<?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-8883533</id><updated>2011-08-06T14:58:51.199+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Juice!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9dnqU8xVrm4/TTly9u8cjBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/g3jVieuWVP0/s1600/thumb_cut.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>220</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-116477890730395793</id><published>2006-11-29T00:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T01:22:42.217+07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Travelling</title><content type='html'>I finally got over that anger from my head. I'm the type of person who, if gets mad, throws a rage, throws a fit, swears like a duck on crack but that just stays for a short time, then I'm back to my normal self again (I wouldn't call normal actually, since I'm not but let's leave it to that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Singapore again yesterday so that gave me the chance to forget my anger and have fun, stroll the clean Singapore streets. This is my 6th time to go Singapore this year. I think I'm meant to travel, I can't wait to see the world since I haven't gone to any countries outside Asia. The thrill of getting my passport stamped and stamped when I enter an immigration booth is already getting me excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My visit to Singapore this time was quite an experience coz I got to come across &lt;b&gt;different&lt;/b&gt; types of people. On my flight to Singapore, I sat with a couple, the husband being really fat and had a really bad case of OCD. He would just arrange everything until it suited his liking, put the plates back and forth, move the food to his wife's plate then move it back to his. The problem was he could hardly even fit in the chair yet alone try to move everything according to his will. I felt sorry for his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out to the airport then onto the cab. The cab driver was &lt;i&gt;extremely&lt;/i&gt; nice. And so talkative. He just kept yapping on why I'm studying in Indonesia, I told him I was studying in an Australian University. He then said ah that was way better and he was relieved that I wasn't studying in some poor ass college and Indonesia's got nothing to offer and blah blah the country is shit, look at Singapore so safe and clean and when he found out I was Filipino he was praising the whole country and its people, how his trip to Cebu was the best. To sum it up he hates Indonesia, an extreme patriot, and loves the Filipino people and culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on my way back to Jakarta, I was seated with another couple, a very old one this time. Unfortunately I was given the privilege to be in a window seat hence I was getting cramped (not a big fan of window seats thank you). The wife, who was seated on my right, looked like she was about to die (God forbid), her eyes were closed covered by her bonnet, she was shaking and she looked like she was about to have a heart attack. Now for a person who's just beside her I was a little freaked out. Let's just say we finally got through the whole flight just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to grab a copy of Incubus' new record. Squee! Call me shallow, but I consider this as an accomplishment because this is the first time I really bought a record on the release date itself, and when I got it, it wasn't even on the shelves of music stores in the USA, Asia being ahead in time difference. Plus I was the 3rd person to get it in that huge ass of a store! I was at &lt;a href="http://company.monster.com.sg/hmvsg/index2.asp"&gt;HMV Singapore&lt;/a&gt; and spent about 3 hours just browsing through everything. I could spend a lifetime there.&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thumbsnap.com/v/PbgmbX1h.jpg" title="Image Hosted by ThumbSnap"&gt;&lt;img src="http://thumbsnap.com/t/PbgmbX1h.jpg" alt="Free Image hosting by ImageSnap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-116477890730395793?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/116477890730395793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/116477890730395793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-travelling.html' title='On Travelling'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-116460937365573624</id><published>2006-11-27T13:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T13:36:14.076+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Luck</title><content type='html'>This is shit. I figure I'll stop being angry at my other blogs and release my anger in this one instead. For once! Last week, my sister spilled some juice in my keyboard causing it to fuck up. For all those who are my YM buddies, you probably know. The keyboard got replaced on Saturday so I was really happy I wouldn't get to use my beat up laptop anymore. That means I get to update my iTunes for podcasts and such, get to download new shit from Limewire and basically get to go back to my online comfort zone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when I wake up today, turn on the the cable switch and &lt;b&gt;POOF&lt;/b&gt;! Something kind of explodes. The CPU got short-circuited for all the heck I know. Faaaaakk! Why do bad things happen to nice computers like mine? Back to the laptop again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I'd go out to watch a movie with my friends but &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/14-11-06_0912.jpg"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; is what happened to my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens, just keep on smiling. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-116460937365573624?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/116460937365573624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/116460937365573624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/11/tough-luck.html' title='Tough Luck'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-116431157056320093</id><published>2006-11-24T02:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T02:52:51.410+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>I'll only blog when my will wants me too. Frankly I'm tired of Blogger and I'm just updating for the sake of keeping this blog alive. My LJ is keeping me alive at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course I won't be leaving you with a useless post, because this will be my Christmas wishlist post! I can't wait for the Christmas gifts, I don't care what they are but then I wouldn't throw away the thought of having to not make a Christmas list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Xmas Wishlist ala JUICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MacBook &lt;/span&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/2175784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/2175784.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo tired of this ECS I have. And plus, I want to be able to have double OS (both Mac and Windows because I am a computer geek ok? =P) But I heard, once you go Mac, you'll never go back. Haha lol, I'll always be loyal to PC. But I love Mac too nonetheless, now that I know how to use it. It's full of surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. An &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iPod Nano&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/cp_ip_ipodnano_101206.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you readers who have read my previous posts, you probably now that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I have an iPod Video already&lt;/span&gt;. And I absolutely love iJuice to bits (yes that's what I name it heehee) but I want something smaller to fit into my purse u know or when I'm going to the gym and stuff. Another nanojuice wont hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canon EOS 30D&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/Canon2dEOS2d30D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/Canon2dEOS2d30D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a frustrated photographer. Unless I get this camera, I totally won't be focused on photography at all! I can't settle with my 5 megapixel Pentax S55 because I can't deal with the shutter speed but it's been my baby for about a year now and I'm super thankful for it, but this is definitely LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chanel Bag&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/BBOS_5293_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/BBOS_5293_z.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm such a techie girl are you? Well yes but I do have my fair share of girlie wirlie sides too. You know how much this beauty of a bag costs? 2000 U.S fucking dollars. Yes. That's waaay more than the allowance I get in a year (I think, I haven't done the math). But you get the drift. Go ahead, judge me all you want. Lol. As a person who owns 29 handbags this is the best gift Santa can ever give me. But then it doesn't hurt to dream right? It never does so why not blog about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the bag would look like and all its glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/472.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/132.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shet, me really yearns for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why I only have four? Because these are the gifts I know I won't get this Christmas (or God knows when). These are like the "possibilities" gifts that I'm blogging about. I'd be happy nonetheless with any gift I get on Christmas anyway because its Christmas you know? I can't wait to shop for things to give my friends and family too. I really wanna get my mom that Starbucks coffee maker she's been having her eyes on. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my LJ. I'm finally letting it out to the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://killjuice.livejournal.com"&gt;CLICK&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-116431157056320093?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/116431157056320093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/116431157056320093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/11/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-116382586978713450</id><published>2006-11-18T11:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T17:46:33.223+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I said so</title><content type='html'>Hmm okay, where should I start, I haven't written here for a week already. Yes it's been that busy, exam week. And to celebrate the 3-exams-down-1-to-go was the Bamboo Concert at the Hard Rock Jakarta =) with my dear dear friends, and some I haven't seen for a long long time. It was definitely bonding moment plus super headbopping, singing along to Mr. Ma&amp;ntilde;alac's. Too bad Vic wasn't so seen coz the Hard Rock glass plate covered the whole drumset :( Lack of sleep during the week plus all the tension, Bamboo really took it off my chest. It was all. worth. it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, being in the front row, it made all the difference. And they're such nice guys we hung out with them for a while after their gig, had pictures and Nathan danced with me (starstruck!!) so I finally conclude that he's the new love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no more things left to say, but I'd leave it up to the pictures =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/IMGP0906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/IMGP0906.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ira Cruz, he was the 2nd one to appear on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/IMGP0892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/IMGP0892.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B, me and Kevin. People I rarely get to hang with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/IMGP0901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/IMGP0901.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bamboo up my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/th_IMGP0882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/th_IMGP0882.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, why isn't this pic clear? B, RJ, &lt;a href="http://vintagexxlove.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Neka&lt;/a&gt;, Jamie, Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/IMGP0888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/IMGP0888.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I forgot the guy's name at the back =s. B, me and Angelica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/IMGP0909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/IMGP0909.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ma&amp;ntilde;alac meditating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/IMGP0910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/IMGP0910.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan's victory pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/IMGP0919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/IMGP0919.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanging out with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/IMGP0920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/IMGP0920.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Nathan Azarcon =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures at my Multiply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-116382586978713450?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/116382586978713450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/116382586978713450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/11/because-i-said-so.html' title='Because I said so'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-116325532248514493</id><published>2006-11-11T20:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T21:28:42.486+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Race</title><content type='html'>This blog's becoming neglected. For some reason when I write in Blogger, I lose my creativity. I definitely don't want to think that way, and I'm also afraid it's going to become my mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just sink in that I've actually been having this blog for about 2 years now. Blogging has definitely become part of my life. I rarely have friends who share the same passion on blogging the way I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was super tiring. The chapter conducted a sort of "Amazing Race" for us in one of Jakarta's biggest malls, &lt;a href="http://www.arthagading.com" target="_blank"&gt;Artha Gading&lt;/a&gt;. The Race consisted of going from one floor to another (there are 6 floors in this mall), store to store, base to base. We had 6 tasks to do, some quite embarrassing, others tiring, but definitely fun. There were 5 groups and I'm proud to say, that OUR group won. I guess running around the mall, doing a tae-bo performance in the main entrance, singing a christmas carol in Chowking, counting how many bowling lanes there are, collecting 20 brochures from different stores, collecting 20 signatures from random mall goers, counting how many flavors of ice cream there are in Baskin Robbins and New Zealand Ice Cream, collecting 30 tickets in an arcade, borrowing the mop from the janitor and mopping the floor, go to a store pick up the most fashionable dress try it on and model it in front of the camera really payed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no gimmick tonight, I am dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/DSC02054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/DSC02054.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was half of us after the race, the others were already on KO mode coz of all the tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I haven't posted something like this, a what-happened-today post. It has always been about issues or something which totally turns out insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks exam week is next week and I am dead scared. Study mode shall begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-116325532248514493?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/116325532248514493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/116325532248514493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/11/amazing-race.html' title='The Amazing Race'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-116289952725432816</id><published>2006-11-07T18:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T18:41:34.990+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures</title><content type='html'>I was browsing through blogs and bloghopping. I recalled before that &lt;a href="http://kurotsapige.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Yna&lt;/a&gt; told me that I was one of the most nominated bloggers for her Blog Awards thing. I saw the categories and I was part of the Drama Queen category. *#&amp;@&amp;^%#$?!?!?! I know I like to have little emo posts here and there sometimes but not to the "drama queen" extent. It kinda cracked me up for a while seeing as somebody would label me that but it's ALL good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm happy that a few of you don't know &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paolo_Nutini" target="new"&gt;Paolo Nutini&lt;/a&gt;. Coz first of all, he's mine mine mine. Secondly, I don't want him to be mainstream here in Asia. He's pretty famous in Europe and in some parts of the US, but barely in Asia. I just don't want his good music to be labelled as "mainstream". Weee. But he's great. You should definitely check him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.juicyme.multiply.com/image/2/photos/54/500x500/5/IMGP0682.JPG?et=O%2CQU9QOGmnhW94NMVrDz1w"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.juicyme.multiply.com/image/2/photos/54/500x500/16/IMGP0696.JPG?et=Wp6yM9YhMMkU%2CYSXwVVvGQ"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.juicyme.multiply.com/image/3/photos/54/500x500/36/IMGP0731.JPG?et=gCNwlFD%2BYgbBwU0iIsAprQ"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.juicyme.multiply.com/image/2/photos/54/500x500/41/IMGP0746.JPG?et=g%2BI1dtvYGXKrm7vnt1deqA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh and yes, I got to meet Mickey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's lots more where it came from! Just visit my Multiply. Just look for it on my sidebar the link is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all of you who thought I'm a Drama Queen, just you wait for my next post. It's super drama, I'm even getting excited (no, I am not being sarcastic, it's true). I miss being emoooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-116289952725432816?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/116289952725432816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/116289952725432816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/11/adventures.html' title='Adventures'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-116280211091490221</id><published>2006-11-06T15:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T15:35:10.916+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juice UN-stoppable</title><content type='html'>I said I wouldn't be back if I didn't have a layout. The previous one utterly bored the hell out of my wits and THANKFULLY the ever ever lovely &lt;a href="http://tangorangejuice.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;THEA&lt;/a&gt; helped me out with this beauty of a layout right here. Now this is the first time somebody from the blogging world ever made a layout for me, and I guess it's about time because my creative juices have kinda run out which I hope won't be for long. But as for this layout, it's definitely not leaving my blog for long. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the hiatus, that wasn't such a long time wasn't it? At least it wasn't for me. The past two weeks have been like a whirlwind romance. Except it was a whirlwind vacation. It was so amazingly fun and fun and fun and fun and it was so fast I had to take a huge big breath after everything. Phew. I have yet to upload my Hong Kong pics but all the Cebu pics are in my MULTIPLY. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been up with me since I came back? Work work work. Homework and papers and assignments piling up, exams are coming up (end of the month) and I'll be having the summer vacation! Yay. Summer vacation you're wondering? Well technically I study in an Australian university here in Indonesia and we're following like 100% of their system so summer comes December, even though the weather here in Jakarta is like the same all year round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that made me quite surprised after not being online for almost 10 days and not being able to check all my online accounts was that how crazily my YouTube subscriptions and comments have been going up. From 6 subscriptions to 31. Gawsh.. Arrgghhh! I was even featured on Paolo Nutini's YouTube account. My gaaaaaadd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/paolon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/paolon2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/paolon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/paolon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I'm just gonna go crazy. I miss you all. I miss the BLOGGER world. I've been posting too much on my LJ. And nobody even reads them, which is the best part. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-116280211091490221?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/116280211091490221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/116280211091490221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/11/juice-un-stoppable.html' title='Juice UN-stoppable'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-116066448705091997</id><published>2006-10-12T21:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T19:35:25.710+07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I'll take a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hiatus&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;/span&gt; I'm extremely busy with school, papers, gym and my so-called social life. Next week I'll be leaving for Hong Kong and Cebu as well. I feel guilty for not being able to bloghop anymore so I guess my blog needs to take a breather as well. I'll be back sometime around November once I come back from the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favor please..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to greet my blog it's 2nd anniversary this 27th of October. I'll be having a blast in Cebu during that time so I won't be able to give it its gift. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know where to find me, and for those who don't, text me at &lt;s&gt;my sim card broke&lt;/s&gt;. *smiles*. YM me nalang! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-116066448705091997?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/116066448705091997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/116066448705091997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-again.html' title='And Again'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-116037060048818258</id><published>2006-10-09T11:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T12:10:01.110+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag number I lost track</title><content type='html'>I was sooo pissed over the weekend coz I couldn't open my Blogger and YM and any other Blogspot blogs for that matter so I couldn't bloghop and it pissed me off like hell. Thank goodness it's okay now, so here I am. Using a tag to make up for my absence because of my vent up frustration for the past 2 days, I forgot all the topics I'm supposed to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Juice is a cheerful persona that makes her a friend to anyone. She has a propensity to make conversations easy regardless of whatever differences you have.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, thanks Rob. That quote up there really made me smile, so why wouldn't I do the tag and make others smile as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How often do you blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I do blog religiously. Almost everyday if I have the time, resources and willpower. Heck I'm even managing 3 active blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Online Alias:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't know &lt;b&gt;JUICE&lt;/b&gt;? Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever stood up for someone you hardly knew?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm yes, sometimes randomly at the mall (I'm the &lt;i&gt;I'll-stand-up-for-you-if-I-know-you're-right-or-you've-been-degraded&lt;/i&gt; kinda person) or anywhere else, well I've done that a few times I just can't keep track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you do most often when you are bored?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My iPod is my refuge, so is my internet connection, or I call some of my friends randomly to make teeny weeny convos. Play my guitar obviously, sing and sometimes read some books. I'm a kind of person who hardly gets bored, even when I'm waiting, coz looking at people pass by just kinda amuses me in a way. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When bathing, which do you wash first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair. Then the rest of the body. Face last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been awake for more than 30 hours, but definitely not until 48 hours straight. I  think I'd die, coz sleeping is one of my favorite pasttimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What color looks best on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastel colors and stripes. Also in white. Any really, it depends on how you bring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's your favorite alcoholic drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely Jose Cuervo shots with lemons and salt on the side. I also love Cosmopolitan Cocktails, Margaritas and the ever yummy Mojito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you believe in heaven and hell as a real place that each of us will go to after death?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We end up somewhere. I'm just not sure heaven and hell's the only place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you find that you have more online friends than offline friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. But I have my fair share of online friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was your favorite subject in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English, History and Literature. Because I was soooo fascinated about Hitler's life. And Shakespeare's works. And procrastinating on essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you a perfectionist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you spend more than you can afford?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions is, do your parents spend more for you than you deserve? Well the answer is definitely yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself creative?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways yes, but it all depends on how I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you give yourself the credit you deserve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think I do. But of course I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you donate time or money to charities?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do, actually our family does. =) 2 months of dancing my ass off and a thousand dollars from my parents' money later, damn it feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you recently done something yourself that you've criticized others for doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I remember anything. But maybe subconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's on your mind right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I would look if I cut my hair short again. Which I'm doing in 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Say one nice thing about the person who tagged you and the five people that you are going to tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://robcas.blogspot.com"&gt;Rob&lt;/a&gt;: I just recently knew Rob online, and it's amazing how we can get along. This guy has such wide resources about things and I'm learning something new from him all time. He makes me laugh, and smile. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And the tagees&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bulitas.blogspot.com"&gt;Irvin&lt;/a&gt;, because he makes very sensible and posts full of substance and his surprise I missed you messages in YM are a great way to make a person's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://henerosobistokya.blogspot.com"&gt;Heneroso&lt;/a&gt;'s one of the funniest bloggers I know and he never fails to make me laugh with his witty posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmachine.livejournal.com"&gt;Mykel&lt;/a&gt; since he's a cool guy. Plus his choice of words and how he organizes them in his posts are great. He sounds so intellectual. But still taking note on the "cool" part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/~aahhhron"&gt;Aaron&lt;/a&gt; because he's another cool guy. And he makes everything so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://harshpoeticchaos.blogspot.com"&gt;Jigs&lt;/a&gt;. Because I like to think Jigs is my male counterpart here in Blogger. Hahaha how does that sound? LOL. Jigs never fails to make interesting posts and as an avid reader of his blog, I never skip a line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you that question and answer me thingy bloggers have been doing? I want that too! So feel free to ask ANY question and I'll try my best to answer them in the next post =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-116037060048818258?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/116037060048818258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/116037060048818258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/10/tag-number-i-lost-track.html' title='Tag number I lost track'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-116005745828866941</id><published>2006-10-05T21:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T21:36:16.303+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My desktop is smokin'</title><content type='html'>Because of &lt;a href="http://www.queerchef.com" target="new"&gt;Charles&lt;/a&gt;' desktop screenshot, I got so jealous of it, so I decided I'd download one of my own &lt;a href="http://crystalxp.net/bricopack/en.htm" target="new"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. It's been great and it kinda made my computer work faster as opposed to the previous one. Here's the screenshot, and I absolutely LOVE my wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just click to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/scrshot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/scrshot1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/scrshot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/scrshot2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent half of my day at the gym today from morning till sometime at lunch. It was pretty tiring, coz after gym I still went to attend class for a while and when I got home, I straight away flopped to bed and didn't wake up til 8pm. The gym's gonna see me more frequently from now on. My fats need some burnin plus I'm making up for being unhealthy for all the smoking I do. (I know, I know, you don't agree but what the heck).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of smoking, I was in the smoking room this afternoon in the campus. Usually some friends are with me, but I was alone this time. While smoking I was reading the requirements for my Accounting project, suddenly a proffesor came in. I'm used to that, but with friends, this time I was alone so it kinda felt awkward. I didn't know  who he was, but yeah, we didn't exchange words at all. Good thing he finished first and left first lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th October is not so far away isn't it? That's when I'll be leaving for Hong Kong then 4 days later I'm off to Cebu, Philippines beybee! I can't wait, whheeee. To meet the friends, party, some booze (I forgot how booze tasted haha), and of course, the family that I miss so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's gonna be a fun holiday, even though it's gonna be quite &lt;i&gt;bitin&lt;/i&gt;, since I'll only be in both respective countries for 5 days each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will bloghop soon! I miss commenting already..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-116005745828866941?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/116005745828866941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/116005745828866941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-desktop-is-smokin.html' title='My desktop is smokin&apos;'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115983988462061521</id><published>2006-10-03T08:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T16:50:19.906+07:00</updated><title type='text'>SINGAPORE</title><content type='html'>Okay I'm in Singapore right now. I'm gonna continue this post later. I'll be back tonight. Anyway this post is quite pointless. I'm just killing time in the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booyah all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;edit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so here are some pictures, haha =) I was alone in Singapore, it was pretty fun. I watched a movie alone, thanks to &lt;a href="http://jhedster.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Jhed&lt;/a&gt;'s recent movie reviews, I decided to watch John Tucker Must Die and I admit, even though the story was pretty shallow, I enjoyed it. Laughing at myself in the cinema. It was my first time getting to watch a movie alone in the moviehouse and it wasn't that bad, but I'd never do that here in Indo, coz my friends would be like, "Are you nuts? What are we here for?" lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP0421.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP0421.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP0454.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP0454.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP0444.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP0444.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP0449.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP0449.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Picture 1&lt;/span&gt;: Singapore was rainy when I arrived, thankfully it drained sometime before lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Picture 2&lt;/span&gt;: Being emo on the plane w/ my iPod, the perfect companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Picture 3&lt;/span&gt;: It's a bird! No it's a plane, dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Picture 4&lt;/span&gt;: The clouds were beautiful on my way home to Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More useless pictures, in my Multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;/edit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115983988462061521?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115983988462061521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115983988462061521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/10/singapore.html' title='SINGAPORE'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115962651855530403</id><published>2006-09-30T21:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T21:28:38.566+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Postless</title><content type='html'>I am totally postless as of the moment. Pardon me. I'm currently loving my LJ and my emo posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a kiss for you though. Thanks so much for visiting my blog =D Till my next post. (Hope it won't take that long though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP1976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP1976.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115962651855530403?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115962651855530403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115962651855530403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/09/postless.html' title='Postless'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115934171085753547</id><published>2006-09-27T14:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T14:31:19.693+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream of Me</title><content type='html'>Are &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://vindication.wordpress.com"&gt;Kevin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://henerosobistokya.blogspot.com"&gt;Rens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; really dreamable? (I don't even know if that makes sense.) So anyway at dawn yesterday I had this totally weird dream about those two guys. I'm not sure how they came about, also considering I don't even know them personally. Eeek. The moment I woke up I went straight to the laptop in my room and typed this bit which got stuck in my head while I was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Was it a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out in the living room, writing a blog post in my laptop when Vinkz came out in the middle of the night to get some snacks I think. I noticed him walking by the corridor, I wanted to say hi, but it seemed that something was bothering him. So I went and followed him into the kitchen to see what it was about. I opened the fridge to find something to eat. Not finding what I want, I settled for bread instead. Then when I closed the fridge I saw him sitting in a chair with some pose. So I said, "Ang emo mo talaga."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I remember. Then when I woke up, I was getting confused on whether that person was really Vinkz or Heneroso.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bestfriend and I on her birthday last Sunday. Thanks for the movie and the dinner beb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/DSC00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/DSC00002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/DSC00022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/DSC00022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/DSC00029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/DSC00029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures &lt;a href="http://juicyme.multiply.com" target="new"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you actually give up on love? It seems that love operates in so many different ways. You're being pursued, yet, you have no feelings for them at all, or worse of all, you couldn't even care less. Also, you're spending so much time with a particular person, yet, that's all there is to it. What's the deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows how many commas I put in that paragraph above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just don't get what you want. For everything else, there's MasterCard. To translate, yes I get my shit, such and such. But what if I say I want you? Can I keep you? &lt;i&gt;I don't think so.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115934171085753547?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115934171085753547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115934171085753547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/09/dream-of-me.html' title='Dream of Me'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115926615434254002</id><published>2006-09-26T17:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T17:25:59.133+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagness</title><content type='html'>Yay another tag, which gives me another reason to post. This one's from &lt;a href="http://jhedster.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Jhed&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://kironobu.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Ron&lt;/a&gt;. I don't know how many times they've tagged me all in all, but I've been pretty cool with tags anyway plus they're both my closest in the blogging world, so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;INSTRUCTIONS&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your blog along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Paolo Nutini - These Streets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ffffff"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://romeo2b364.free.fr/radio.blog/sounds/Paolo Nutini-  These Streets.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FBFBFB;border:#e5842f;button:#e9e75b;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just knew about Paolo Nutini from MTV's &lt;i&gt;You Hear it First&lt;/i&gt; coz I subscribe to their podcast in iTunes for my iPod. Eversince then, I've fallen in love with this 19 year old guy who's all the way from Scotland and actually sings soulful music. I've been listening to him nonstop now and his voice is just breathtaking. I even did a cover of one of his songs in YouTube. If you're one of my YM buddies, you might have noticed I put &lt;i&gt;paolo nutini is my new boyfriend &lt;3&lt;/i&gt; as my status message. That is indeed true, HE is my NEW BOYFRIEND. And no one objects to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Santana feat. Steve Tyler - Just Feel Better&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ffffff"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://www.estonofunciona.com/radio.blog/sounds/Steven Tyler Santana - Just feel better.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FBFBFB;border:#e5842f;button:#e9e75b;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This was the song which helped me get thru my depression dark stage early this year. When I watched the video in MTV and basically read the lyrics, I figured, this is SO my song. And until now I'm still into it. This is definitely one of my life survival songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Regina Spektor - Samson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ffffff"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://www.whyyouarei.org/radio.blog/sounds/Regina Spektor - Samson.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FBFBFB;border:#e5842f;button:#e9e75b;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;You are my sweetest downfall&lt;/i&gt;. I am amazed by this song. In a good way of course. Regina Spektor is one of the best songwriters I know up to this date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;The Cranberries - Linger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ffffff"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://bilooky.free.fr/radio.blog/sounds/The Cranberries - Linger.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FBFBFB;border:#e5842f;button:#e9e75b;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've always loved The Cranberries. I grew up listening to their songs, but after venturing and discovering new music and genres, I kinda forgot about them for a while. Until I saw the movie Click. It definitely restored my love for this song, which has always been my favorite from this band. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;OK Go - Here It Goes Again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ffffff"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://www.hikaruhoshi.com/radio.blog/sounds/Ok Go- Here It Goes Again .rbs&amp;colors=body:#FBFBFB;border:#e5842f;button:#e9e75b;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You're probably thinking I liked this song because of the video. Well you're not wrong right there. The moment I saw the video of this song it got me so excited. I thought only the video would be good, little did I know I was getting addicted to the song as well. Marvelous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;Spitalfield - Am I Ready?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I recently added Spitalfield in my list of favorite bands. This song is so nice. I don't know how to categorize them, emo, rock, punk, whatever. I'm not big with genres anyway, whatever sounds good, then I go with it. (I can't find this song in RBG!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;The Strokes - You Only Live Once&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ffffff"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://imnotthatstupid.free.fr/radio.blog/sounds/The Strokes - You Only Live Once.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FBFBFB;border:#e5842f;button:#e9e75b;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The first time I heard this song was when I was browsing through one of my old friends' MySpace profiles, and she had this as her MySpace Profile song. I was like, "I gotta download this!" I've always loved songs from The Strokes, but like with Cranberries, I wanted to venture and go in search of new blood and new bands that I neglected their music for a while. It felt fresh listening to them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to put 3 more songs into this tag hence, breaking the rules a little. Some other songs I'm into right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kanye West feat. Adam Levine - Heard 'Em Say&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ffffff"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://laniyah.tasting-eden.com/radio.blog/sounds/Kanye West (ft. Adam Levine) - Heard em Say.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FBFBFB;border:#e5842f;button:#e9e75b;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dirty Vegas - Days Go By (Acoustic)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blue Six - Music &amp; Wine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Both songs not in RBG&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the above songs aren't in any order whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://robcas.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Rob&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chaoscouture.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Mikey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sinigangnababoy.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Thea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rakistang-dramachine.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Chris Eriz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://janis.cudilla.com" target="new"&gt;Janis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kick07.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Alikoy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://junkexpress.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;April&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, you're tagged! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115926615434254002?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115926615434254002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115926615434254002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/09/tagness.html' title='Tagness'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115903228259066221</id><published>2006-09-24T00:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T00:38:49.486+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friend</title><content type='html'>Okay there are going to be THREE aspects to this post. I feel bad for not updating my blog the past few days even though I've been checking it regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Recap&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been quite a ride for me. Going out almost every single day with my boys + the rest of my friends. Cafe hopping, billiard hall hopping, malls, dinners etc etc. I'm not complaining about my life right now, but maybe I'd wanna give EXTRA EXTRA effort to my studying. I mean I study and all, but I feel I'm not giving my 101% effort into it. It's definitely time to reflect on academics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Third Wheel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from dinner with my bestfriend Noemi, and her boyfriend Glenn at &lt;a href="http://www.thelapiazza.com/main.asp" target="_blank"&gt;La Piazza&lt;/a&gt;. These 2 people have been the ones I've spent my great high school days with. It's great to catch up because all 3 of us study in different schools now. I never feel like a third wheel whenever I'm with them, but sometimes I just wished I had someone for my own too. Oh well. The highlight of the night was definitely when Glenn was driving us home and suddenly we heard a car screech beside us, the next thing we know, the car brakes screeched again and there was this girl who flew right way to the road, and the Hyundai Atoz just sped up even more. Talk about Hit and Run. It wasn't a good sight. We were panicking in the car as if we were part of it. Good thing a public transport stopped the Atoz and some other people along the road. Why can't some drivers just take responsibility?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Best Friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not at all the least, I'd like to greet my DEAR best friend a super HAPPY SEVENTEENTH. I've been best friends with this person for almost a decade already, 8 and a half years to be exact. And those times, I have never had a falling out with her. It's amazing how are friendship has gone through so much and we're still as strong as ever until now. I just love her to bits and NOTHING, can ever destroy our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/IMGP0269.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to you Noemz! I can't wait to get our licenses next week (Indo legal age: 17) lol, we can sneak out with our cars! Just kidding ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115903228259066221?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115903228259066221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115903228259066221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/09/best-friend.html' title='Best Friend'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115876385715480284</id><published>2006-09-20T21:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:50:57.166+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrate me!</title><content type='html'>I have just totally realized that when I'm frustrated, I'm actually more efficient. These past 2 days have been really frustrating for me. But you know what I did? I hit the books. Well not literally, but yeah I actually read and studied (not THAT much, but as you know me, I'm such a lazy person). I took a break off the internet for a day (which was yesterday) and just read in my room, labelling the chapters in my thick Economics textbook. The result? I was pretty confident with my midtest this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just spent the whole day with the guys. We played billiards in a snooker table, and I was the first one to make a shot from my two billiard pro boyplens. Anyway, I just really wanted to state that achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have a laptop. (I have one, but this is practically from the 1970's) =) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you hear me Santa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for my boring post. I'm in a rush to do this project (I'm frustrated again, thus I'm being EFFICIENT) which is due tomorrow. To make a website (YAY). Muslim fasting is beginning soon, and that means I can totally look forward to this October holidays. Hong Kong and Cebu here I come! (Tell you more about that later). Toodles for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115876385715480284?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115876385715480284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115876385715480284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/09/frustrate-me.html' title='Frustrate me!'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115854979237798085</id><published>2006-09-18T10:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T11:02:32.760+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like duh?!</title><content type='html'>So I am back. What made me come back? It's a girl thing. All I know is that I was totally PMS-ing and I wanted to blog about it and I was itching to make a new layout so here I am! I have to start getting used to posting decently because I'd gotten so used to posting bullshit and rants about my life because I knew NO ONE or merely a small population read them, but now that I'm back in Blogger again, it's back to business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been happening to me? (Wow there's been sooo much.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left during the last day of August and it's been more than 2 weeks since I left? Well a lot has happened in my life believe me in that short span, I feel as if everyday is a new day for me and there's so much happening that I have to actually stop and take a little breath. And I definitely can't remember them that I have to put them all here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I went to Singapore sometime 2 weeks ago. I only spent about less than 12 hours there. Sightseeing, met my old classmate and hung out, then went home! I just realized that in the span of these 2 years, 2005 and 2006, I've gone to Singapore 7 times already, I feel as if I already know the country so well &lt;b&gt;(and that's just for '05 and '06!)&lt;/b&gt;. Plus I don't even have any relatives there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A dear friend left Indonesia because his mom got stationed to work in China now and he had to go back to Manila because his grandfather died of cancer. It was such a sad moment for us, and maybe especially for me because he was such a good friend and of course, I hate losing friends. I know we would meet again, but not getting used to seeing him everyday felt kinda weird after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'd been posting in my little sanctuary called Xanga. Some of you may or may not know, but yes, I'd been bullshitting there about stuff that's totally comment-unworthy. But you know what? I loved it. I loved being able to write freely whatever thoughts came into my mind without having to think what people would think and such. Some were just even one-liners, and some personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, once a Blogger. Always a Blogger. Represent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115854979237798085?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115854979237798085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115854979237798085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/09/like-duh.html' title='Like duh?!'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115701653056024999</id><published>2006-08-31T16:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T16:28:50.560+07:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;I just need to take a break from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blogger&lt;/span&gt;. Don't forget to leave me a message, and you know where to find me. =) Take care all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115701653056024999?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115701653056024999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115701653056024999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/08/break.html' title='BREAK'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115684064069285943</id><published>2006-08-29T15:31:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T03:28:10.423+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recaps</title><content type='html'>I've been really accustomed to posting more in my Xanga nowadays so when I got this lightbulb up my head I figured I needn't waste anytime and just get on with it. I'd like to take you all to my journey in the blogging world. This could bore you, but this is the only idea I got right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my &lt;b&gt;VERY FIRST&lt;/b&gt; post here in blogger. Dated &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;October 27, 2004&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;uggh..today in school was quite ok but still..man there's this news in school that they want to close friendster and shit coz they found out stuff bout the principal bein made fun of and it's pretty hillarious actually but it's FRIENDSTER! and they can't fucking close it..heard some ppl are gonna be suspended/expelled coz of it..but damn no way man i mean 90% of the seniors have friendster! are they gonna what? clear out the school?..no fucking way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..hehe haven't introduced myself..fo' those who know me skip this part..&lt;br /&gt;names justine 16 yrs old living in jakarta, indonesia but a VERY proud filipino..loves singing, dancing..anything associated w/ music especially guitars and stuff..well anyways that's it i guess..u'll just be reading it in my blogggggg later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just started alryt so im gonna keep this pretty short..cya again later..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that my typing was still quite different? I didn't capitalize since late last year actually, and I'm glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dated &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 19, 2005&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Don't you just love the feeling when you're in love? And the fact that you're actually in love w/ the person you never thought you would be in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love. PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing is, the person I'm in love with, LOVES me back. He's my bestfriend, confidante, soulmate etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3..*awww*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another one, dated &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 25, 2005&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And I'm soo thankful to have a person like him who knows each of my strengths, shortcomings, my sugar, my spice and everything nice. He does all the positive reassuring when I say I'm too fat, correct me when I'm wrong, praises me when I'm right or do something good and always makes me feel good about myself. He's with me every step of the way and support me in everything I love doing and want to do. I couldn't believe I had this kind of gift all along but just shrugged off the fact that the feeling was this strong. Aww.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, down memory lane ever chuvaness omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 2, 2005&lt;/span&gt;, when I was gonna leave Jakarta for Cebu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As each day comes I'm getting sadder and sadder that I'm already gonna leave my life behind here in Indonesia. I'll be leaving next week on the 10th of May. I realized that even how badly I wanna leave, I still don't wanna leave. I've spent half of my life in this country which has given me the best of growing up. A great life, great parents w/ great jobs, great friends and great experiences. I can even proudly call it 'my second home' already. I can't say goodbye JUST yet.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy ending? You decide. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 10, 2005&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me and him are not in a "special relationship" anymore. (I refuse to say break-up coz I hate that word). It's not that I don't have feelings anymore, but being in a long distance relationship and me being here and him being there, it's just hard for me. I don't know what to expect anymore and our communication is just phone and text. Tell me was it wrong? But the difference is that, I have been bestfriends with this guy for SIX WHOLE YEARS so however we began our great relationship, we will also end it the same way. But either way, there is no end to our relationship.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's skip to the boring part with all my depression states and one night stands and flings and whatever (not that they happened haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally came back to Jakarta. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 18, 2006&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I think I need a change. And I need to be alive in this blogging world again. Hence, my resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This layout is not originally mine, I just modified it. I'm working on a new one at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things you need to know about me right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm back in Jakarta, Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have stopped studying college in Cebu and looking for Universities here in Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;3. I wish I could have spent summer longer there in Philippines but unfortunately I have to settle my Visa papers within this week and they need my presence.&lt;br /&gt;4. I cut my hair short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to taste a little bit of summer there though, it was amazingly fun, went to the beach and hung out with my friends. So I brought a lil summer fever with me (and dark skin). I swear it's so H-O-T in the Philippines! Somebody bring snow up there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I've been having fun here as well, back with my old friends. My one year in Cebu definitely taught me a lot of things. Met lots of new people and new friends. It was one helluva experience. Ciao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy summer!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Please bore yourself! I will post another part of this when I want to, some of my reflections and such. But for now this will do, it's long enough already as it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115684064069285943?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115684064069285943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115684064069285943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/08/recaps.html' title='Recaps'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115667620789245398</id><published>2006-08-27T17:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T18:28:19.456+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Success</title><content type='html'>This actually came from my &lt;b&gt;Xanga&lt;/b&gt;. Some words were just modified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effing effing effing concert was the greatest thing. Rehearsals, practices, lack of sleep, doing homeworks in practices (not that I did a lot but I'm speaking for everyone here okay), waking up extra early, money for the tickets and etc all fucking paid-off. People were moved, thanks to Tito Tony Meloto. It was just great to see all the people united and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just sucked that my mother dear could not operate my camera well so she did not take any worth seeing pictures but I do give her credit for capturing a little bit of our dance on video. It also sucked that my bestfriend's K750i got stolen in our dressing room (boo-hoo) and all our pictures were there. Well I guess I'll just gather them from my dancemates and try to put them here soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the concert was definitely AFTER the concert. Well I know you probably don't get it but you will in a while. After Joy's closing song (Indonesian Idol winner), instead of all the 140 dancers exiting, we stayed in the stage and just danced the night away. Hugging each other, all the squatters, the poor people, (who cared about skin contact). There was definitely no boundary between the rich and poor, some crying coz of the overwhelming feeling that just filled the stage. All of us stayed in the stage for a good hour or so, dancing and dancing and making it like a club or something, lifting people up, hugging and hugging each other. I couldn't even keep track of how many people I hugged, definitely it was more than 50 people and more than 50 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten so close to these people over practices that it was hard to believe the concert was actually over and I wouldn't be able to see them again. Or see them all the time on a weekly basis. I was kinda sad coz it sucked. I'd gotten so close to the JIS boys, Jan, RJ, and Kevin. I'd miss their hugs, we'd only known each other for 2 or 3 weeks but hugging them feels like we've known each other for decades. Aneka and Bii, whom I will rarely get to see now I'm sure. I don't wanna get all sad now just coz of this. The stage was definitely filled with love that night. And I was glad to be given the privelage to be part of that kind of event. Words can't explain many more emotions and thoughts out of me. I'll just leave you to wonder. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a little clip of our dance. You don't have to find me, because no matter how hard you try, you'll just end up with a headache. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qmLCPIBnz-w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qmLCPIBnz-w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115667620789245398?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115667620789245398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115667620789245398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/08/success.html' title='Success'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115636407205148518</id><published>2006-08-24T03:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:27:28.703+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop-ups and insomnia</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep. I've been listening to &lt;b&gt;30 Seconds To Mars&lt;/b&gt; all day. My current addiction. So I've heard there are a lot of pop-ups from IE? Well I really don't know, since I've never experienced. Firefox has been my browsing companion eversince. So people, switch to FF, no pop-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I can't sleep, I'll do Ron's tag. Yay. I really can't afford to do much thinking, but I'll try, since 10 things about me do really involve some thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;Post 10 things about you that are totally random and or stupid and shitty. No one really cares just post them. Then pick 5 people to do the same!&lt;/blockquote&gt;1. I don't know if I've ever been really in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can put my fist in my mouth. Yes I can, and believe me, it's not a very beautiful sight. Either my fist is small, or my mouth is too big. I prefer neither, but I know it's more of that latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I've learnt how to drive since I was 14. 4 years later, legal than ever, I still don't have the courage (yes I'm admitting it), I don't have the consistency of being focused on the road either. Well what's the point of having my driver's around. (shut up Justine, you're turning into a conceited bitch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Coincidentally, I have the same blog birthday as &lt;a href="http://bryanboy.com" target="new"&gt;Bryanboy&lt;/a&gt;. Exact date and exact year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. School singing contest. Winning streak when I first entered the school at 3rd Grade until I left 10th Grade. Always first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I was the only child for 12 years. Eldest daughter, eldest grandchild. Pressure pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I only ever get fever once a year. And usually it's the beginning. January to February. (Now let's get our fingers crossed and hope I won't get sick again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I was operated for appendicitis when I was 9. Yes, I have a small horizontal laser stitch line on my right stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I talk really fast. But I stutter a lot too. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm a tonsillitis person so I have low tolerance for sweet stuff. Well let's just say my tonsils have low tolerance for sweet stuff. I get random tonsillitis all the time, it kinda sucks but it's been a part of me eversince. &lt;b&gt;I'm even having a BAD ONE now.&lt;/b&gt; My dad wants it removed like his (in the genes) but my mom totally vetoes the idea coz she thinks it's gonna affect my voice. Sucks coz I really love chocolate. Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my ten things. Phew. I'm still semi-insomniac mainly coz of my tonsils and I woke up at 1pm today. So happy I overslept. No practice later beybee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will probably be really embarrassing but I did the myheritage thingie. Hahaha. I  tried my profile pic up there and this is what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/FP/Company/celebrity-collage.php" title="Click here to create your own Celebrity Collage" alt="Click here to create your own Celebrity Collage" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/9754_9436ba3bce44di3c1q10.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aung San Su&lt;/span&gt;? Who da HELL?? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Koda Kumi&lt;/span&gt;, err, who? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie-Ann Moss&lt;/span&gt;... I feel like Trinity now LOL. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J.K. Rowling&lt;/span&gt;? Seriously!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nakashima Mike&lt;/span&gt;, gawd I have to find out who these people are pronto. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim Rae Won&lt;/span&gt;, seen him in a few Korean soaps, NEXT, he's a DUDE for crying out loud! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kathy  Bates&lt;/span&gt;, well, no comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this thing is a freaking JOKE. HAHAHA, just for laughs, just for laughs. And the effort of trying to get rid of insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check 0300. Class tomorrow 0830. Ohwell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115636407205148518?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115636407205148518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115636407205148518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/08/pop-ups-and-insomnia.html' title='Pop-ups and insomnia'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115621361545937835</id><published>2006-08-22T09:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T15:32:56.876+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh</title><content type='html'>I reached class at 9AM. My class starts at 8:30. Damn effing traffic of Jakarta. My house is far and I left home even before 7. I'm sooo sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my LAST post, I was surprised!! Only one commenter got an answer right!! But it's okay, I love you guys for trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does Juice do when she's bored of blogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHE MAKES A NEW LAYOUT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who got that right? My dear blogger friend, &lt;a href="http://ayokonga.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Bea&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, I'll just post more later. Teehee.. Gotta run to the part 2 of my Law class. =) Say hi to Bea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert is on Saturday and OHMYGOD practices are crazier than ever. Hmpf. Every single day until D-DAY. Stress stress stress stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;edit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this from &lt;a href="http://funkrockur.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Dutzy&lt;/a&gt;'s blog. Gotta love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is simple. Just:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Emphasize all lines that apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tag five more people after you finish, complete with links to their sites.&lt;br /&gt;3. Let the person you've tagged KNOW that they've been tagged, for Pete's sake.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a different ethnicity.&lt;br /&gt;I have an eating disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tall.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm really attractive.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer winter over summer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a geek.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a shopaholic.&lt;br /&gt;I'm reasonably intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm attracted to girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm attracted to boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like British accents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smoke regularly.&lt;br /&gt;I drink regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I smoke socially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I drink socially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I get drunk easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do drugs.&lt;br /&gt;I will never date a bad kisser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've lied to avoid kissing them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brush my hair at least 50 times a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm religious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not religious but have morals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie frequently.&lt;br /&gt;I'm impulsive.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I liked "Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"She's All That" is one of my favourite movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I speak more than two languages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I enjoy taking pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like spending money on myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like spending money on others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a regular income.&lt;br /&gt;I earn money on a job-by-job basis.&lt;br /&gt;I pay my own bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I rely on my parents for money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I enjoy cleaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidyness is a must in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like clutter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My idea of good music is Britney Spears.&lt;br /&gt;I have heard of Blonde Redhead.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy Blonde Redhead.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fashion-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have good taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me I have good taste.&lt;br /&gt;I excel academically.&lt;br /&gt;I'm told I have yet to fulfill my potential.&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm good at certain sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't do sports to save my life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm creative.&lt;br /&gt;I'm artistically inclined.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be an artist when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be an engineer when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I eat when I'm upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot adapt to change.&lt;br /&gt;I'm interested in politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have shoplifted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I download MP3s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've done underage drinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've gone underage clubbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can dance reasonably well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can dance extremely well.&lt;br /&gt;I dance like a cardboard gorilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I can sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing like someone stepped on my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I enjoy surveys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I enjoy surveys when I'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep a journal.&lt;br /&gt;My teachers don't like me.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy controversy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I can be a bitch/bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a thing for bad boys/girls.&lt;br /&gt;I have tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a nudist colony.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I want to have children.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I'll get married.&lt;br /&gt;I know who I will marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People enjoy talking to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I annoy people from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a born leader.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a born leader but shouldn't lead.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy felching.&lt;br /&gt;I have a foot fetish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a shoe fetish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I watch "Sex and the City".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Sarah Jessica Parker is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be J.Lo.&lt;br /&gt;I cut myself.&lt;br /&gt;I've cut myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate people who pretend to be suicidal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate popular people.&lt;br /&gt;I think cheerleading is a sport.&lt;br /&gt;I'm photogenic.&lt;br /&gt;I live in Chucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think graffiti is art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dated a criminal.&lt;br /&gt;I have been cheated on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have cheated on someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a temper.&lt;br /&gt;I like playgrounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dance in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with Shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;I have tanlines.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite color is pink.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite color is black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would classify myself as emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm musically inclined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I like listening to music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like music-blasting cars.&lt;br /&gt;Thongs are comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I like flip-flops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know what monogamy is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...and I believe in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a social worker when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have sibling/s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My sibling/s annoy me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think "South Park" is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;I believe in LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag whoever wants to answer, come'on it's fun! Haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;/edit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115621361545937835?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115621361545937835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115621361545937835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/08/argh.html' title='Argh'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115591810937740323</id><published>2006-08-18T23:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:23:10.280+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conscience and such</title><content type='html'>So I've been thinking. Actually one of the reasons why I wrote my previous blog post about shout outs was coz.. I &lt;b&gt;wanted&lt;/b&gt; to &lt;b&gt;quit blogging&lt;/b&gt; (gasp). The thought of that really came again and again and again to me. What if I quit blogging? I don't know. I can't answer that either. I was ready to make this my last post and like do a closing comment, post my first blogger post, commemorate the highlights and lowlights of my life which I've put into this blog and all. But when I opened the "create post" window, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I think I was just lazy to think of a good decent closing to my blog. So I reached to another conclusion. Now this will be a  very important question and I will need you guys to ponder on it briefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What does Juice do when she's bored of blogging?&lt;/blockquote&gt;Whoever can't answer that gets a bobo hit from me. *SMACK!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is kind of a weird post now. Maybe I'm just not ready to quit, or maybe I wanna quit but I'm scared the will to blog will come up again and I'll just embarrass myself and start posting an, "Oh I didn't really wanna quit blogging at all, that was  just a trial thing to see what all you guys thought of my blog" (LAME-O). So here I am still alive and kicking in the blogosphere, with the 4th version of laying low. Happenings of this week will come in the next post. &lt;i&gt;Comfleet&lt;/i&gt; with pictures. Have a great weekend ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115591810937740323?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115591810937740323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115591810937740323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/08/conscience-and-such.html' title='Conscience and such'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115565952549767262</id><published>2006-08-15T23:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T01:55:42.946+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Unique and outSHOUTS</title><content type='html'>That's the title of the new layout I made for my dear friend, Aneka or Kat =). You can check out her blog &lt;a href="http://vintagexxlove.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and tell me what you think. *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what will I post tonight? Well first of all I would like to give a shoutout first to these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all to &lt;a href="http://kironobu.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Ron&lt;/a&gt; who just celebrated his birthday, la lang :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;a href="http://jhedster.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Jhed&lt;/a&gt; whom I rarely chat with nowadays, I don't know why :( Maybe he's caught up in his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://harshpoeticchaos.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Jigs&lt;/a&gt;! Hi Jigs! Just wanna give ya a shoutout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly to the ever-famous &lt;a href="http://kuazee.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Kuazee&lt;/a&gt;, I miss our uber long chats about music and such. Kuazeeeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://utakgago.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Kevin&lt;/a&gt;, who misses me daw, I also miss yah! Haha, emo times, emo times, who can forget that. I know we can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;a href="http://oh.so-stellar.org" target="new"&gt;Cars&lt;/a&gt;, where are you? The blogging world misses you!! Also to &lt;a href="http://fllnngl1225.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Beverly&lt;/a&gt;, I miss you girl, where's yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://henerosobistokya.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Henerogo&lt;/a&gt;! (Heneroso) ahihihi. La lang. &lt;s&gt;I love you&lt;/s&gt;! Hahahahah bleh, actually wala lng talaga akong masabi. Ahihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;a href="http://derfenlanz.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Derf&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://aahhhron.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Aaron&lt;/a&gt; who always make me smile with their rare comments and tags plus also to &lt;a href="http://shawboy.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Mark aka Shawboy&lt;/a&gt; who also make me smile with his everyday tags. Don't see much of that anymore.. hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my new bloggerfriends &lt;a href="http://cheesyness.info/kawaii" target="new"&gt;Rina&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://icarus05.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Kevin aka Icarus&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lakambini.net" target="new"&gt;Cristela&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://asiaticneil.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Neil&lt;/a&gt; (you're not that new but I just wanted to include you here haha), welcome to my life. And I'm glad you guys welcomed me into yours. Ayyy, DRAWMAW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss these people, because for me they are M.I.A (but I know they are very busy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bulitas.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Irvin aka Bulitas&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://andwalkaway.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Rob&lt;/a&gt;. Miss ya guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!! To &lt;a href="http://queerchef.com" target="new"&gt;Charles&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://miltia.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Talamasca&lt;/a&gt;, I wouldn't finish this post without giving a shoutout to both of you too! Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://funkrockur.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Dorothy&lt;/a&gt;, thanks for trusting me with your headers ;). This is the second time already. Mwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more people I wanna give a shoutout to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://antiflatulent.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Plue&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ayokonga.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Bea&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://markoboi.blogpsot.com" target="new"&gt;Marko&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://blueengreen.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Edgar&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mibhe28.dianelovesbob.com"&gt;Memesh&lt;/a&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss everyone in the blogosphere. It seems that I'm so far away from blogging already. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those I forgot to mention, you're in my heart! And in my links of course. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;Phew, that was tiring typing all the links. I need a diversion for a while! OC Season 3, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115565952549767262?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115565952549767262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115565952549767262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-unique-and-outshouts.html' title='I&apos;m Unique and outSHOUTS'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115552865182213205</id><published>2006-08-14T11:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T14:04:11.566+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys and Memory Lanes</title><content type='html'>Listening: Motion City Soundtrack - Everything Is Alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, everything is pretty much alright. I woke up today, got 4 missed calls from &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/CH1FR34K" target="new"&gt;Chino&lt;/a&gt; prolly asking if we gonna go for a movie today with the boyplens. I swear, I'm sorry if I talk about them so much in my posts, because I'm with them 24/7. Like Friday, after class I had karaoke again with them boys and our other newfound batchmates. Saturday we were together the whole day again, for practice, then McDonald's, a quick drive, a quick smoke, a quick etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and remember &lt;a href="http://juiceee.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-started-with-him.html"&gt;THIS POST&lt;/a&gt;? I finally met my friend last Friday. Can you believe it was just last friday? And I wrote this post exactly a month ago. It was fun of course, got to re-live our old high school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of high school, last week I went to my old school to visit friends, teachers, old loves (LOL) and basically the whole package of being a high-school student. I was so overwhelmed that I wanted to cry. I don't know, I'm that kind of person, when I get overwhelmed, I cry. The whole vision of me seeing my old school and wanting to be a high school student again, was crazy. &lt;b&gt;The hugs, the how-are-yous, the "I miss you Jus'!", the everything.&lt;/b&gt;  My friends are still in 12th Grade, but I'm already in University, because I took the shortcut. Sometimes I wish I hadn't done that, but it's all good anyway. It's just that school brought back soo many memories, meeting the teachers were amazing, and all the hustle bustle of high school. Arrghh, I'm being a drama queen again. I miss having schedules you have to follow and being the thrill of not getting caught when you run away to the billiard hall during class hours. Now going to billiard halls is just boring coz you can go there anytime without getting scared because the privelage is so free. And it's not just about billiard halls, it's practically about everything. The fine line between high school and college is definitely not a fine line. It's a big wall with thick bricks that separates both so much. Especially when you're in my shoes. One subject and 4 hours of class a day. Soo different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I just realized I was kind of whining above. I wanna post pictures, but I don't have them yet. It kinda seems that my posts are kinda dull w/out pics. I know you prolly are sick looking at my fugly face but who cares. Haha so okay, no pics for this post first. It's all about substance beybee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will, post something more sensible.&lt;br /&gt;SOMEDAY. It will come, it will, it will. *EVIL LAUGH*. Okay a weirdo has taken over me again. I have to go before it takes over me. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;edit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence Week this week. Wheee.&lt;br /&gt;I only have class tomorrow, and no classes until next Tuesday. I don't even have class today. Loves it. Absolutely. &lt;i&gt;And oh, I'm loving my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;XANGA &lt;/span&gt;too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;/edit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115552865182213205?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115552865182213205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115552865182213205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/08/boys-and-memory-lanes.html' title='Boys and Memory Lanes'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115518499542679714</id><published>2006-08-10T11:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T17:04:41.843+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance dance, I'm falling apart</title><content type='html'>I'm here sitting in front of my computer with so many things in mind to write but do not know exactly what and where to start. If I don't start, then of course I'm not gonna finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is related to the title above. Last night I came back from practice at around 11 already. Actually coz we stopped by first with the rest of my dancemates at a streetside ice seller and bought all kinds of ice stuff, and some seafood as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my dancing, it's like in the rehearsals and practices and stuff, I feel as if it's becoming more of a demand for me now rather than it being something I love to do and always have loved doing. I don't blame any of the choreographers or the Titos and Titas who are making this happen, because I know that they're working hard. This is just how I feel actually and will probably a one time thing as far as I'm concerned. I'm just letting out my inhibitions, because the event is also nearing, so the pressure is kind of felt everywhere. The need for the moves to be perfect, the blockings, the costumes and everything else. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I would like to talk about my boys. (*insert drumroll*)&lt;br /&gt;The Pros and Cons of being w/ my boys TWENTY-FOUR-SEVEN (or almost that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEEKABOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cons&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- Sex is pretty much brought up every 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;- They always do guy stuff! (Play futsal, play billiards)&lt;br /&gt;- They ask me "who would you rather bang questions" and I &lt;b&gt;HAVE to&lt;/b&gt; answer them. I hate it! Grr&lt;br /&gt;- They always talk about girls in "that" way. Bleh. haha&lt;br /&gt;- I can't have girly talks with anyone!! Like who I think is cute, and just basically girl-talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pros&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- I feel safe and protected all the time.&lt;br /&gt;- The do the guy stuff. (Play futsal, play billiards) Coz hey, I enjoy that too.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;s&gt;Free cigarettes.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- All the crazy stuff I do with them just makes me forget all my problems.&lt;br /&gt;- They have connections to the cute guys. (LAME-O reason)&lt;br /&gt;- They make me laugh so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think about right now. But I'm still glad coz I get to see my bestfriend almost everyday too, I even visit her in school, when I get sick of them guys. Nothing beats girltalk of course, even though I feel that I can relate to guys all the time. Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;edit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I miss my tagboard.. violent reactions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;/edit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115518499542679714?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115518499542679714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115518499542679714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/08/dance-dance-im-falling-apart.html' title='Dance dance, I&apos;m falling apart'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115502754556953767</id><published>2006-08-08T15:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T15:59:05.570+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alright</title><content type='html'>Here I am, with another new layout. I have nothing to say about it, except that it's a boring layout and it represents me. I was so sick of my previous layout already. I need to make a more creative one it's just that I don't really have time. It's even my free time now, I went straight home after my class which ended at 1 and fortunately we have no practice today. Since I have nothing to post, I'm gonna post another video of &lt;b&gt;THE SAME SONG&lt;/b&gt;. Hahaha.. But this is &lt;b&gt;the better version&lt;/b&gt; now. It's the full song. Don't mind my friend's brother trying to mess up the video by crawling on the floor and the cellphone beeping. Bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/opLVa5nkQ2c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/opLVa5nkQ2c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise this will the last time that I'm gonna post this song. You'll get more songs hopefully. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115502754556953767?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115502754556953767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115502754556953767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-alright.html' title='I&apos;m Alright'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115487027467535885</id><published>2006-08-06T20:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T20:17:54.860+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus?</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should say that I'm gonna take a hiatus or something. Coz it's like I have no will to blog anymore plus usually when I say that I'm on hiatus, I blog more (Ironic eh?). This is crazy I'm so busy. If you see my friends' blogs &lt;a href="http://vintagexxlove.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Kat&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sinfuloverdose.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Bii&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/karl_k2" target="new"&gt;Karl&lt;/a&gt;, they don't update much as well. Coz we're always together. Dance practices and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you guys are wondering why the hell I'm having these super ass long killer dance practices. Well it's for this charity event happening on the 26th of August. Gawad Kalinga to be exact. Sounds familiar? Well the Filipino community here in Indonesia wanna help the homeless here as well, so we, the fortunate ones are doing this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; charity event for unfortunate, homeless, etc. The production is really big, and large amount of money is involved. The show itself is going to be held in a big place, in where they also hold &lt;b&gt;Indonesian Idol&lt;/b&gt;. That's why we're practically killing ourselves with these practices coz we know it's for a good cause. Last year my family donated a thousand bucks to the homeless both in the Philippines and Indonesia. Everybody deserves a chance. Starting next week we practice almost everyday getting home at almost 11pm - midnight. But we have fun too anyway, coz it's with friends and stuff. So there you go. My explanation for being busy. I will post pictures of practices if I haven't time to upload and if blogger isn't fucking up with the picture hosting. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday's practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP0032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP0029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP0035.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP0046.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP0041.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP0052.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just came back from a weekend with the family at my dad's boss rest house somewhere in the West? or East? Haha I don't know. What I know is that the place was beeeyoootiful. And I got the pictures to prove it. It was great to have a relaxing time w/ the fam, went to the Hot Springs yesterday and shopping today at the shopping city, &lt;i&gt;Bandung&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP0058.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP0073.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP0054.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comments are decreasing, but it's okay, since I know commenting is give and take, and I myself haven't been a very good commenter the past weeks. But my posts don't depend on how many comments I receive. I blog from *here* (points at my heart). Ayyy drama. Haha but any of you who still comment I really really thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiatus or not hiatus. That is the question.&lt;br /&gt;I just made another postful post. I said I had no will to blog above. I'm &lt;b&gt;WEIRD&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115487027467535885?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115487027467535885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115487027467535885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/08/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus?'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115458837657748395</id><published>2006-08-03T13:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T06:11:30.906+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&gt; My body's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I skipped school today so that I can blog. (Partly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I had 2 whole rounds of Nasi Goreng (Indonesian Fried Rice) last night after practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I'm beginning to be more focused in dancing now. I wasn't so enthustiastic before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; School's not bad, I get tits, jugs, hot, "wanna bang her", fat-ass all the time from my boyfriends. I think I'm turning into a psycho being with these guys ALL the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I just choked on the water I drank. (FUCK!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I dreamt about trying to solve a big puzzle earlier right before I woke up, can anyone please tell me what that means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I'm addicted to Relient K's Getting Into You and 30 Seconds To Mars' The Kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://pixsrose.free.fr/radio.blog/sounds/Relient K - Getting Into You.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt; &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.deadgerl.net/radio/sounds/30 Seconds to Mars - The Kill.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I hate what you say that makes me feel like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Lovin' life right now. It's not all that bad. Maybe coz mine started on a really bad tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; One of our 16-count dance routine. (Guess which one I am =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PJEs0rYczCc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PJEs0rYczCc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OVERDUED PICTURES ON BELOW'S POST!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115458837657748395?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115458837657748395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115458837657748395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/08/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115441117414394490</id><published>2006-08-01T12:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T22:15:34.463+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iskul</title><content type='html'>I'm in the campus right now, and I still have an hour left for class so I might as well blog. Aww I miss blogging already gaah. I think I'll only be able to visit your blogs during the weekends because I practically go home late every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school, was unlike any other first day. Hahaha, classes started at 8:30am and we got out at 9:15. Nice? Yeaah man. Hmm, it went like this. My boyfriends and I (I'm the only girl out of 4 of us who hang out 24/7) went to the mall. Bought bread in a cafe, went to Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf, hung out there for a couple of hours, went to another mall and had karaoke in an karaoke bar for another hour (yeah baby) haha sang soo many songs then later watched a movie (Miami Vice), played in the arcade coz we got 4 effing &lt;b&gt;FREE&lt;/b&gt; games. It was soo cool coz there were four of us (it was the motorbike game) and each one of us got a free game out of nowhere. I was only sitting on the bike thingie waiting for the movie to finish and then the screen popped that we were to get four games. It was crazy shit. After the movie we went to ANOTHER mall to grab some food in Chowking, stayed there and then went to A&amp;W for ice cream. After that, had dance practice and hung out in a friends' house till 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal first day? I don't think so. =P&lt;br /&gt;Loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so guarded all the time too since I'm always with three guys. I'll post pictures of us soon, it's just that I'm in school so I can't upload shit you know. It's just that I wanna find my own girl-friends too, for the girly stuff you know. I feel good with these guys, since I've been hanging out with them for pretty much my whole life in Jakarta (one of them my EX and guybestfriend), but c'mon, girls gotta have their girly moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad unplugs my LCD outlet at night and takes it with him so that I won't be able to use the internet till late. Huhu, so I guess it's weekend commenting. Sorry bout that guys, I promise I'll get back to you soon. I'm in a rush now, and I'm so full too, since we came from the mall and had lunch. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/3rockers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 207px; height: 156px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/3rockers.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/Ter0rist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 207px; height: 156px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/Ter0rist.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/Coolm0tor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 207px; height: 156px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/Coolm0tor.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/Arcaderacer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 207px; height: 156px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/Arcaderacer.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/Hmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 207px; height: 156px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/Hmm.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/Three-sumYeah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 207px; height: 156px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/Three-sumYeah.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/Farangle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 207px; height: 156px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/Farangle.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115441117414394490?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115441117414394490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115441117414394490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/08/iskul.html' title='Iskul'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115417234264665476</id><published>2006-07-29T18:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T22:13:09.820+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Good To Be In Love</title><content type='html'>Like yeah, for SOME people. I just couldn't think of a title. I've been really busy nowadays I don't even know where to start. But I have to, or else I won't be able to finish this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized my existence in this blogging world has helped me a lot. In terms of writing, and everything else.. I just can't state them. These past almost-three-years of being a Blogger's daughter, I've shared soo much. School life, personal life, love life, and life itself. Did you guys know I had a fight w/ one of my good friends because of a blog post? The fight was ugly of course, with ugly words and ugly phrases. But we got through that. Thankfully. Wow, I just remembered that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are starting on Monday already for me. Gosh I only have 8 units and 4 hours of class a day! I don't even have class on Thursday. That's how they are so straightforward here, which I like. Whatever your course, that's the only subjects which you'll be given. I have a feeling though that these three years will go by really fast. Maybe that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I'll be able to blog religiously or comment and tag as often as I did these past months. I have been doing absolutely nothing for the past 5 months, now I don't even know what class feels like. Gah I'm rambling. It's been a long time since I haven't rambled in my blog. I try not to be so conscious of what I write, but I end up being it. Now I'm just gonna let my fingers do the typing. I don't care what I write, I miss blog-bullshitting. Yes I had lots of that before. Now I'm having it again. Thanks for always being here guys, really appreciate your comments and tags. No, this isn't goodbye, I guess I just wanna show my appreciation and gratitude, that's what's kinda keeping me to always blog. Aww, what drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I miss someone. Sshh. Not him. Someone special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;/edit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who did me the Random Like blah blah tags, please check out your respones &lt;a href="http://juicyweed.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115417234264665476?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115417234264665476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115417234264665476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-good-to-be-in-love.html' title='It&apos;s Good To Be In Love'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115397498477157174</id><published>2006-07-27T11:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T02:51:45.303+07:00</updated><title type='text'>B to the Z</title><content type='html'>Busy Busy Busy!! Urgghh update later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry I'll make up for it, but for now here's a little something for you. Enjoy! &lt;b&gt;Or not&lt;/b&gt;. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.castpost.com/Lib/playm1.php?filename=Here%20We%20Go%20Again.mp3&amp;url=http://juiceee.castpost.com/" frameborder="0" height="40" scrolling="no" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all! Thanks so much for dropping by all the time :D&lt;br /&gt;I gotta run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;big update!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dy-EODtgm9Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dy-EODtgm9Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A video of the same song =P still busy!&lt;br /&gt;My best friend and I in boxers and sleeping clothes aka &lt;b&gt;PAMBAHAY&lt;/b&gt;.. Pahabol lng po. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Cyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if cut, umm I don't know w/ YouTube. Grr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115397498477157174?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115397498477157174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115397498477157174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/07/b-to-z.html' title='B to the Z'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115373458818482908</id><published>2006-07-24T16:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T03:59:11.496+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Baby</title><content type='html'>I'm not in the mood to blog really, but I just did. Coz whenever I would open my blog, I would always see Brandon Boyd plus all those others guys below and the fact that I can't have them just devastates me =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sensible post today, I just wanna thank my Dad for buying me my 2nd baby. (Note: Click &lt;a href="http://juiceee.blogspot.com/2005/11/third-time-today.html" target="new"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for 1st baby). It was spur of the moment yesterday, and being the Daddy's girl that I am, I convinced him. Sure, I did get the pre-buy LECTURE about my future, studies and being responsible, I mean it's part of the package isn't it? And of course I understand. I'm not a spoiled-brat who gets everything she wants. So I'm gonna be working hard for this, and not just be all goody-goody around the house. It has to be something more than that. I'm really close to my parents and I'm thankful that God has given me that kind of relationship I have with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/iPod.jpg" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 351px; height: 264px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/iPod.jpg" alt="love it" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPod video 30GB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I have a Xanga now. It's where I usually put my blahs and more personal posts + bullshit not so worth reading that's why I kept it separate. If you guys wanna know the address just PM me or something. But I bet you won't find so much interesting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I'm not in the mood as what I said, but I'm still Haaapppyy!! =) Don't worry the cheerpoolnes is still there. Usually when I'm bored with blogging I change my layout (that's prolly why you see my blog with different ones from time to time) but even now, I'm not in the mood to make a new layout! Grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys if I haven't been getting back at you with comments and stuff. I will. Really soon, my hands are just quite full at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is awfully quiet, even though my Mom's at home. The usual nosy noisy bubbly talkative sister of mine is quiet too. That's coz she's watching videos in my iPod. Probably the whole bunch of &lt;a href="http://mondo.happytreefriends.com" target="new"&gt;Happy Tree Friends&lt;/a&gt; episodes I uploaded. She likes it gory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115373458818482908?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115373458818482908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115373458818482908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/07/maybe-baby.html' title='Maybe Baby'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115351498832894955</id><published>2006-07-22T03:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T03:49:48.420+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to HOTNESS</title><content type='html'>This is probably the first time I'm doing a CELEBRITY post. Woohoo, I just thought about it and hey, I'm entitled to do it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think this post is the kind which stereotyps because believe me, I have a different taste in celebrity guys. Let's proceed then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ONE&lt;/b&gt; and will always be on top of my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/8485_512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/8485_512.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Boyd and ALL HIS GLORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TWO&lt;/b&gt; as a football fan, he is my hottie. Hey, he's got skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/chro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/chro.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo Santos Aveiro. Manchester United, Portuguese, total hottie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THREE&lt;/b&gt; not many people like him, but I adore this redhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/poanyc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/poanyc1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupert Grint aka Ronald Weasley. Come on guys, Daniel Radcliffe is so FIVE MINUTES AGO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOUR&lt;/b&gt; Whenever I watch his movies, he has this certain charm that just totally gets me, he's my man in Hollywood. Forget Brad Pitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/sunset2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/sunset2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan Hawke beybeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FIVE&lt;/b&gt; Now this is what I call a hot geek. Musician, actor, full-time boyfriend, loves dogs, funny, family-oriented, smart, witty.. GOSH what more can you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/Adam%20Brody-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/Adam%20Brody-16.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Rachel. Please welcome, Adam Brody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Last and the least, if I must say. I just went to &lt;a href="http://www.perezhilton.com " target="new"&gt;Perez&lt;/a&gt;'s site a while ago and I caught this. Been a long time since I haven't seen this and I'm certainly not a fan of Stars Wars (sorry guys). I liked him Episode 1 (yes I've watched it) but it kinda faded away. This picture looks kinda gayish, so this makes him my guilty pleasure (aside from Justin Timberlake).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/3di6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/3di6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden Christensen aka Luke Skywalker. (gay gay gay but I love it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whatdaya think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115351498832894955?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115351498832894955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115351498832894955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/07/tribute-to-hotness.html' title='Tribute to HOTNESS'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115346026504772156</id><published>2006-07-21T12:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T12:46:51.930+07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Di Da</title><content type='html'>Listening to: No Ordinary Love by Urbandub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kuazee.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Kuazee&lt;/a&gt; just did this tag and since I commented on his box then this is what he said about me. Now I've decided to do the same coz I'd like to be nice to you guys and also thank you for reading my blog hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IF YOU COMMENT ON THIS PAGE YOU WILL BE TAGGED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE RULES: If you comment on this post, I will..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Respond with something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Challenge you to try something.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pick a color that I associate with you.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tell you something I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tell you my first/clearest memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;6. Tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7. Ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;8. Pick a song that reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You then must post the same meme and my response in your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Come on guys, don't you wanna find out what I think about you? It's a give and take tag! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is what Kuazee said about me. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;You're fun to talk to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;aww really? teehee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. CHALLENGE&lt;br /&gt;Say "PINAPUTI NI PUTOY AND PITONGPU'T-PITONG PUTING PUTONG PATONG-PATONG" (10 times w/o mistakes) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I tried it, I can't even say it once! haha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. COLOR&lt;br /&gt;orange - juice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ahh yes, everybody says so&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. LIKE&lt;br /&gt;I like your music &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. MEMORY&lt;br /&gt;..something like Barbie Almabis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;whoaa..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. ANIMAL&lt;br /&gt;a dolphin. friendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I happen to like dolphins, you're the first person to actually associate me with dolphins..lol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;Who is the gayest Star Wars character?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;err, Obi Wan? I'm not a big fan of Star Wars. But for sure it isn't Luke Skywalker. I'm not saying Ewan McGregor is gay, but Obi Wan's just kinda. Heck I don't know! haha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. SONG&lt;br /&gt;Dry Your Tears by the Streets ...coz i wanna promote them, they're really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I loooovvee finding about something new in terms of music, so thanks for telling me! download download!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115346026504772156?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115346026504772156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115346026504772156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/07/la-di-da.html' title='La Di Da'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115333635256822473</id><published>2006-07-20T02:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T03:01:50.486+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Again</title><content type='html'>Thank you, &lt;a href="http://bulitas.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Bulitas&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have continued your post and did your tag. I think I am the first blogger to do it in English and hope to be the last. (hey I wanna be unique! =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you blame a girl for wanting more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;b&gt;HER&lt;/b&gt; story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you, I can see everything with you. The future, us. Something's just.. &lt;b&gt;missing&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved him. Very much.&lt;br /&gt;Her problem? Contentment. She knew she's got it all with him, the care, the joy, the love, but in the end? She let it go. Because she thought that she could find somebody else. Somebody different. She wanted to get out of that rut. The &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; rut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She needed to get out, immediately. Away from the dark. Literally, if I must say. Dark lipstick, eyeshadow, and everything in between. She needed color in life, but could you have given it to her? She didn't think so. Hell you say? &lt;i&gt;Ibinalik kita sa impyerno?&lt;/i&gt; Choice is from within, and this mine. To be in hell was your choice. To live in color is mine. &lt;b&gt;Hindi na madilim dito.. bakit hindi mo subukan?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile for you, because you have taught me the beauty of darkness, this beauty in which enabled me to see light. I see you close your eyes. Though I can't bear the thought of you being hurt. I want to take you with me. But are you willing to come? Are you willing to give things up once more for me? I stop and think. Am I selfish? What could I have done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the girl whom you shared the dark with. I'm getting out of the rut, I see light once again. Little by little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;B&gt;Mechanics&lt;/B&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(from Jigs)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will write a short story and tag someone else.&lt;br /&gt;2. They will continue the story on their blog without rewriting the first story.&lt;br /&gt;3. The next writer will tag another person to keep the story going.&lt;br /&gt;4. To the people who are tagged, continue the story based SOLELY on the story written by the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;5. You cannot read any of the stories that came before the person that tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(from Bulitas)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. magsusulat ako ng isang maigsing kwento at may itatag na mga tao.&lt;br /&gt;2. itutuloy nila ang kwento sa kanilang blog nang hindi sinusulat ang naunang kwento.&lt;br /&gt;3. mag-tag ng iba pang bloggers para madugtungan ang kwento.&lt;br /&gt;4. sa mga na-tag, dudugtungan ang kwento base lamang sa sinulat ng nag-tag sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;5. bawal hanapin at basahin ang mga naunang kwento.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this story started in TAGALOG, I would love for it to finish the same way. I'm an exception. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And therefore I tag JHED, PLUE and EARL.&lt;br /&gt;Nyahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115333635256822473?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115333635256822473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115333635256822473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/07/think-again.html' title='Think Again'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115324216582098507</id><published>2006-07-18T23:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T17:31:02.360+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Switch</title><content type='html'>First of all, I'd like to say SORRY to one of my blogger friends Irvin aka &lt;a href="http://bulitas.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Bulitas&lt;/a&gt; coz I just can't do his tag. I'm having such a hard time. If he permits me to do it in English, then will probably do it, but in Tagalog, oh please help me Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from an afternoon with my friends. Dinner w/ my parents and best friend, plus the weekly Starbucks visit. Starbucks has become a lifestyle in my family. My parents have become freaks already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna divert my posts from the happy crazy busy me to a much different one. I'm so busy nowadays, with friends, family, class and other activities. But I thank time for giving me an opportunity to still blog. And of course, to all you guys who take a little time to read them. You guys keep me blogging you know :) &lt;b&gt;I'm gonna give a gift to some of my blogger friends in the days to come. So watch out!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my post.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't talked about him for a long time. If you've been following my blog, I talked about him alot in my May posts. References: &lt;a href="http://juiceee.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-do-i-want.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://juiceee.blogspot.com/2006/05/get-over-it-justine.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://juiceee.blogspot.com/2006/05/lyricology.html"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got over him then, atleast that's how I thought it was. Right now, he's the guy &lt;b&gt;I LOVE TO HATE&lt;/b&gt;. I don't know how I feel. I feel different when I look at him, I wanna hate him, but it seems that I can't. For any of my personal friends who are reading this, you MAY know who it is. As for my blogger friends, he appears on some of the pictures I post occasionally. Anyway, there's this song which describes how I kinda feel. Right now, I'm still confused. I'm still lost. Just read the lyrics, and it's exactly how I feel. I'll also post the song so that you'll be able to listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jaime Wyatt - Light Switch&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rare occasion when you come on the phone&lt;br /&gt;It's like a holiday I celebrate alone&lt;br /&gt;Remember every detail when you spoke&lt;br /&gt;The way my name drags across your throat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been a burden all at once&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can't find the light switch&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'd rather dwell in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm better off alone&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes has become a home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you don't want me and i should have known&lt;br /&gt;My heart can't seem to let you go&lt;br /&gt;You're not so special, you're not even close&lt;br /&gt;You mean the least but you take the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear your words so sweet, secure and flattering&lt;br /&gt;I stare into the sea, as your waves crash over me&lt;br /&gt;Almost upon the shore&lt;br /&gt;Your words don't flatter anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://bduverneuil.ifrance.com/radio.blog/sounds/light switch.swf&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused? Me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115324216582098507?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115324216582098507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115324216582098507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/07/light-switch.html' title='Light Switch'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115306749402663512</id><published>2006-07-16T23:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T15:07:17.060+07:00</updated><title type='text'>So-so Life?</title><content type='html'>Hold on &lt;a href="http://fllnngl1225.blogspot.com/" target="new"&gt;Bevs!&lt;/a&gt; Haha don't call 911, I'm right here! Lol. For all ya'll (bwahaha) who are wondering where I went, I just attended the YFC Indonesia National Conference, so yeah, basically I was out of town for three days. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fun weekend, the place was amazing, great friends, good time. :D I have so many amazing pictures but since I'm so tired and my camera batts are not charged, I'll just post three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP2353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP2353.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP2359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP2359.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP2537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP2537.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got back from the confe I took time to hang out with friends (despite the &lt;b&gt;haggard&lt;/b&gt;-ness of our looks and the tiredness of our eyes) and went to the mall. &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/karl_k2" target="new"&gt;Karl&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/darkangelbii" target="new"&gt;Bii&lt;/a&gt;, Chino and Jan. Had ice cream in &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gelatissimo.com.au/Content_Common/pg-International-News.seo" target="new"&gt;Gelatissimo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; which was pure YUMM, Chino smoked, had tiramisu shake and we talked and talked and talked. It's just great having good conversations with friends coz you kinda just seem to forget everything for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in my realm now, flopping in my bed with the book I haven't finished. It feels so good to be back in my room. I have to get enough sleep, I really had scarcity of sleep during the weekend. To those who missed me, thankies! Haha. :D I'll blog something more sensible soon, rather than my so-so life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, it's time to hit the sack. Astalaveees-ta bloggers. =P I'll get back to you guys soon!! I missed commenting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my girlfriends, &lt;a href="http://vintagexxlove.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Aneka&lt;/a&gt;, who was vacationing in Canada and Maryland and away from her boyfriend &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/karl_k2" target="new"&gt;Karl&lt;/a&gt;, (who happens to be my BF [note: bestfriend =P]) for &lt;b&gt;FORTY DAYS&lt;/b&gt; and she has made a request to see pictures of him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...awww i wish i ws in conf!...ngesshh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, more pix, i wna c my boyfriend. HAHAHAH. jk jk i think ur beautiful. more than him anyway. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwach&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's your request girly gurl. Have fun.. and OH! Check out the pic of Karl and Yus, don't worry I'm taking care of your baby, he's not gonna turn homosexual on you. =P Can't wait for you to get back here! He's missing you terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.filmloop.com/looplets/flash/v2/looplet.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" flashvars="base=looplets.filmloop.com&amp;weblinkid=sp0j2cd-ryh1uoev-fwyeifqyyashppa&amp;incr=1" name="looplet" align="middle" bgcolor="#333333" width="320" height="115" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115306749402663512?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115306749402663512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115306749402663512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-so-life.html' title='So-so Life?'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115272562655917037</id><published>2006-07-13T00:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T21:42:42.750+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Fun Fun</title><content type='html'>I just got home about 2 hours ago. Spent the whole day at my friend's house. Thanks Gabz, Car and Pat the ever welcoming Apolos, luvya guys. Didn't realize how much I missed being crazy around them, talking and basically just having fun! Grrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm just gonna give you some eye and ear candy (Not that it's sweet coz I'm really just putting my ugliness up online haha). You wouldnt wanna click to enlarge the pictures believe me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/12july2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/12july2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/12july4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/12july4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/12july3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/12july3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/12july5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/12july5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/12july6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/12july6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/11july1%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/11july1%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea we could merge our talents together and make a band lol. Instruments were there in full form and waiting to be played. So we did our thang. First attempt doing rock songs and had sooo much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the honor of being the vocalist however didn't prove myself to well. Ended up screwing lyrics and singing boy rock songs which included shouting and screaming. I guess I got a little over-excited. You can see for yourself in the videos haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jet - Are You Gonna Be My Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lgKJTHEtX_w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lgKJTHEtX_w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;System Of A Down - Chop Suey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VNc5CSMn-w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VNc5CSMn-w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've just witnessed a day in the life of JUICE. =)&lt;br /&gt;BOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115272562655917037?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115272562655917037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115272562655917037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/07/fun-fun-fun.html' title='Fun Fun Fun'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115259406532865897</id><published>2006-07-11T11:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:25:45.033+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Started With HIM</title><content type='html'>TEXT MESSAGE received 4th of July 2006:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hi sweetie. I'm back in jakarta no matter what we are seeing each other every week.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Love post? Nah. Juicy post. *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tell you about one of my very very good friends. It's been almost 3 years since we last saw each other. His education back in Switzerland is what's keeping us apart. But every vacation, he comes home to Jakarta. We always communicate, he always calls me and we have those super late-night chats on the phone which never seem to finish, but in the span of those 2-something years, all we ever had were phone calls, text messages and the occasional IM's. I have no idea why nature never brought us together to meet again. Even when I was on vacation last year in Jakarta (I was already studying in Cebu by then), he was also around town, but we never managed to see each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this friend of mine, was the reason why I'm known as JUICE. Yup, he was the one who came up with it. I vividly remember during 6th Grade when we started calling each other with adjectives starting with the same letter as our first name. And he was the one who first came up with, "Juicy Justine". It has been stuck with me ever since!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name JUICE you see gracing around your tagboards, comment boxes, usernames. It started with him, hence the title of this post. Since then, everyone in school called me Apple Juice, or Orange Juice. Or whatever related to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been friends for almost 6 years now. He had to leave for Switzerland after our 8th Grade. But since then, our communication is &lt;b&gt;still&lt;/b&gt; intact. No matter how far we were, he would still occasionally call me from Switzerland, have small chats and always texted me from there. The land of EVIAN (umm ok, very irrelevant LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's in town right now, but we haven't met. I hope sooner of later we will. I wish it won't be the latter. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit 1:43&lt;br /&gt;A fellow blogger friend misinterpreted this post. Hahah. :D I can say this guy is like one of my true friends, the kind of friends you would have all your life. :D Nothing more lol. It's like having a good old friend. LOL. No more misinterpretations please! Haha.. If he reads this, we're really gonna flip just laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115259406532865897?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115259406532865897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115259406532865897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-started-with-him.html' title='It Started With HIM'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115245706220047813</id><published>2006-07-09T21:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T12:49:15.813+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Feel The Pressure</title><content type='html'>I decided that I'd try to post an audio file here every Sunday. I'll try ok? Either a song, or who knows, I might think of podcasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo this is a song I did with my bestfriend one night. It was just a trial song really, since she just learnt this on the guitar for about less than less two hours. It's Pressure by Paramore, my latest craze these days. Just another attempt to sing. As &lt;a href="http://www.filipeanut.com" target="_blank"&gt;Filipeanut&lt;/a&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know it might be ugly, but you can't touch it. People hate my songs but I really can't stop it. I don't receive profit, I do it coz I love it. Can't get money so I do it for fun. Some do it for somebody, I do it for none.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Check out his rap podcast &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.odeo.com/audio/1176364/view" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. It's the shit. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.castpost.com/Lib/playm1.php?filename=Pressure.mp3&amp;url=http://juiceee.castpost.com/" width="250" height="40" frameborder="0" scrolling=No&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired I just got home. It's been a long day. Can you believe I listened to &lt;b&gt;35&lt;/b&gt; songs by The Beatles in a ROW on my Ninang's iPod?! Man I'm in a BEATLE craze now. John Lennon is LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing. Everything is  back to the way it was. I'm so glad we bypassed problems at home already. I love the word BYPASSED. What's so ironic was that about 2 weeks ago my parents, my sister and I dropped by Starbucks at about 10pm (our family are Starbucks freaks) and my mom got this fortune cookie. My dad took a bite of it and gave the piece of paper to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SERIOUS TROUBLE WILL BYPASS YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And indeed, we bypassed it. Bypass. Bypass. I &lt;3 that WORD.&lt;br /&gt;And one more time: BYPASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were that close-to-perfect family again. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But note: My parents did not merely BYPASS their problem. They settled it cleanly and perfectly with each other. They didn't even fight. Talking was the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I have new smilies on my tagboard. Feel free to say WTF? Or hug and kiss me maybe? LOL who would wanna do that. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BOREDOME BLUES QUIZ ERASED BY BLOG OWNER-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115245706220047813?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115245706220047813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115245706220047813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/07/can-you-feel-pressure.html' title='Can You Feel The Pressure'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115233342681639594</id><published>2006-07-08T11:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T15:47:30.070+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take 2</title><content type='html'>Somehow listening to both Coldplay's A Rush of Blood to the Head and Parachutes (my 2 most favorite albums in the whole wide world and the albums I can listen to NONSTOP) is making me post some ambiguosity (is there such a word?). Anyway, let's get on with it before I change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes are inevitable. It's one part of our life which we can't avoid. They're always in front of us, or if not, chasing us. And as a person, my life has always been an open-book. I'm not one who keeps everything to herself coz as a person capable of having anxiety attacks, having everything locked up inside me apparently murders my emotions. Don't know what I'm talking about? Well you will, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Biggest Mistakes in my LIFE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I lost a very good friendship with 3 girls. Just because I fooled around with one of their boyfriends. Until now, they are still together, for 6 years. I am still quite close with her boyfriend, but I can never look at her in the eye anymore. It's been 4 years since that incident, and my friendship with those girls have never been repaired eversince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I slept with the &lt;i&gt;wrongest guy&lt;/i&gt;. He was 25, I was 17. I don't know what got into me. And I don't wanna talk about it anymore. ENOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I myself knew that I was &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/ochlophobic" target="_blank"&gt;OCHLOPHOBIC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, yet I still went out to a big festivals fireworx display and the number of people were just soo overwhelming! I woke up the next day unable to breath properly recalling the night, had an anxiety attack and had to be rushed to the ER because of it. The outcome, 4 days confined in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just the ones I can remember right now. Recalling them can shatter me into pieces. I don't know what made me share this into the blogging world. I know I am an imperfect person and each and everyone of us have the capability of making mistakes. We don't know what makes us DO those mistakes that time. But when we reflect on it, we think, "What the hell made us do that?!" and we can't regret because there's just no use of deprecation anymore. It's been made and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am, and I will leave you to your own judgement after having read this post. I did not intend these to happen in my life, yet they did. As much I as I want to regret them, they have made me who I am now, and I definitely learnt something from them. They are experiences after all, and experiences are one of the fundamentals in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to greet a HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my BF (note: BestFriend =p) &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/karl_k2" target="new"&gt;Karl&lt;/a&gt;. Have fun in Bali! Gawd, I envy youuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my TAGBOARD IS BAAACK. Thanks to Talamasca. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115233342681639594?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115233342681639594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115233342681639594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/07/take-2.html' title='Take 2'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115224827078480013</id><published>2006-07-07T11:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T00:51:01.906+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah</title><content type='html'>I feel so &lt;b&gt;DEAD&lt;/b&gt; nowadays. I've been sleeping nonstop in the last 48 hours. I don't wanna wake up and just keep my face in the covers or other than that, sit me in front of the computer. My cellphones are not charged, the messages are getting full and I'm not even bothering to erase them. I'm getting constant miss calls and I'm not answering. I feel soo.. fucked right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not this kinda person, this is not me blogging. The real Juice has been digged inside the ground and her cheerfullness and jolliness are getting rotted up inside. We all just wanna be happy don't we? If you're all looking at my life right now, then you would think it's such a happy place to be in, and EVEN when I reflect on my life, there's actually no big reason why I'm like this. It's a matter of choice, as I used to say. But sometimes I just can't help feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sue me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115224827078480013?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115224827078480013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115224827078480013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/07/gah.html' title='Gah'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115215316416130413</id><published>2006-07-06T09:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T15:41:44.530+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Upside Down</title><content type='html'>I gotcha guys. Well as you know, jokes are half-meant. So I'm kinda laying low for the time being. No tagboards or exchange links (I've got enough links thank you very much). I just hope you continue to visit and read my blog fellow BLOGTHERS :D. I'm still gonna be active in commenting and tagging to all yor lovely blogs so don't worry I'm not gonna vanish into thin air. Keep the comments flowing too alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my layout, it kinda reflects situations at home right now. I have the close-to-perfect family that I could ever ask for, but &lt;s&gt;I just don't know right now&lt;/s&gt; we're kinda put to test. As Howie Day says, "Even the best fall down sometimes.." I just hope these things come to pass and everything will be alright soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Portugal lost against France a while ago. So did Germany against Italy yesterday. Both the teams I was rooting for didn't make it to the finals. But oh well, it's life. I'm jusy happy Portugal got into the semis, that was a great achievement for them already. Forca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 17th to my dear dear friend and my best-friend's boyfriend, Glenn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies by fast eh? It's already JU-freaking-LY. All the months are just wooshing past like a revved up draft-race-car. It's quite unbelievable actually, and the next thing you know, it's already the year 2074. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Hurraah for me and my perfect life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115215316416130413?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115215316416130413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115215316416130413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/07/upside-down.html' title='Upside Down'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115209672616721869</id><published>2006-07-05T17:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T18:10:46.840+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm gonna quit blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave comments guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahh I had fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115209672616721869?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115209672616721869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115209672616721869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/07/bye-bye-bye.html' title='Bye Bye Bye'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115192699717880236</id><published>2006-07-03T18:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T20:52:30.870+07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMACKEROO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://italk2much.com" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://italk2much.com/images/it2m120x40.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;CLICK THAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got smacked ya'll after gazillions of days and weeks of waiting and checking that site every single day. I submitted my blog loong ago, and I've finally gotten the long awaited wait. (whutt?) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can REST IN PEACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Another Filipino blog. I like the template; the colours are not offensive and easy to your eyes.  The sidebar is a bit long though but can be fixed with drop-down menus or placed on different pages and please ditch that tagboard since what's the use of your comment section then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The content is okay and I find it interesting since I am one of its frequent visitors. No pictures of grotesque-looking food or whatever. Overall, I don't have any problems with this blog.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/3lips.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah baby. Well some of the commenters and the italk2much bitches/bastards might not agree, but I atleast I got my smack. People have their own say. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE IT or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HATE IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (SMACK THAT!). I give my deepest THANK YOU to the one who smacked me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THRICE&lt;/span&gt;. You know who you are. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my tagboard, I can't really take it out coz it's where all the shoutouts come in. I know some people who don't even read my blog and just straight away put that "dropping by" line and link exchange requests. I know that coz I can be one of "those" people, so atleast I can keep track of the aliens passing by my blog. But I will definitely consider the drop down menus coz I myself think that my sidebar is too long as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo feeling the smacks. *evil grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115192699717880236?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115192699717880236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115192699717880236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/07/smackeroo.html' title='SMACKEROO!!'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115170015280880143</id><published>2006-07-01T03:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T03:58:33.590+07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the Randomization You Wanted</title><content type='html'>This is gonna be my "random" post. I haven't done a random post in AGES! It's quite an obligation for bloggers I think, to do a Random post once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Germany in the SEMI's and FIFA blahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched the game between Germany and Argentina. Score of 1-1 but 4-2 on PENALTY. Woot, good game but Argentina became SORE LOSERS. There was some commotion on the field after everything. My parents and I were going ballistic during the game and had lots of laughs. My dad is more of an NBA fan, though. I'm so fucking excited for tomorrow's game. Portugal-England and Brazil-France. I'm in a gory delimma between Eng and Por since they're my most fave countries. Arrgg. Check out the goodies I got for my preparation later tonight. (NOTE: Mom works in ADIDAS ;P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP2104.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP2104.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP2110.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP2110.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sisterly Conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my 6yr old sister reading my almanac and found the philippines info and flag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;lil sis&lt;/u&gt;: ate, why is it phili&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;PENIS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? I thought we're from &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;PHILUPEENS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;: WHAAAT? wat did u say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;lil sis&lt;/u&gt;: Look oh, it says phili&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PENIS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; here. (points at the Philippine details in the book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;: OH! Hahaha! (I laugh and laugh) No dear, you don't say it phili&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;PENIS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PHIL-LUH-PEENS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;lil sis&lt;/u&gt;: Ohh, so it's like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;: Penis is a bad word okay, don't say it again. Promise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;lil sis&lt;/u&gt;: What's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PENIS&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG..&lt;br /&gt;And the rest, they say, is HISTORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smoke-free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been smoking. HURRAH to me ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jobless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you don't know, but I've been freaking jobless since March and my classes don't start till July 31. Boohoo. Talk about extended vacation. I've made 2 real layouts, &lt;a href="http://thesleepinggiant.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Jhed's&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://urban-b0i.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Marco's&lt;/a&gt;. I html-coded &lt;a href="http://cutie-patootie.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Andrea's.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLUG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Irene has this petition of getting together Multiply ppl and having a Photography EB (eyeball) sometime. This will be held in Cebu so all yah BISDAKS out there Contact Irene &lt;a href="http://irenefransisco.multiply.com" target="new"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Or visit this page &lt;a href="http://irenefrancisco.multiply.com/journal/item/189" target="new"&gt;http://irenefrancisco.multiply.com/journal/item/189&lt;/a&gt; for more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Name is Juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com" target="new"&gt;urbandictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps one of the most wonderous, and versitile words of the english language; it can refer to semen, which is the source of all human life...or steroids which are not only a sometimes necesary form of body enhancement, but a cure for many common health problems. finally it refers to a life giving ambrosial drink that can be made from many things, and usually contains nature's natural sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1}- i spilled my juice into that girl by accident, and now she's pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;2}- my kid was bor with an underdeveloped lung, but they put him on the juice, and now he's ok.&lt;br /&gt;3}- damn it's hot out and i'm crashing; let's go inside and have a refreshing glass of cranberry juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another one for yah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy I got a pretty good feedback on my last post so I've decided to post ANOTHER song. It's not mine now though, it's Michelle Branch's hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.castpost.com/Lib/playm1.php?filename=All%20You%20Wanted.mp3&amp;amp;url=http://juiceee.castpost.com/" frameborder="0" height="40" scrolling="no" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love sickens me. Coz I'm loveless. Somebody give me some love. Anybody? Anybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me a looong time to finish this lol. I started at 1:13am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115170015280880143?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115170015280880143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115170015280880143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-randomization-you-wanted.html' title='All the Randomization You Wanted'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115155190013928850</id><published>2006-06-29T10:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T17:57:53.960+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the 10kth?</title><content type='html'>Happy 10-effing-THOUSAND hits to me! I reseted that hitboard sometime early this year. I don't care if that's a lot or less but it's 10K, lol. I'd just like to thank you dudes and dudettes who take the time out to read my senseless and most-of-the-time boring posts w/ absolutely no freaking talent in them. I'm just a blogging bum and a frustrated writer at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be the best writer but I can sing a little, and play the guitar a little. Listen for yourself. This is a song I composed almost 4 years ago when I was 14, for my first love LOL (refer to June 20 and 21 posts). I don't have the best quality voice because I recorded this on first attempt. Didn't do all those *CUT!* and record again shit. Plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.castpost.com/Lib/playm1.php?filename=IMGP2101.mp3&amp;url=http://juiceee.castpost.com/" width="250" height="40" frameborder="0" scrolling=No&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my geeeeft to you, my fellow blogger visitors. Drop me a line okay and wish me some 10k luck. Kisses to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.queerchef.com" target="new"&gt;Charles&lt;/a&gt; for referring me Castpost, which is a great hosting, by the way :D Thanks Charles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Who's the 10,000th visitor? Please drop me a line too! If you don't show yourself, oh well, I'm just gonna honor &lt;a href="http://thesleepinggiant.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Jhed&lt;/a&gt; for being the 10,001st visitor! Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115155190013928850?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115155190013928850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115155190013928850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/06/whos-10kth.html' title='Who&apos;s the 10kth?'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115139288050677602</id><published>2006-06-27T14:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T14:21:20.576+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not-so-Monday Blues</title><content type='html'>Oh hello there people of the blogosphere. I'm postless mindless. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, yesterday was MONDAY and as I know and prolly you don't, Mondays here in INDONESIA, movie tickets are 40-or-so% off regular price so that's when everyone watches movies. Cool huh? They sould implement that in the Philippines. In the mall we usually watch in, the movie costs RP35,000 (yes people Indonesian Rupiah is thousands LOL) which is about US$4 or about PHP200 but on Mondays it's reduced to RP22,500 which makes it only US$2.50 and about PHP130.. Did I do the math right? Well the hell with it, I suck at math LOL. Oh, and we watched &lt;b&gt;OVER THE HEDGE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just like to give a shout-out and thanks to my new BF* &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/karl_k2" target="new"&gt;Karl&lt;/a&gt; for treating the one and only me. I didn't know you weren't gonna let me pay you. :D Thanks! We were looking for an anniversery gift for Karl's girlfriend as well, so I was his gift consultant. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;(NOTE: BF = Best Friend [LOL])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/0IMGP2079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/0IMGP2079.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obligatory widescreen-shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/0IMGP2082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/0IMGP2082.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/0IMGP2090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/0IMGP2090.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends (me w/ Karl) - Noemz &lt;b&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt; Karl Gian &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/0IMGP2092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/0IMGP2092.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met one of my good friends or you can say sorority-sister-type friend during High School, Vindy, who was also Josh's ex (refer to JUNE 20 and 21 posts) and gawd I missed her soo much already. We had so much fun during HS and I just found out that she's already leaving for Singapore today for University. Gonna miss you Vinds, now I know who to contact when I'm in Singapore. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115139288050677602?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115139288050677602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115139288050677602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-so-monday-blues.html' title='Not-so-Monday Blues'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115126472212817791</id><published>2006-06-26T02:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T02:48:56.806+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extempore ala Juice</title><content type='html'>An excerpt from Victoria Routledge's ...And for Starters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;'So?' Jim leaned forward, aware that me he might be getting the first line on some gossip. 'When are you going to do it? Get married?'&lt;br /&gt;Angus brushed his hair back nervously, dwelling, Jim noticed, on his thinning temples. 'If the business works out OK. If I can get the house sorted out. If my parents can stop rowing enough to actually meet her. If I can get her weaned off Led Zepellin before she has to pick music for the wedding. If she'll have me,' he added, almost as an afterthought.&lt;br /&gt;'That is a lot of ifs.'&lt;br /&gt;'Marriage, my friend, is a very iffy thing.'&lt;br /&gt;'Ah but I don't want marriage. I just want some hot sex.'&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some men are &lt;b&gt;JUST&lt;/b&gt; boys. It's always the guys who think of sex more than the girls. It seems that when SEX is an open subject between our species of girls, gals and women, it becomes quite taboo. Well FYI girls, TALK ABOUT SEX ALL YOU WANT. It's time for us to get some real education here. That's the only way we'll learn. We are the ones who get impregnated, not the men. It just weirds me out when me and a couple of friends start the subject of sex and some eyebrows just start raising as high as the Eiffel Tower. Gosh. Get over it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post really has nothing to do with the blockquote above doesn't it? LOL. Because when I read that in the book, it made me think that guys are soo open to talk about sexcapades, fooling around here, there and everywhere but when it actually comes to serious heartfelt feelings and relationships, they get all tongue-tied with each other. I don't know, maybe it's the male ego. "We guys don't talk about that, what are girl-friends for?" they say. While we girls tend to have girly sessions talking about guys and our feelings for them, digging that ever deep hole of trying to analyze how a man's brain works, crying our hearts out with constant imprinted questions in our mind like, "WHY IS HE LIKE THAT?" "HOW COULD HE DO THAT TO ME?" "AM I NOT ENOUGH FOR HIM?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess we're all just different. Women, men and the in-betweens.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what makes the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*This post is very extemporary. It popped out of nowhere and I just had to let my brain via my fingers make its way around the keyboard. So yeah, don't be weirded out or anything.*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115126472212817791?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115126472212817791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115126472212817791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/06/extempore-ala-juice.html' title='Extempore ala Juice'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115116115806296246</id><published>2006-06-24T21:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:45:04.123+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juice the Hermit &amp; World Cup Status</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's up with me nowadays, but ever since I got back from Camp with my friends last weekend, I haven't gone out with them eversince. I've totally covered myself in the walls of my realm. Sitting in front of the computer, re-watching movies, and making myself sleep with a novel I'm reading now (&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/r/victoria-routledge/-and-for-starters.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;i&gt;...And for starters by Victoria Routledge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). It's also kinda strange that I'm not really getting updates with what's happening. Okay I'm guilty. Actually I have but there's always the word "maybe" or "daw" that makes me kinda discouraged plus I haven't really been in touch with my cellphone either. I hardly answer calls and texts. What's wrong with me? Am I really enjoying the company of my self? Yes I know, no man's an island. But I'm actually enjoying being in my own island, though I know this is not for long. I'm gonna itch wanting to go out and have fun again. After all, what do they call me the party girl for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the number of texts I shared with my bestfriend a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;bezfwen&lt;/b&gt;: Wat hav u bin d0in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: N0thng.. Stay at home go 2 skul no news frm d outside world lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bezfwen&lt;/b&gt;: Oh haha i kn0, havent heard from u in a wyl. U g0in to church t0mz ryt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah i havent heard frm any0ne else as well. Nobody's bin telin me wats hapening nd stuf. D nxt thng i knw gian's askng me did u go? Nd im lyk wat wer wen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bezfwen&lt;/b&gt;: Oyah? I thot u knew.. Hehe. I tried to call u, sumtin wrong wid ur hp. It always sez nt active..weird. Anyway, nutin much happend.&lt;/blockquote&gt; So yeah, they've been going out without me. =( But it's okay coz it's my choice being at home anyway. I always have this "always-at-home" phase where I don't wanna go anywhere and just laze around all day even until the whole week. I'm like that. Then I go back again to being my outgoing nature. It's all a cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway right now there's a small sort of get together / small party at my house. Friends of parents drinking, karaoke and stuff. You know, the usual Filipino nature. It just came into my mind, why do "MOST" get-togethers involve liquor? What if there was no liquor around? I mean what would happen? Would it still be the same or will there be anything lacking? In our nature, we always need liquor for parties. I wonder where, how it started and why. I don't know, the question just suddenly popped into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORLD CUP STATUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/matchstandings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/matchstandings.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooohh, Portugal got in WOOT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Cheers everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115116115806296246?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115116115806296246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115116115806296246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/06/juice-hermit-world-cup-status.html' title='Juice the Hermit &amp; World Cup Status'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115104193972217978</id><published>2006-06-23T12:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T14:32:36.670+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maidless</title><content type='html'>My Indonesian maid aka helper is on her mid-year vacation so she went home to her beloved hometown. We still have one more, but she's my little sister's nanny so she can't cook as nice and can't clean as good as the other. I'm beginning to  freak out here. I mean look at this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/mess4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/mess4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/mess5.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/mess5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/mess2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/mess2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/mess3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/mess3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click images for larger version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know. You must be thinking, "So she needs a maid to clean her room? What a lazy ass!" But no people, I clean my room. I just need my MAID's nagging. She's the one who constantly tells me to clean my room, and that's when I get my move on. Without her voice ringing in my ears, I just don't have the energy to do so. Wanna see the best part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/mess1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/mess1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have all the OTHER CLOTHES gone? In the wash, because the nanny can't wash clothes and take care of my lil sis at the same time. This cupboard is in SHAMBLES, HODGEPODGE, MISHMASH! Totally chaotic. How embarrassing for me top put up the pics here. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, my posts have been UNBELIEVABLY long. And I wanna keep em short this time. I'm getting weirder and weirder as time passes. EEEEKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'd like to plug my latest craze, &lt;a href="http://www.paramore.net" target="new"&gt;Paramore&lt;/a&gt;, I've been listening to them nonstop for the past days. Check them out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115104193972217978?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115104193972217978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115104193972217978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/06/maidless.html' title='Maidless'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115086323095283565</id><published>2006-06-21T21:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T03:07:51.773+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Dear First Love... (Part II)</title><content type='html'>Remember Josh? I know how it feels. I'm not saying I'm still in love with you or have the least bit feelings for you, but what I'm saying is that, we &lt;b&gt;COULD&lt;/b&gt; have had something you know? Something really great. Even before the song &lt;i&gt;Til They Take My Heart Away&lt;/i&gt; became mainstream I sang it for you with my guitar, recorded it on a tape together with &lt;i&gt;Mandy Moore and Jonathan Foreman's Someday We'll Know&lt;/i&gt; and you said you kept on listening to it because I had the nicest voice. You told me you could just listen to it again and again while staring at the ceiling and thinking about us. Yes, I actually recall the things that you tell me, because I know they're real, you just never really work hard for it. All you want is the thrill of trying to get me, after that, it's all stale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;My line:&lt;/b&gt; So many questions, I need an answer. Two years later you're still on my mind..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our line:&lt;/b&gt; Someday we'll know, why I wasn't meant for you..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your line:&lt;/b&gt; If I could ask God just one question, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHY AREN'T YOU HERE WITH ME TONIGHT?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;It sounds corny now, but that's the way we used to be. When 9th Grade began, we grew even more further apart, just the occasional hi's and hello's, the rare calls and the 3 minute awkward chats. I guess we were getting mature. Mature in a sense that we knew it was never gonna work out anymore. &lt;b&gt;The third strike came, after all&lt;/b&gt;. But you know what? I still saw that look in your eyes, I always noticed it, even for just a second. Now I'm not gonna talk about your girls, because I have nothing to do with them, and you had nothing to do with my share of guys as well. 10th Grade was my last year, not much happened. Except you told me to make you a CD with the condition that the first song would be Incubus' I Miss You. Right then and there I felt, &lt;i&gt;shit Josh, it's still there, it's unavoidable&lt;/i&gt;. But we couldn't do anything about it anymore right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have a proper goodbye when I left, nothing (probably coz I had a serious relationship with someone else that time). Maybe that's why I'm still so hung up with our story, because we never had closure. We never talked about it. The what-coud-have-beens are still there. But I just wanna tell you that even though I have no more of those feelings, like they say, first love never dies (hahaha &lt;a href="http://antiflatulent.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Plue&lt;/a&gt;). There are still soooo many more memories I wanna recall, but it's gonna be as big as the buffalo that's between us right now. The gap is just too far that I don't think I can still reach you anymore. We totally lead different lives. And I guess that's all there is to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Justine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's the end of it. Sorry for making it soo long I really couldnt help it. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, I wanna credit and give a shoutout to &lt;a href="http://harshpoeticchaos.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Jigs&lt;/a&gt; for naming me a smiley in his blog. Thanks Jigs! Visit his site and comment okay? And don't forget to include this in his tagboard &lt;b&gt;:juiceee:&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115086323095283565?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115086323095283565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115086323095283565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/06/dear-dear-first-love-part-ii.html' title='Dear Dear First Love... (Part II)'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115076703986178229</id><published>2006-06-20T08:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T18:59:56.956+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear First Love...</title><content type='html'>How do I begin? It's been a year or so since we last had a conversation. We saw each other a month ago, but that was it. I even greeted you a day before your birthday, but that was it. I don't know why the hell I call you my first love. Everything we had was plain &lt;b&gt;WEIRD&lt;/b&gt;. 3rd Grade, you still gave me cooties (lol), I remember we had to write "I will not play with grasshoppers anymore" 100 times on a sheet of paper because you brought me grasshoppers and we would take out their wings and tease other students so that they'd be scared. You were just a playmate then, just a plain seatmate I had in class. 2 years later, at 5th Grade, when trying to be cool was all that mattered, I remembered you were the one who introduced me to Korn and Limp Bizkit. I then listened to the same type of music as you did. Again, we were seatmates, and would always talk about music, the likes and arguing whether who was cooler. Britney Spears or Fred Durst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like you then, you were just a friend. Until one day when we were all talking about crushes and I asked you who yours was. You froze, but tried to act cool and said, "Give me a piece of paper, I'll write it down" so I gave you a random paper with my name on it. 5 minutes later, when I opened the paper, it was still empty, except with my written name but then, I saw this teeny-weeny sized ARROW directing to it. Remember that? The memory is still fresh in my mind as if it was still yesterday. I'm not sure what happened after that but you became my boyfriend, my very first boyfriend at 5th Grade. Truth or Dares were so popular at that time. You took me to the girls toilet back in the gym to give me that 5-second kiss on the lips (my first kiss) and believe it or not, &lt;b&gt;that was only how far we went&lt;/b&gt;. Months later, when you just came from a 2 week vacation you came up to me and ask me, "So, are you still my girlfriend?" "Umm, no" I said. I don't know what came into my mind that time, but what I know, that answer changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't talk anymore, our relationships would just be on and off, I suddenly missed our jokes and laughs and the way you would always tease me in class. 6th Grade finally the teases came back, we danced in front of the whole school and I would still chase you all over the corridor for teasing me and that would last for hours. This is getting long, because EACH DAMN year we had a story. These memories never faded away. 7th Grade I remembered we went to Tania's farewell party in her house and while everyone was playing Spin the Bottle, we just spent the time talking and lying down in her bed. 7th Grade was also the time we had that 5 hour talk on the phone and you confessed that deep inside you still had feelings for me. You became my boyfriend again for the 2nd time but then, &lt;b&gt;16 hours later&lt;/b&gt; (yes I remembered how many hours, JOSH) you sent me a text saying you met this girl at the mall (WTF JOSH?!?!). I was devastated of course, I spent 30 minutes crying in the shower for a 16-houred stupid relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't talk anymore after that, 8 months of silence and walking around corridors as if we didn't know each other. You had a new girlfriend then months later, I had mine. We lived our own lives until we became close again one day in 8th Grade when you would play guitar and I would sing along. I had a boyfriend that time, and you called me again to tell me you still had that same feelings for me the same way you did back in 5th Grade. I believed you, because I did to. I remember breaking up with my boyfriend of 6 months at that time and a week later, we were together again. I remember that was soo sweet coz our of nowhere you dropped by my best friend's house where I was at and you asked me out of the blue. I was even so surprised when your my name on your phone was already "HUNNYBUNNY" without me even knowing it. Our 3rd relationship. &lt;b&gt;SIX DAYS LATER&lt;/b&gt;, I broke it off with you because I thought it wasn't working out. Why does our relationship always go haywire once we have a status? I always thought about that. We didn't talk for a month after that then one day when Tubz and Ir were planning to stop by the beach after school you went with us  (surprisingly) and that's when I had my first REAL memory with you. Walking around the beach looking stupid in our uniforms, eating McDonald's and not having a care in the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is us Josh, remember? Taken in your classroom where we would always hang out, listen to music, play cards during recess and hours after classes finished?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/jj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/jj.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that this letter was getting too long so thanks to &lt;a href="http://thesleepinggiant.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Jhed&lt;/a&gt;, there's gonna be another part of it, probably a shorter version of this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115076703986178229?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115076703986178229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115076703986178229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/06/dear-first-love.html' title='Dear First Love...'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115064340186706199</id><published>2006-06-18T22:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T19:30:25.046+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back! Again. (I edited the VID!)</title><content type='html'>Uh huh this my shit all you girls stomp your feet like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back! &lt;img src="http://justusboys.com/forum/jubimages/smilies/woot.gif" /&gt; So glad to blog again. Thanks for tagging and commenting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had soo much fun during the weekend (just got home about 2 hours ago). I'll post pictures later coz there are just too much but I have something other than a picture though. Just scroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what do we have here? A tag from 2 of my blogger friends, &lt;a href="http://thesleepinggiant.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Jhed&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://henerosobistokya.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Heneroso&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Instructions: Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add your blog to the bottom slot, like so.&lt;/blockquote&gt;1. Superblessed&lt;br /&gt;2. In My Pocket&lt;br /&gt;3. Surreptitious Travels to the Moon and Back&lt;br /&gt;4. Randomisity&lt;br /&gt;5. Juice &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged:&lt;br /&gt;Ron&lt;br /&gt;Ray&lt;br /&gt;Rex&lt;br /&gt;Racky&lt;br /&gt;Robby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(all R's haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the questions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What were you doing 10 years ago?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, ten years ago? Playing patintero with my friends and seeing my mom leave Cebu to work here in Indonesia. I would be following her the year after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What were you doing 1 year ago?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this. Back in Cebu again, I remember the first day of classes I went discoing with my cousins and friends and didn't get back home till 4am while my class later that day was at 7:30 and it was my first day being a college freshman. Phew. So tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five snacks you enjoy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreo, Lays, Pringles Barbecue Flavor, Korean Waffled Ice Cream, Nagaraya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five songs to which you know all the lyrics:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar, We're Going Down by Fall Out Boy (hahah Jhed)&lt;br /&gt;More than Words by Extreme&lt;br /&gt;Me Against the Music by Britney Spears and Madonna&lt;br /&gt;In The End by Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;Without Me by Eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donate some to various charities (model citizen naks haha)&lt;br /&gt;Buy my family gifts&lt;br /&gt;Take my family to travel&lt;br /&gt;SHOE SHOPPING!!&lt;br /&gt;Invest in a cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five bad habits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biting my lip&lt;br /&gt;Dependent&lt;br /&gt;Jiggling my foot&lt;br /&gt;Selfish at times&lt;br /&gt;PROCRASTINATION!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five things you like doing:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing&lt;br /&gt;Dancing&lt;br /&gt;Playing guitar&lt;br /&gt;Blogging&lt;br /&gt;Talking (hahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five things you would never wear again:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bell Bottoms or Elephant Pants (?!?)&lt;br /&gt;Chunky Shoes ala Spice Girls&lt;br /&gt;Knee-high socks&lt;br /&gt;Dirty underwear (obviousleee)&lt;br /&gt;*BLOCK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five favorite toys:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPod Nano (i want you soon)&lt;br /&gt;My Pentax Optio S55 5.0mp Digicam&lt;br /&gt;Stuffed Toys&lt;br /&gt;Roller Blades (i miss it!)&lt;br /&gt;Computer/Laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just wanna wish a Happy Father's Day to all yah Dads! Happy Father's Day to my Papi. Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said earlier there aren't gonna be pictures but here's this video I just edite d a while ago. This was done before our trip and on the way. My friends and I tend to get a tad bit crazy when exposed to cameras and videos, and this one's definitely a good example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;For those who have seen the vid, you can check it out again, coz I added one more clip to it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;/edit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution:&lt;/span&gt; Don't put your volumes too high. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :D as for me, I need some rest. I am soooo freaking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kbz-QES9FbI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kbz-QES9FbI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/8883533-115064340186706199?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115064340186706199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115064340186706199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-back-again-i-edited-vid.html' title='I&apos;m back! Again. (I edited the VID!)'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115034327480610991</id><published>2006-06-15T10:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T23:12:19.600+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Effed Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Because of something stupid which happened (I DONT KNOW WHAT), my blog got all fucked. I won't be able to fix it today but hopefully I'll do it asap. I might have lost all my links so once I figure this shit out, please leave comments so that I won't miss you out in my links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows how pissed I am. Thank you for your patience (in which I'm really running out of right now) and understanding (which I totally don't understand what that means). TTFN.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/update 11:04 PM&lt;br /&gt;Finally. No procrastination on this one. Thanks for commenting guys, I really appreciated it. Well as you can see I made my sidebar a lot more simpler and did a little bit of renovation. My blog is up again. TC ALL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115034327480610991?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115034327480610991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115034327480610991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/06/effed-up.html' title='Effed Up'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115028953467818618</id><published>2006-06-14T19:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T10:05:26.443+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Ugghh I'm sick! It just sucks down to the core. I'm having the flu, my frequent visitor the tonsilitis and my ears are blocked. The other night I was chatting with &lt;a href="http://thesleepinggiant.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Jhed&lt;/a&gt; and suddenly my eardrums just lost its control and vibrated. Fuck, I was soo freaked out I thought I was gonna die. I hate being sick. Why am I sick anyway? It's not like I've been active with life. I mean I stay at home pretty much all the time in front of the computer. Besides that I just go to class every Tuesday and Thursday and the occasional hang outs with my friends. Ugghh seriously. I haven't smoked a &lt;b&gt;BUTT&lt;/b&gt; of cigarette since Saturday and the weather in Jakarta is perfectly fine. Probably some virus my sister has or something. This started 2 nights ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the hell with getting sick, I wanna talk about my passion. Something I've been neglecting for a while in the blogging world coz of the LOVE (yearight), FOOTBALL and what-not rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got 2 new albums. One I bought the other night which was &lt;b&gt;Ministry of Sound Annual 2006&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Matisyahu's Youth&lt;/b&gt; which my best friend bought for me when she was in Manila (thanks bez!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/CDs.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/400/CDs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that Ministry of Sound was pretty much a smart buy for me. I needed to get out of my comfort zone and buy a new flavor of albums. I was never really into compilation albums but I considered this one. And I never had a DANCE album before, it's usually all the albums of Eminem, Coldplay, Dashboard Confessional some emo stuff and RHCP. It's a good listen and it's a little bit nonstop with really high-class dance tunes. It's not necessarily danceable, it also gives the CHILL vibe. I love this album. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matisyahu is a different style of reggae, I thank my best friend for buying it for me. King Without a Crown is definitely my survival song anywhere. The album sticks to reggae but he mixes different flavors into it, like acoustic and very listen-worthy beats. :) The term &lt;b&gt;Zeemaamaayoyo&lt;/b&gt; is very distinct in most of his songs. Some might find it irritating, but I find it fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know the worst example of REGGAE?? Paris Hilton's new song Stars Are Blind. WTF is that? I can't stand it. Perfect example of BAD MUSIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;...it might be a softcore porn video with really bad music playing in the background, I can't really tell. but if it is her music video, then let me just say that until now, I didn't know that Paris Hilton singing reggae would be synonymous with Paris Hilton sound like a dying cat. - &lt;a href="http://jordanisyourhomeboy.com" target="_blank"&gt;JordanIsYourHomeboy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;LOL. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, another segment of music. Don't worry it's not a tag. Gosh I hope tags become &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ancient&lt;/span&gt;. Haha but if you wanna copy paste this, no problemo. Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The best song to listen to...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;...when you're in love:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugababes - Too Lost in You&lt;br /&gt;Incubus - I Miss You&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey ft Joe &amp;amp; 98 Degrees - Thank God I Found You&lt;br /&gt;Craig David - Unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;Amel Larrieux - Make Me Whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;...when you're stressed:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah McLachlan - Fallen&lt;br /&gt;All Saints - Pure Shores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;...when you're brokenhearted:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril Lavigne - Fall to Pieces&lt;br /&gt;Boxcar Racer - There Is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;...when you feel so alone in this world:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JLo feat 50 Cent - I'm Gonna Be Alright&lt;br /&gt;Kanye West feat. Syleen Johnson - All Falls Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;...when you're getting ready:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milky - Be My World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;...when you just broke up with someone:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wickermoss - Falling Leaves&lt;br /&gt;Urbandub - No Ordinary Love&lt;br /&gt;Foo Fighters - Walking After You&lt;br /&gt;John Legend - Ordinary People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;...when you're happy:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie Bailey - Ever After&lt;br /&gt;Matisyahu - King Without A Crown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;...when you're angry:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Used - All That I've Got&lt;br /&gt;Faspitch - A Day Before Pisces&lt;br /&gt;10 Years - Wasteland&lt;br /&gt;Kittie - Brackish&lt;br /&gt;The Strokes - Reptilia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;...when you're studying:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put ur playlist on SHUFFLE and don't make the volume loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;...when you're driving:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stereophonics - Maybe Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Baby Ranks feat Notch - Verme&lt;br /&gt;Pharrell Williams - Angel&lt;br /&gt;Fiona Apple - Fast As You Can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;...when you're emoting:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero 7 - Destiny&lt;br /&gt;Frou Frou - Let Go&lt;br /&gt;LFO - Girl On TV (very embarrassing but I gotta put this!! hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;...when you just wanna dance:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Paul - Temperature&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl Lynn - Got To Be Real&lt;br /&gt;Earth Wind and Fire - September&lt;br /&gt;Jamiroquai - Just Dance (hahaha very appropriate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;...when you just wanna relax:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les Nubians - Makeda&lt;br /&gt;Kaskade - It's You, It's Me&lt;br /&gt;Incubus - Southern Girl&lt;br /&gt;Corrine Bailey Rae - Put Your Records On&lt;br /&gt;DB Boulevard - Point of View (thanks bulitas! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;...when you're having a phone conversation:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India Arie - Can I Walk With You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;...when you just wanna cry:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dashboard Confessional - A Plain Morning&lt;br /&gt;REM - Everybody Hurts&lt;br /&gt;Keith Urban - Tonight I Wanna Cry (thanks Ray :))&lt;br /&gt;Staind - Outside&lt;br /&gt;Usher - Can You Help Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;...when you just wanna sing along loudly:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aerosmith - Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Liz Phair - Why Can't I&lt;br /&gt;Foo Fighters - The Best Of You&lt;br /&gt;The Veronicas - 4ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's my playlist. OH GOD my posts are getting longer and longer plus full of shit. I hope not. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115028953467818618?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115028953467818618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115028953467818618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/06/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115013344733893353</id><published>2006-06-13T01:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T01:38:29.030+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Tag</title><content type='html'>What's with tagging nowadays? It has become a big part in the blogging world, we wouldn't wanna let anyone down do we if we don't follow the respective tag? It's all a cycle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First tag from &lt;a href="http://killkabuts.skyisgrey.com" target="_blank"&gt;Mariz&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;Name ten(10) of life's simple pleasures that you like the most, then pick ten(10) people to do the same. Try to be original and creative and not to use things that someone else has already used.&lt;/blockquote&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Eating with bare hands&lt;/b&gt; - I can't explain but it feels good. You don't have to prove to anyone what kind of person you are and it's Filipino nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Dancing around in my room&lt;/b&gt; - I do this alot. When I'm bored, or simply just wanna release my stress or anger, dancing is the way to go. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Feeling kilig&lt;/b&gt; - Doesn't this just feel nice? Whether watching romantic comedies, cheesy movies, or lovers around you, it gives out the notion that love is still the strongest feeling in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Walking barefoot in the sand&lt;/b&gt; - When I do this, I just feel so light, like nothing is gonna harm me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Singing along loudly to cheesy songs by boybands and pop artists&lt;/b&gt; - No elaboration. It speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;Karaoke&lt;/b&gt; - Ditto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Having a good conversation over dinner at the dining table with your parents&lt;/b&gt; - this is LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;Tempura, fishballs and buko juice by the street&lt;/b&gt; - Oh how I miss this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;Laughing for no reason&lt;/b&gt; - My bestfriend Noemz and I do this alot. She just starts laughing, or I do then it goes on and on for about 15 minutes nonstop. At the end we have no idea what we were laughing about, it sure feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;Falling in love&lt;/b&gt; - What more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAGGED:&lt;br /&gt;Beans, Irvin, Janis, Memesh, Heneroso, Diane, Gillian, Mikmik, Mark (shawboy), and of course the best for last, JHED. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, from &lt;a href="http://utakgago.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Kevin&lt;/a&gt; (payback time huh? haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The first player of this game starts with the "6 weird things/habits about yourself" and people who get tagged need to write a blog of their 6 weird habits/things, as well as state this rule clearly.. in the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;/blockquote&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;I read a magazine the other way around, meaning, I start with the last page first&lt;/b&gt; - I know it's weird, but I do that most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;I'm an onion&lt;/b&gt; - Hahaha, I use that term for myself because I CRY &lt;b&gt;REALLY&lt;/b&gt; easily. If I'm too happy, I cry. When I'm mad, I cry. Oh especially when I watch movies, whatever kind of movie I just cry. Yeah I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;I've used the same set of spoon and fork since I was 9 years old&lt;/b&gt; - Ahh, haha. This pair was bought back when I was in 3rd Grade by my mom. It's Ruby Red and the metallic foil around the handles are peeling off but I've used this set for NINE whole years already and it's still in good condition. When I eat at home, I always have to use this pair of spoon and fork or else I won't eat. Only when I'm at home okay, I don't go around restaurants bringing this embarrassing ensemble. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;I have a JIGGLY foot&lt;/b&gt; - My left foot jiggles alot. I know this is a male-trait, but I always do this. My friends and barkadas get really pissed when I start doing it, they always say, "There goes Juz and her jiggly foot again" while slapping my leg. It's something I can never avoid doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;I collect prepaid reload cards/top-ups from around the world&lt;/b&gt; - After you reload your cellphones and you're using a card, don't throw them. Give them to me. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;I like to eat food directly from the serving plate together with rice&lt;/b&gt; - I didn't know this until my bestfriend told me a while ago. It's not very good manners I know, but apparently I do it (thanks for telling me Noemz, haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAGGED:&lt;br /&gt;Derf, Lexy, Francis, Janpol, Princess, Karla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are sooo tagged. :D EKS DEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoutout to my chikah-little-sistah Bianca for that wonderful dinner tonight. Belated Happy 15th Birthday gurlaloo, lots of hugs and kisses from me, ur Ate or not and ex Momy. Haha. Mwaahh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115013344733893353?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115013344733893353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115013344733893353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/06/double-tag.html' title='Double Tag'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-115001611863957253</id><published>2006-06-11T15:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T05:24:02.243+07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIFA WORLD CUP</title><content type='html'>It's that time of the year again after 4 years of the loong wait. Tears, fears, bets, jets, screams, victory dances, heart attacks, cuss words. Oh yes, it's the &lt;b&gt;WORLD CUP&lt;/b&gt; baby.&lt;br /&gt;I've been a fan of football even before David and Victoria Beckham knew each other haha. 1998, France and their very bloody victory. 2002 Korea/Japan which did me proud since Asia hosted this one, Brazil wins their 5th record beating Germany, which now hosts the 2006 FIFA WORLD CUP. I don't know why, but football just gives that certain excitement. The rush when watching these players kicking soccer balls and wondering whoever's gonna score a goal is just amazing. Sometimes, it can be boring, but mostly the rush is just there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 32 teams from across the world participating in this years cup and 8 groups which have 4 countries under each. My best bets are the ones in bold. My favorite teams are the ones starred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROUP A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Germany&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ecuador&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Costa Rica&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;GROUP B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;England&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweden&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trinidad and Tobago&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paraguay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;GROUP C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Argentina&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Netherlands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serbia and Montenegro&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ivory Coast (Cote d'Ivoire)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;GROUP D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mexico&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iran&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Angora&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Portugal&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;GROUP E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Italy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ghana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;USA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Czech Republic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;GROUP F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brazil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Croatia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Australia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;GROUP G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;France&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Switzerland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Korea*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Togo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;GROUP H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ukraine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tunisia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saudi Arabia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ahh yes, I've been an England fan eversince. Well the asterixed teams are the ones I'm rooting for. As for Germany, Brazil and France, their status is unquestionably good already and they're automatically on anyone's list. But I wouldn't bet on France to win, it's either gonna be a very very intense final match between Germany and Brazil. I have a feeling, and I'm scared. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now it's time for my favorite player. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo, winger number 17 of Portugal and number 7 in Manchester United&lt;/span&gt; (he took Beckham's number after he left for Real Madrid). I started liking him after watching his performance in 2004's Euro in Portugal. He's just amazing, the way he plays, his tactics, this guy certainly has skills. And not to mention, he's hot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/201200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/201200.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/3447091329.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/3447091329.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At yesterday's standing he was currently the 2nd placer for Gilette's Best Young Player Award for this year's World Cup. First placer was Lionel Messi of Argentina (team: Barcelona) who's just nineteen-fucking-years old and apparently a really good player. Third placer was Wayne Rooney of England (team: Manchester United). This was yesterday's stats, who knows, the stats could have changed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, this post is quite long for a girl who likes football. But last details, here are the standings. Credits to &lt;a href="http://thenextradiostar.multiply.com" target="_blank"&gt;Nicko&lt;/a&gt; for these and of course the &lt;a href="http://www.fifaworldcup.com" target="_blank"&gt;Official Site for the 2006 Fifa World Cup Germany&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;GROUP A&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GERMANY 4&lt;/b&gt; - CROATIA 2&lt;br /&gt;Philipp Lahm (Germany) (6')&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Wanchope (Croatia) (12')&lt;br /&gt;Miroslav Klose (Germany) (17')&lt;br /&gt;Miroslav Klose (Germany) (61')&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Wanchope (Croatia) (73')&lt;br /&gt;Torsten Frings (Germany) (87')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POLAND 0 - &lt;b&gt;ECUADOR 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Tenorio (Ecuador) (24')&lt;br /&gt;Agustin Delgado (Ecuador) (80')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;GROUP B&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ENGLAND 1&lt;/b&gt; - PARAGUAY 0&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Gamarra (Paraguay) (3' Own Goal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TINIDAD AND TOBAGO 0 - SWEDEN - 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;GROUP C&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARGENTINA 2&lt;/b&gt; - IVORY COAST 1&lt;br /&gt;Hernan Crespo (Argentina) (24')&lt;br /&gt;Javier Saviola (Argentina) (38')&lt;br /&gt;Didier Drougba (Ivory Coast) (82')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portugal's match tonight versus Angola!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you didn't get sick of my World Cup rants. I'm lovin' it. &lt;img src="http://justusboys.com/forum/jubimages/smilies/woot.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/UPDATE at 5:05 am june 12 '05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Group D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angola 0 - &lt;b&gt;Portugal 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauleta (Portugal) (9')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/1704675706.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/1704675706.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT! GO Portugal :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-115001611863957253?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115001611863957253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/115001611863957253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/06/fifa-world-cup.html' title='FIFA WORLD CUP'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-114991117519380633</id><published>2006-06-10T10:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T10:50:47.280+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Music: The Verve - Bittersweet Symphony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being away for two days, it kinda feels weird to be in my blog again. It's not that I blog everyday, but the fact that I'm always updated on my visitors, taggers and commenters that when I finally come around to blog or visit my blog, the overwhelming set of visitors just well, overwhelms me. Thanks to all of you who keep notice and track of my simple blog that just kind of tells the story of my life here in Indonesia. I didn't know that blogging would become such a big part of my life. I've been blogging since 7th grade and was part of the Blogger family almost 2 years ago. It's been all good, but I feel that this year is the peak of my blogger life :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the past 2 days have been real tiring for me. Wednesday night my best friend Noemi slept over and Thursday night I slept over. Friday went out with the boys and hanged out at my friend's apartment. I watched Xmen and walked out after Professor dies coz I was so pissed talaga and I heard they didn't show that scene after the credits so what's the point right? So much happened the past two days and I don't think I can blog it all so I'll just say it with pictures. I'm not one to care so much about my looks when I'm just hanging out with friends so pardon these pictures because I'm not perfectly groomed and having just the "come what may" look. Hehe. For all of them, just &lt;a href="http://juicyme.multiply.com/photos/album/32" target="_blank"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP1556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP1556.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP1561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP1561.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP1560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP1560.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my caramel frapp - at starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP1626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP1626.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP1634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP1634.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP1631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP1631.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between france and chino - me norv chino - me chino (refer to may30-31 posts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP1637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP1637.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP1642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP1642.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP1653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP1653.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starbucks freak (it's TEA ok) - at ant's apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-114991117519380633?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114991117519380633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114991117519380633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-114955566039354562</id><published>2006-06-06T07:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T09:16:19.773+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busted. Happy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>I need to quit smoking. &lt;b&gt;AT HOME&lt;/b&gt;. Yes friends, I'm a backstreet smoker. Means I smoke without my parents knowledge. And worst of all, their consent (why am I even gonna talk about consent here? You think they would allow me to smoke in their right minds?!?!). Back to the story, a while ago I was sleeping in my room with eye covers and suddenly my mom comes in the room with all her birthday glory and straight out from the bathroom after a bath, pulls out my eye covers and says, &lt;b&gt;"Have you been smoking?!?"&lt;/b&gt; she asks in a suspicious tone. &lt;i&gt;SHIT&lt;/i&gt;, I thought. She goes around the room and sniffs it. "You've been smoking right?! You're room smells like cigarettes! Come here, go outside and go inside your room again, it smells." "No, I haven't" I say, wide awake by this time. Then I get an idea. "It's those inscents!" while pointing to the toppest of my book rack where I keep my unfinished and uncleaned inscent ash leftovers (Lame-o, says CHINO [him] LOL). My mom goes near them and smells them, then goes out of the room. By that time I'm quickly taking the Marlboro Lights Menthol and lighters from my bag (see June 4 post), moving my queen-sized bed and stuffing the pack between the headboard and the bed. My heart was beating oh so hard that it was almost coming out from my body. I knew she was gonna tell my dad. Oh boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3 minutes later, you know who comes in. My dad. Examining the room and sniffing it, asks me coolly, "Do you smoke?" I look into his eyes ever so convincingly and says, "No." &lt;i&gt;It's killing me, lying like this. I'm not one to lie to my parents.&lt;/i&gt; "Are you sure?" he asks, I say yes I'm sure and point to the inscents again. He goes over where the inscents are and smells it. He comes back to me and kisses my hair (to check for the smoke) and kisses my cheeks. I know he wasn't convinced yet, but he let it go. I know for a fact that the reason why my room stunk wasn't coz I had been smoking (well yeah it is, but you get the drift). I had some leftover butts of cigarettes which I hadn't thrown the night before and together with the ones I smoked earlier, I put them together in a plastic bag and rolled them into a ball, threw them in my trash can and hoped for the best. My trash can is beside the door so when you come in, DADADADADAADAMMMM!! The smell welcomes your ever hungry nostrils. Gawd how could I be soo shhtoopid?! Anyway it has passed, let it be. But what sucks is that I had to lie to my parents and I &lt;b&gt;rarely&lt;/b&gt; lie to them. My parents and I are very open to each other and and I'm very close to them. It just sucks having to lie that's all. But what was I supposed to do? Say, "Yeah I smoke, you cool with it?" Oh my Gosh the thought of that just gives me the heebie jeebies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I'd like to greet my MOTHER DEAR a HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (I know, the first words my mom said to me on her 45th birthday is, "Have you been smoking?!?" Tsk tsk). She was born 45 years ago on this freaky date in which I don't find freaky at all, because of course, it's my mother's birthday. After my dad went out, I went out of the room and kissed my mom a Happy Birthday, just like the model daughter that I am *chokes*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/meandmom.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/400/meandmom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mother and I during my 18th birthday.&lt;/p&gt;No seriously, I love my MOM like HEAVEN. She's the reason I breathe (literally), and the one which keeps me living. When I was studying college in Cebu alone and away from her, it was just different. I'm really close with my mom and we're just like best friends and sisters. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you MAMIII &lt;33, Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoopee, this post is loooong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-114955566039354562?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114955566039354562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114955566039354562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/06/busted-happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Busted. Happy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-114942167187692917</id><published>2006-06-04T18:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T08:19:24.800+07:00</updated><title type='text'>InsideMyBag</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;It's time to get personal.&lt;/b&gt; Not that personal, but pretty personal. LOL. Since I'm having a blogger block and you probably wouldn't be interested in my daily life coz I have none, let's just post some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a big fan of &lt;a href="http://www.bryanboy.com" target="_blank"&gt;Bryanboy&lt;/a&gt; eversince God knows when. When he launched his &lt;a href="http://insidemybag.com" target="_blank"&gt;InsideMyBag&lt;/a&gt; site last November 2005, I got all excited. But since I was too lazy to take a picture of my bag and it's contents, I didn't and just enjoyed looking through the amazing bags and what they had to offer inside. Then about 7 months later, which is &lt;b&gt;NOW&lt;/b&gt; I got the idea of taking a picture of my bag and its substance. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;I would really want to invite everyone to send in pictures of what's inside their bags and give descriptions. Since Bryanboy gets a MILLION entries and can hardly fit pics in his bagblog, I'll do it in my own way. But I'm gonna give the hugest amount of credit to him for the inspiration. If I get lots of feedback, then I would probably start up a blog just for it. So send in your e-mails to &lt;/i&gt;justine72@gmail.com &lt;i&gt;now!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP1388copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/400/IMGP1388copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There you go! That's my boring bag and its boring contents. Eks dee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bag is from Billabong,&lt;br /&gt;-wallet from Roxy,&lt;br /&gt;-the must-have Clean and Clear Oil Film,&lt;br /&gt;-two cellphones: Indonesian sim card and the other one Smart Roaming from Philippines,&lt;br /&gt;-my most favorite thing in the world, my fake Ray-Ban aviators which I got for an amazing price of PHP80 (can you believe that?? less than 2 fucking dollars! woot!),&lt;br /&gt;-2 lighters (I don't know why 2),&lt;br /&gt;-2 pens: one from my school which has a plate of their name Cambridge and the other one Pilot &lt;b&gt;Hi&lt;/b&gt;-Tech 0.3 (yes people of the Philippines, here in Indonesia, G-Tech is &lt;b&gt;HI-TECH&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;-Marlboro Lights Menthol,&lt;br /&gt;-comb, mirror,&lt;br /&gt;-The Body Shop Rose Spritz, The Body Shop Born Lippy in Raspberry, TheFaceShop lipgloss (I don't wear make-up, but I have a thing for lipgloss), VOV eyeliner, Nivea Cream, loose powder, &lt;br /&gt;-gum wrappers, a Starbucks cherry lollipop wrapper&lt;br /&gt;-and a black hair-tie which I never gave back to my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. &lt;b&gt;YES, it's a GIRL's BAG.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all folks, a sneak peek of my bag. &lt;s&gt;Hope to get e-mails from you guys. Spread the word too if you can. I'll be posting stuff if I get stuff.&lt;/s&gt; Layterrrz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/edit&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*striked phrases: I just thought about it, and I can't commit to those kinda stuff. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-114942167187692917?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114942167187692917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114942167187692917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/06/insidemybag.html' title='InsideMyBag'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-114917774479255869</id><published>2006-06-01T22:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T08:22:26.743+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellen's Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/ellenA.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/ellenA.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just wanna give a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG FAT CONGRATULATIONS&lt;/span&gt; to my dear friend Ms. Ellen Adarna for once again making it to the June issue of Candymag. Miss you Len. Miss those hangouts at Angelica's after class, the crazy vain pictures we take, chika sessions which you ALWAYS bring up during class times, walking around the mall and making fun of people constantly staring at you, Ayala after school, getting in trouble for always gossiping in class, putting BIG smiley faces in our tests if we can't answer it, dancing to Milky's Be My World and singing NA NA NA constantly plus hitches in your Honda Jazz. Beeeyyooottchh wanna come back na to good 'ol Cebu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/ellencollage.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/ellencollage.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These pictures were sooo last year. I don't even look like that anymore, I wanna take newer pics with you len. Just wanna wish her lucky luck in her career. Hope everything runs smoothly! I'll always be here even though we're miles apart. Mwahhness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to grab a copy of this mag!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Afewnm5obSE"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Afewnm5obSE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sneak peek!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-114917774479255869?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114917774479255869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114917774479255869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/06/ellens-candy.html' title='Ellen&apos;s Candy'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-114906983072374632</id><published>2006-05-31T16:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T08:24:29.820+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyricology</title><content type='html'>These songs are driving me crazy right now. Let's play &lt;b&gt;lyricology&lt;/b&gt; but still also keeping the subject to "him".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Imogen Heap - Goodnight and Go&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why d'ya have to be so cute?&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible to ignore you&lt;br /&gt;Must you make me laugh so much&lt;br /&gt;It's bad enough we get along so well&lt;br /&gt;Say goodnight and go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say goodnight and go,&lt;br /&gt;why's it always always&lt;br /&gt;goodnight and go&lt;br /&gt;Darling not again&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;blogger's comment: Well, if we're not seeing each other, we're always online in MSN around midnight and whenever he says goodnight coz he wants to sleep (he has school while I don't), I kinda get sad. Whenever we hang out, he's always making me laugh, and yes, we get along really well. But it's just till there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Liz Phair - Why Can't I?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go, we're at the beginning&lt;br /&gt;We haven't fucked yet, but my heads spinning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you&lt;br /&gt;It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it&lt;br /&gt;So tell me&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High enough for you to make me wonder&lt;br /&gt;Where it's goin'&lt;br /&gt;High enough for you to pull me under&lt;br /&gt;Somethin's growin'&lt;br /&gt;out of this that we can control&lt;br /&gt;Baby I am dyin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;comment: 'nuff said&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Frou Frou - It's Good To Be In Love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so powerless&lt;br /&gt;I've got to stop it somehow&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;Why's it happening&lt;br /&gt;How's it happening without me&lt;br /&gt;Why's it happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;comment: well, well, well, Justine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Frou Frou - Breathe In&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm high enough from all the waiting&lt;br /&gt;To ride a wave on your inhaling&lt;br /&gt;And i'm high enough from all the waiting&lt;br /&gt;To ride a wave on your inhaling&lt;br /&gt;Cause i love you no?&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but love you, no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;comment: seems like I'm getting the Imogen Heap fever here.&lt;br /&gt;note: the singer of Frou Frou is Imogen Heap&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's WOOT!! time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://justusboys.com/forum/jubimages/smilies/woot.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Let's do the WOOT everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come join &lt;a href="http://andwalkaway.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Rob&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://juiceee.blogspot.com"&gt;YOURS TRULY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-114906983072374632?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114906983072374632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114906983072374632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/05/lyricology.html' title='Lyricology'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-114893272894066820</id><published>2006-05-30T02:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T08:29:38.340+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Over It, Justine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/tooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/400/tooo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not saying my hearts' been broken. I just don't wanna continue feeling being in denial anymore. I was MSN-ing w/ him a while ago. And it just hit me.  &lt;i&gt;Justine, it's not gonna work. GET OVER IT.&lt;/i&gt; Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this feeling. I don't like this feeling at all. I feel it and it's growing. I don't want it to grow. I know you guys are reading this right now and thinking, "Man, go for it." But I can't it's too hard. And even though I'm saying this right now, these qualms are really giving me a hard time. I'm in super denial. I'm always saying, I don't want, I'm sick of it, but at the end of the day who's on my mind? GO FIGURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; i wanna have a relaxed relationship now. even so, not a relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; someone i can care for. haha i miss caring for someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; wernt u lookn for a [serious/real] relationship b4? now u aint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; it's not really the issue of REAL or not..i was thinking about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; as long as you're just there for each other it doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; yeah, but u gta be ther for the other person the same way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; gets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; u mean balanced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; yeah. u cnt be givin more or takin more. bsta, for both parties, its gta be on the same level to realy have that ideal relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; exactly. ur right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; but if i keep on looking for that then i can never find it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; wel u dnt look for it, itl come naturaly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; i dint know i was lookn for love til it came to me, love found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; if u try to hard, then ur jus gna gve urself a hard time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; when i have it, i tend to look for more. and i don't wanna be lilke that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; i just wanna receive what's being given to me and be satisfied with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; ur hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; brat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; yeah. i dont wanna be that complicated girl anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; yupz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; fuck it lah. hahaha i'm sick already hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; chillax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please decipher the message from above. I know I'm NOT making sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;This was taken during my birthday. Picture edited due to privacy purposes. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/juiceee/00orange.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;CLICK!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-114893272894066820?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114893272894066820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114893272894066820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/05/get-over-it-justine.html' title='Get Over It, Justine'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-114867653503961171</id><published>2006-05-27T03:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T02:04:17.080+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged Victim of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thesleepinggiant.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Jhed&lt;/a&gt; tagged me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is quite nice. :) Me likey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#564071;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different descriptions of their perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He/she needs to mention the sex/gender of their perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He/she must tag 8 more people to join this game and leave a comment on their respective sites anouncing that they've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If tagged a second time, there's no need to post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before everything, he &lt;b&gt;MUST BE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MALE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ONE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Physical Features&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't choose a genre of clothing when it comes to guys. But I really notice shoes. I don't know why, it's my thing. I don't care what he's wearing, as long as his shoes look good with it. I want a guy who's comfortable with what he wears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's human nature to look at the face first (ADMIT IT). I'm not really particular with facial features, but a pair of nice teeth will do. I also like big cuddly tall guys, someone who makes me hug them with effort. For example, I'm a short girl so I'd like to hug my guy tiptoeing coz he's taller than me or hug him tighter coz he's built big (but not fat). And the warmth of his hugs is just priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TWO:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Talented&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit it, I like guys who are inclined in the arts and in writing. Whether music, poetry, prose or any forms of art. But mostly music. I can be stereotyped as the rockstar and bad boy lover kinda girl. But not always, they mostly just get my attention more. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THREE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mysteriously Talkative&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like guys who are really mysterious. Like I absolutely have no idea what's going on in their head. I like a guy who keeps me wondering what's going on in his head. Then I would be able to talk to him and have a good conversation hours and hours after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOUR:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amazing Sense of Humor/Life of the Party/Self-confident&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns heads when he talks, gets people laughing their asses out (especially mine) and basically liven up a boring room. He knows when to have fun and when to be serious. Mysteriously speaking, somebody who keeps me guessing what his next move will be. Somebody confident, but NOT TOO confident with himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FIVE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Homebody&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I just get sooo lazy that I just want to stay at home and do nothing. In terms of cuddling, I love it. I just want a guy who can spend hours and hours with me w/out asking to do anything like go out. I just wanna sit down and cuddle, stare at the ceiling or wall, talk or watch movies all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SIX:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hugs and Piggy-back Rides&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned above, I like guys who are cuddly to give me good hugs. HUGS are VERY IMPORTANT TO ME. And I'm a piggy-back addict, I always ask for them, so I like a guy who can give me GOOD piggy-back rides :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SEVEN:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wide Musical Knowledge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy who knows different kinds of music is my weakness. From Spice Girls to Megadeth and Joan Jett to Backstreet Boys, if he knows them all, it's an amazing big plus. But he should have the right taste in music, knowing all just doesn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EIGHT:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No MOOD SWINGS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might like a mysterious guy, but being moody for no reason just puts me right out of the spot. It's a no-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this was fun. Thanks Jhed! Anyway, all mentioned above are just PLUS points ok, they don't have to be characteristics to my perfect guy. I'm open with anything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;Ana&lt;br /&gt;JB&lt;br /&gt;Micah&lt;br /&gt;Dutzy&lt;br /&gt;Nate&lt;br /&gt;Glam&lt;br /&gt;Jeyem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'VE Been TAGGED! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-114867653503961171?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114867653503961171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114867653503961171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/05/tagged-victim-of-love.html' title='Tagged Victim of Love'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-114841343463586200</id><published>2006-05-24T02:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T08:27:09.303+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do I Want?</title><content type='html'>SHIT. I'm feeling so confused.&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between &lt;i&gt;"I want him"&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;"I like, like him"&lt;/i&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I'm feeling. I get excited when he's there. We used to talk so much but now, I can't even say a word when he's around. He's looking for a girl, yet doesn't want commitment. I don't know what I want. I really don't. Fecckk!! These thoughts are killing me. &lt;b&gt;What do I want?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with him, but I don't. Maybe coz he said he doesn't want commitment and I'm scared to fall hard. I'm scared of everything now, I've been scared my whole life. That's probably why all my relationships never worked, and were never that serious. Maybe it's really me. I'm always scared to fall, that I've never been truly in depth with my feelings. I don't wanna be scared anymore, I just wanna be free to love someone w/out thinking about consequences or the other side but how do I do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I want this to be different. I want it to be &lt;b&gt;real&lt;/b&gt;. I want to tell him how I feel without him turning his back and walking away. I want the same level of understanding. I don't want to pretend like it's alright, coz that would mean I'm lying to myself as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though how? Maybe I should just let it all go and pretend that I never felt it. But then again, I'd be lying to myself. And everything would go round and back to the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all a cycle and I wanna stretch that circle and stretch it so hard that it would become a straight line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;I don't love this guy.. YET. I just don't think I want it to end up that way, umm u know, considering the situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-114841343463586200?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114841343463586200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114841343463586200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-do-i-want.html' title='What Do I Want?'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-114831142175960052</id><published>2006-05-22T22:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T08:28:35.583+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Pics</title><content type='html'>Here's a sneak peek of my birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://looplets.filmloop.com/flash/looplet.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="1" flashvars="base=looplets.filmloop.com&amp;weblinkid=C83lqXqICWudNalmxwRKCHZo9Lnpv0Fs&amp;amp;incr=2" name="looplet" bgcolor="#333333" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="150" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Click&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://juicyme.multiply.com/photos" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;for more pictures! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-114831142175960052?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114831142175960052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114831142175960052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/05/birthday-pics.html' title='Birthday Pics'/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-114814679327042996</id><published>2006-05-21T00:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T00:50:26.333+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Everything's gonna be in red, because this is my official birthday post. Hahhaha. =)&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo 18 now. Phew. Time sure flies by fast.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks to these wonderful people who greeted me first. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/happybirthdayjuice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/400/happybirthdayjuice.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://blithe.wordpress.com" target="_blank"&gt;Alrenz&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/abday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/400/abday1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 guys who greeted me in YM! first: Thanks &lt;a href="http://utakgago.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Kevin&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://strangecrouton.multiply.com" target="_blank"&gt;JB&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/abday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/400/abday3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best girlfriends, Veronica. Thanks girl :D mwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/abday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/400/abday2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My late-night online gal pal and Ganguro master, I was soo touched she made a blog about me in her multiply. Thanks &lt;a href="http://criszimana.multiply.com" target="_blank"&gt;Ana&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/abday4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/400/abday4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally my dear batchmate Alvin. Tenchuu.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys I love you all. And to the people who greeted me in Friendster as well. This is as good as it gets online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-114814679327042996?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114814679327042996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114814679327042996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/05/everythings-gonna-be-in-red-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-114788183709888358</id><published>2006-05-17T22:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T12:38:37.913+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Studying Abroad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"me"&lt;/span&gt; type of studying abroad. The type who leave their parents or asked by their parents to go and study in another country which is said to have "better education" than the Philippines. The type who live in dorms, or stay with foster families in countries around Europe, or USA and Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My batchmates who are not Filipinos (internationally speaking I'm supposed to be Class of 2007 coz international HS is 6 years) are slowly fading away from this country (Indonesia). Some are going to the U.S, Australia, Europe and without their parents, studying in colleges &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; getting a dorm, &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; entering a foreign country without knowing anyone. No relatives and all. I mean, how can we, FILIPINO TEENAGERS could possibly do that, or could possibly be allowed by our parents to do that?! If we, for instance, have the privelage to study abroad, there should be a relative living in that foreign place at least to watch out for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that one of the very famous Filipino traits are having &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;close family ties&lt;/span&gt;. That is indeed true. I don't know many Filipino teenagers who study abroad for college away from their parents. It's just not the Filipino nature. We stay with our parents either till we graduate, have a job or even till we get married. We are just too attached with our families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago I used to dream of studying college faar away from my parents and get the ultimate freedom. But now, it all seems sooo weird thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at my barkada's house a while ago just hanging out and this topic of going to college abroad away from our parents just seemed far-fetched. We live with our Moms and Dads here in Indonesia, because we all want to be together as a family. One of my friends said that the furthest she'd probably study away from her parents is back in the Philippines. Because she knows that the Philippines is her home and that she would feel safe there, even though she grew up here in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree with what I say? Coz in my position right now, in my college years, I can't think of being anywhere else besides being with my parents here in Indonesia. That's why I came back after doing a year of college in Cebu independently. Their presence is what we need in our lives right now. Their support, their care. So if you think you're parents are suffocating you, think again. Think of what would happen to you if they weren't by your side. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-114788183709888358?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114788183709888358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114788183709888358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/05/studying-abroad.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-114753626351334562</id><published>2006-05-13T23:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T23:14:49.686+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought I'd save this post for a rainy day. And since I don't really have anything to blog about these days, despite the fact that I'm online almost all the time. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this post. Relate to it, agree with it, contradict to it, disagree with it. It's your judgement. Knock yourselves out. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I would like to credit my friend &lt;a href="http://prishism.multiply.com" target="new"&gt;Prish&lt;/a&gt; for these little heartwarmers. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT i WANNA BE THAT GiRL HE'S SCARED TO LOSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;oh, and dont worry about her, shes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                     always upset, shes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                     &lt;u&gt;with someone who doesnt love her&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                     back, shes always heart broken so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                     shes fine by now, she's used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i just want one guy to prove to me that they all aren't the same &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sometimes we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;must get hurt&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;order to grow&lt;/span&gt;; we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;must fail &lt;/span&gt;in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;order to know&lt;/span&gt;; sometimes our visions clear only after our eyes are washed away with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"we are all searching for someone. that special person who will provide us what's missing in our lives. someone who can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;offer companionship&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;assistance or security&lt;/span&gt;. and sometimes if we search very hard, we can find someone who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;provides us with all three&lt;/span&gt;. yes, we are all searching for someone. and if we can't find them, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;we can only pray they find us&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3"&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;things have to fall apart&lt;/span&gt;, to make you realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;just how much &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you need them to fall back together&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love comes to those who still hope&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;even though they've been disappointed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;and it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;comes to those who still love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;even though they have been hurt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;We're all looking for something&lt;br /&gt;to take away the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You will never forget your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;first love&lt;/span&gt;. That's what makes it so special. You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love so hard&lt;/span&gt;, so deeply, and so intensely because you don’t know any different. It's the best &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;until it is over&lt;/span&gt;. Then you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hurt like you've never been hurt before.&lt;/span&gt; Eventually you love again, but you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love differently&lt;/span&gt;. You will love &lt;u&gt;more carefully, more cautiously.&lt;/u&gt; Just know that there is so much more love waiting for you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;but there will always only be one first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Someday someone is going to walk into your life&lt;br /&gt;&amp; make you realize why it never worked out with&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - » &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;a n y o n e    e l s e&lt;/span&gt; « - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;at some point you learn to accept the fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;the people you wish wouldn't change, do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;goodbyes hurt, but only mean forever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; if you let them,&lt;br /&gt;pictures never replace being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; there &amp;&amp;amp; nothing lasts forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; learn to laugh until your stomach hurts. act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; so crazy people think your high &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; live for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; the days with your best friends;; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; having fun because life's too short to worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;about change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"Here's the thing about having a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;relationship: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you can never look for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like when you lose your keys,&lt;br /&gt;if you look for them,&lt;br /&gt;you'll never find them.&lt;br /&gt;You just have to wait for them to pop up under the couch or something.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm playing it as patient as I can.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to rush into having a relationship just cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm lonely sometimes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember when getting high &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meant swinging at the playground.&lt;/span&gt; The worst thing you could get from boys were cooties. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom was your hero and dad was the guy you were going to marry. Your worst enemies were your siblings.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Race issues were who ran the fastest.&lt;/span&gt; War was a card game. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only drug you knew of was cough medicine &amp; wearing skirts didn't mean you were a slut. &lt;/span&gt;The only thing you smoked was the tires on your bike. &lt;u&gt;The only thing that hurt was skinned knees &amp;amp; the only things that can get broken were your toys.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life was simple and care free, everyone was wanting to grow up. And now, you just wish you were a kid again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I just realized that i dont need you&lt;br /&gt;and that scares me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-114753626351334562?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114753626351334562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114753626351334562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-thought-id-save-this-post-for-rainy.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-114725932454937202</id><published>2006-05-10T18:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T18:12:39.306+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP1126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP1126.jpg" alt="oh so clean" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP1136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP1136.jpg" alt="my early companions, the essentials" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP1143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP1143.jpg" alt="hot chocolate on a rainy day" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMG_2253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMG_2253.jpg" alt="picture taking!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP1156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP1156.jpg" alt="rain rain go away come again another day little justine wants to shop" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/IMGP1154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/IMGP1154.jpg" alt="me and michelle, missed her loads" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was a sneak peek of my trip in Singapore. :) I will post all of my pictures in &lt;a href="http://juicyme.multiply.com"&gt;my multiply&lt;/a&gt; soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore was great and clean as usual but towards the middle of the day it rained! :( Needed my cigarettes and hot chocolate in Starbucks coz it was getting so cold already plus also so tired walking na so I had to buy slip-ons coz I was wearing shoes and they were killing me already. I would like to thank my sponsor Charles and Keith for the beautiful slip-ons. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Dra. Vicky Belo in the airport and one guy which looked SO like Cristiano Ronaldo I almost fainted but got back on track when I realized it wasn't actually him. My survival song in Singapore was definitely King Without A Crown (live at Stubb's) by Matisyahu. That song kept playing in my mp3 player over and over again. I finally met my old classmate Michelle and we went around Cathay mall and took Japanese prints (such a girl thang). I can't believe we spent an hour just editing pictures on the touch screen. Then she treated me for a meal in this "overlooking the rainy street in Orchard" restaurant. We had nachos, cheesecakes and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was ok, I mean Singapore will always be Singapore. But it was definitely quite an experience coz I did all those strolling and sightseeing alone. Also, I forgot to mention, I went to Singapore to process my Social Status visa here in Indonesia. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home last night at about 11pm (last flight from Singapore) and I slept at about 12 am and just woke up 2 hours ago! I slept for 14 hours haha coz I was so damn tired already, felt like all the tiredness from my body just washed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Birthday Gian! :)&lt;br /&gt;11 days til my 18th birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-114725932454937202?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114725932454937202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114725932454937202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-that-was-sneak-peek-of-my-trip-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-114706339605392966</id><published>2006-05-08T11:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T11:45:23.656+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>About 30 minutes ago I just got woken up by a phone call from my mom. It went like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(translated from Bisaya)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom: Get up you're going to Singapore!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *clears eyes* Whaaa? Huh?! I thought I you told me I didn't have to go!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Well you're going! We're still processing the ticket you might be leaving tonight. Contact your friend, my secretary will call you later for details of the flight. Get up!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Am I going alone?!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Yes you are!&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT? Why such short notice?!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Coz that's the way it is, ok I'll call you back later. You're leaving tonight and coming back tomorrow night.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON!! I mean my mom told me last week that I would be going to Singapore sometime this week so I called my friend and asked her already. Then about last Saturday and Sunday I asked her again and said the plans didn't push thru so I chilled. And now today she wakes me up in the middle of the day and tells me surprisingly I'm going?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited coz this means I get to go shopping and sight-seeing with my close friend. And  it's been about a year since we haven't seen each other so I really miss her. It doesn't matter if I've gone to Singapore for the &lt;b&gt;nth&lt;/b&gt; time and go there a couple of times a year..when it comes to shopping, it's good ol' Singapore. The news on such notice just really kinda freaked me out for a while. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GABBY! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-114706339605392966?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114706339605392966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114706339605392966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/05/about-30-minutes-ago-i-just-got-woken.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-114679085870536695</id><published>2006-05-05T07:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T18:22:05.936+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't gotten sleep for the past 16 hours. My body clock is officially jammed. But it's ok, I'm planning to be awake for the whole day today so that I can adjust it once more. I'm having my 2nd cup of Vanilla Coffee and I think I'm gonna get that rush in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, it seems that I have done absolutely nothing productive since I came here to Jakarta. My 18th birthday is coming up (May 21st) and my mom is nagging and constantly bugging me with questions like where, what, how. Arrrgghh I didn't know planning an 18th birthday could be this crazy. And I'm not in the mood coz Indonesian tradition is 17th, so I'll definitely stand out if I celebrate it here. It's not a problem for me though. Can someone give me ideas? Please please please? I would really appreciate it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just discovered that I have a &lt;strong&gt;PETER PAN COMPLEX&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;avoids responsibilities, people tell them they are childish and need to grow up, would rather live in their head than the real world, wants success to just happen to them, focuses on fantasies more than reality, believes they deserve to have whatever they want, life lacks direction, never know what to do next, does dumb things frequently, inconsistent performance, lazy, slacker, does the minimum to get by, does things without thinking, does not feel they have any reason to accomplish anything, tend to ignore or put off problems, believes fun is the most important thing in life, most people think they are crazy, forgets scheduled appointments, more past than future, gets attention through negative behavior.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The statements above are not ENTIRELY true about me, but I do agree that I don't want to grow up yet, I'm quite scared to live the adult-life. Ones with responsibilities. I guess I'm just having an identity crisis right now. Like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I don't know what I want and where I want to go in life&lt;/span&gt;. I don't have my priorities straight yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday I'll get over this. As for now, I'm still waiting for my knight in shining armor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-114679085870536695?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114679085870536695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114679085870536695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-havent-gotten-sleep-for-past-16.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-114629801139886723</id><published>2006-04-29T15:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T15:06:51.976+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe I forgot all about blogging for more than a week. I've even been online most of the time but didn't bother to blog. Grrr. Mad at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/Clickyclicky%28517%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/200/Clickyclicky%28517%29.jpg" border="0" alt="ellen and i" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with all these posers nowadays? What's their reason of err, posing? One of my good friends Ellen Adarna (you might or you might not know her) is just a girl who posts her pictures and thoughts on the internet for memories and for her friends w/in or outside the country too see. She basically just wants to share her life positively to her friends and loved ones. The outcome? Well some people stealing her pictures and her thoughts and putting them on their own accounts whether MySpace, Multiply or Friendster. There are lots of people pretending to be her. What's the reason for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are saying mean stuff, insulting, and bashing her in fact they don't even know the real her. Yes, she avoids online buddying, she doesn't accept friends online because who knows it could be some freaky stalker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not only for the Ellen posers but for all the posers out there. Think about what you're doing. I know Saab Magalona is going through the same thing as well. She has lost of posers online. What's really the use for all of this? What do these posers get out of all this? It's just a waste of energy, time and effort coz no matter what you do, you can never be like them, or even close to being like them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-114629801139886723?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114629801139886723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114629801139886723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-cant-believe-i-forgot-all-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-114555671078111492</id><published>2006-04-21T01:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T01:11:50.873+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being trapped in these four walls sure does make you think alot doesn't it? Foota. I am soo damn fucked right now don't know why. I'm going to search for Universities here in Jakarta tomorrow. If I get into London School, then I'm really gonna proceed with my Public Relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to do something bloggers have done or still gonna do. They have done it, she has done it, he has done it, you've probably done it. Sense my boredom? Well here it is, some random things about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I laugh really loud.&lt;br /&gt;2. I look good in all sunglasses, especially aviators.&lt;br /&gt;3. I haven't smoked a cigarette in 16 days, the longest I've gone without one this year.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have the same password for everything on the net.&lt;br /&gt;5. My 2nd ever e-mail address is orange_koolgurl@hotmail.com and I've had it since December 1999. It still exists until now.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm an Adidas brand freak, my dream is to collect every Adidas Superstar shoe ever made in this world. So far, I still have 7.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm scared to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm ochlophobic.&lt;br /&gt;9. I can't save money.&lt;br /&gt;10. I collect reload cards and simpacks from all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;11. I haven't been to Manila except for the airport which was the year 1997.&lt;br /&gt;12. I haven't been anywhere outside Cebu within the Philippines but I've been to Hong Kong, Singapore, Malaysia, Indonesia and many cities inside it.&lt;br /&gt;13. Someday I will speak the French and the Korean language fluently. SOMEDAY.&lt;br /&gt;14. I used to be a carefree person, now I'm not so carefree anymore.&lt;br /&gt;15. I need somebody to tell me the meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;16. I fall in love every week. (my friends tell me that)&lt;br /&gt;17. I feel that I'm gonna marry Mhyco Aquino, I just get that feeling when I see him on tv..I think that's the reason why I liked him. I got this vibe.&lt;br /&gt;18. I'm good ate remembering birthdays and cellphone numbers.&lt;br /&gt;19. I like to think that I'm emotionally strong, but I'm not. I break down easily.&lt;br /&gt;20. I don't stop eating until I'm sickeningly full. That's why cigarettes helps me in losing weight and prevents me from puking after I eat.&lt;br /&gt;21. I'm genuinely a nice and fun-loving person. I myself hate that fact that I smoke.&lt;br /&gt;22. I hate looking at girls who smoke, but I myself do it.&lt;br /&gt;23. I'm sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-114555671078111492?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114555671078111492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114555671078111492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/04/being-trapped-in-these-four-walls-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-114544663064016878</id><published>2006-04-19T18:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T18:37:10.640+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really into Hed Kandi songs right now. Some DJ's went to Manila a couple of weeks ago to hold a Hed Kandi party and it was realy great. Even my wallpaper is Hed Kandi, it gives a very summer-y feeling as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/desktop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: center; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/desktop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy summer once again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-114544663064016878?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114544663064016878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114544663064016878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-really-into-hed-kandi-songs-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-114535338530257816</id><published>2006-04-18T16:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T16:43:05.386+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I need a change. And I need to be alive in this blogging world again. Hence, my resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This layout is not originally mine, I just modified it. I'm working on a new one at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things you need to know about me right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm back in Jakarta, Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have stopped studying college in Cebu and looking for Universities here in Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;3. I wish I could have spent summer longer there in Philippines but unfortunately I have to settle my Visa papers within this week and they need my presence.&lt;br /&gt;4. I cut my hair short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to taste a little bit of summer there though, it was amazingly fun, went to the beach and hung out with my friends. So I brought a lil summer fever with me (and dark skin). I swear it's so H-O-T in the Philippines! Somebody bring snow up there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I've been having fun here as well, back with my old friends. My one year in Cebu definitely taught me a lot of things. Met lots of new people and new friends. It was one helluva experience. Ciao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-114535338530257816?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114535338530257816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114535338530257816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-think-i-need-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-114345347924974175</id><published>2006-03-27T16:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T16:57:59.633+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm having a blogging block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either I have nothing to write, absolutely don't know what to write. Or, I have too much to write that I don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past 2 months have been a rollercoaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back when I'm completely a blogger again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-114345347924974175?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114345347924974175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114345347924974175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-having-blogging-block.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-114187154400263275</id><published>2006-03-09T09:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T09:37:57.450+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know, I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;Part of me says let it go&lt;br /&gt;Everything must have it seasons&lt;br /&gt;Round and round it goes&lt;br /&gt;And every day's the one before&lt;br /&gt;But this time, this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try anything that just feels better&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;You know I can't see through the haze around me&lt;br /&gt;And I do anything to just feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't find my way&lt;br /&gt;God I need a change&lt;br /&gt;And I do anything to just feel better&lt;br /&gt;Any little thing that just feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Santana feat. Steven Tyler - Just Feel Better"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-114187154400263275?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114187154400263275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114187154400263275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-know-i-know-i-know-part-of-me-says.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-114014066916525448</id><published>2006-02-17T08:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T08:44:29.233+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like being a bitch so I'm gonna answer the perfect survey for it. Thanks, &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/kar3nski" target="_blank"&gt;Karen&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN DEADLY SINS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WRATH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who did you last get angry with? &lt;strong&gt;Christian, for being so attached&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your weapon of choice? &lt;strong&gt;a syringe: perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you hit a member of the opposite sex? &lt;strong&gt;oh obviously i would&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How about of the same sex? &lt;strong&gt;if she pisses me off real bad, i'll pull her hair out of her brains&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was the last person who got really angry at you? &lt;strong&gt;my mom?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your pet peeve? &lt;strong&gt;bad breath and BO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily? &lt;strong&gt;depends, without closure hell yeah i'll keep a freaking grudge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLOTH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is one thing you're supposed to do daily that you haven't done in a long time? &lt;strong&gt;study&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the latest you've ever woken up? ever? &lt;strong&gt;4 in the afternoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who have you been meaning to contact, but haven't? &lt;strong&gt;my best friend, noemi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is the last lame excuse you made? &lt;strong&gt;that i have to study&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through? &lt;strong&gt;yeah, they get you hooked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock today? &lt;strong&gt;once on my alarm clock and thrice on my cellphone =/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GLUTTONY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice? &lt;strong&gt;anything from starbucks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Meat eaters are? &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the greatest amount of alcohol you've had in one sitting outing or event? &lt;strong&gt;i don't drink much, so i guess 4 bottles of beer (harhar)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever used a professional diet company? &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you prefer sweets, salty foods, or spicy foods? &lt;strong&gt;salty foods&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How many people have you seen completely naked? &lt;strong&gt;can't keep track (tongue out)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How many people have seen YOU completely naked? &lt;strong&gt;99&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a member of your gender of choice during a normal conversation? &lt;strong&gt;yeah obviously, like did she have a breast enlargement surgery? or like ewww his dick is up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite body part on a person of your gender of choice?&lt;strong&gt; hand =p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever been made a proposition by a prostitute? &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had a pregnancy test? &lt;strong&gt;twice last month&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Is love at first sight really lust? &lt;strong&gt;obviously&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How many credit cards do you own? &lt;strong&gt;one, and it's unusable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's your guilty pleasure store/brand? &lt;strong&gt;bookstores and shoe stores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you had $1 million, what would you do with it? &lt;strong&gt;put it in the bank and come back in 5 years and indeed it has multiplied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you rather be rich, or famous? &lt;strong&gt;rich, coz when you're rich, you are famous baby. some people are famous for being unrich.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Would you accept a boring job if it meant you would make megabucks? &lt;strong&gt;oh yeah i will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever stolen anything? &lt;strong&gt;a pen, a book&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How many MP3s are on your hard drive? &lt;strong&gt;600+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRIDE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is one thing that you've done that you're most proud of? &lt;strong&gt;not falling for that jerk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. One thing you have done that your parents are most proud of? &lt;strong&gt;the fact that i'm turning 18 and haven't been pregnant =p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What thing would you like to accomplish in your life? &lt;strong&gt;be happy. duhh, and contented&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you get annoyed by coming in second place? &lt;strong&gt;nahh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were of much higher skill than all the other competitors? &lt;strong&gt;yeah..hahahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever cheated on something to get a higher score? &lt;strong&gt;obviously&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What did you do today that you're proud of? &lt;strong&gt;woke up early and tried to go to my 7:30 class but shit the class didn't happen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENVY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What item (or person) of your friends would you most want to have for your own? &lt;strong&gt;a convertible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who would you want to go on "trading spaces" with? &lt;strong&gt;hailie jade mathers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you could be anyone else in the world, who would you be? &lt;strong&gt;hailie jade mathers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been cheated on? &lt;strong&gt;have i?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever cheated? &lt;strong&gt;tell me what you think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own? &lt;strong&gt;more inches added to my height&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Finally, what is your favorite deadly sin? &lt;strong&gt;pride and lust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-114014066916525448?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114014066916525448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/114014066916525448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-feel-like-being-bitch-so-im-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-113999037160332252</id><published>2006-02-15T14:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T14:59:31.613+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never thought I'd blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss it, but I just wanna do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, I don't have much to share anymore after all, this is crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please answer, is it true that how things are at the start of the year, it will be like that for the rest of the year?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-113999037160332252?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113999037160332252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113999037160332252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-never-thought-id-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-113773626218059668</id><published>2006-01-20T12:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T14:15:14.586+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for the on and off hiatus, but I think this will continue for quite sometime if I don't update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was hospitalized from January 16 to January 19, which was yesterday w/ the final diagnosis of Floppy Mitral Valve, Gastric Ulcer and Gastroenteritis.&lt;br /&gt;3. Another diagnosis was Stress and Mental Depression, shortness of breath and difficulty in breathing.&lt;br /&gt;2. The doctor advised me to go back to Jakarta, Indonesia right after this semester ends.&lt;br /&gt;3. The doctor prescribed me with anxiety pills.&lt;br /&gt;4. I was lost in a stampede of people during the Sinulog Festival which I didn't enjoy at all.&lt;br /&gt;5. I continue to be in medication for atleast a month with 8 kinds of medications and I think I'm going crazy!&lt;br /&gt;6. I think I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;7. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your kind consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;INDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-fucking-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NESIA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;is so my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOME&lt;/span&gt;. And there is no place, I repeat, no place like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOME&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-113773626218059668?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113773626218059668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113773626218059668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/01/sorry-for-on-and-off-hiatus-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-113696651301163877</id><published>2006-01-11T14:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T15:01:53.020+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2006 hasn't been very good to me in the health department. For the past couple of weeks I've been sick. Even before Christmas actually! Urrggh but eventhough, I still had fun, fun, fun! Christmas, I had cough and tonsilitis. I had to steer clear from the gorgeous looking and gorgeous smelling, and I know so gorgeous tasting chocolate cakes coz my THROAT would just BURN. On the way to New Year, I started vomiting my head off, lots of air in the stomach, constipating ewww, and realized I had Ulcer SLASH Hyperacidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I am fully healthy, and it just started NOW, today actually and I'm happy! Whee something happened today which totally changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I've been communicating alot with my crush John. He even told me he wants to take things further already. Whhhheeeeeeeeeee! But..I wanna take things slow, wanna get to know him further then decide what's in store for us. Charness to the max! Waahhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-113696651301163877?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113696651301163877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113696651301163877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006-hasnt-been-very-good-to-me-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-113610709409441024</id><published>2006-01-01T15:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T16:18:17.640+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy New Year people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to blog a year-end post like how it's supposed to be, but I'm just feeling so lazy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year consisted of the "Pinoy Ako" theme song being played by 5 different houses in the neighborhood while my sister crying like a pig being roasted and super duper loud fireworks. Regardless, I had a blast. Got a few drinking invitations from my friends but turned them down (it turned out to be vomit galore in the end I found out), and again I escaped my Lola's premises at 12:30 and headed to my cousin's house. Little did I know that I would be spending my WHOLE night there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the big reasons I was actually there coz my crush was there as well. I'm just gonna go ahead and say the name, John. Whoooo I've had a crush on him for a long time actually, but it was just a simple thing back then and I didn't think about him much, something like infatuation. Spent the night dancing and laughing. My other cousins and him left to go somewhere so it was just me and my cousin Chiara for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest they say is history, and the next thing I know, it's already 6 in the morning and we're still in the grass lying down with morning dew on our skin. It was really good, and that was also the time when my other cousins and "John" came back from their little excursion to God knows where. So I bid my goodbyes, headed home and slept in the wee hour of the morning. Oh whattta New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still gotta think about my New Year's resolution, it's gonna come up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-113610709409441024?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113610709409441024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113610709409441024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-people-im-supposed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-113576884669152945</id><published>2005-12-28T18:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T18:29:28.813+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just blogged now coz eversince my mom and sister came back from Jakarta I've been weally weally busy. I also spent Christmas back in the province and I had the most amazing time. Spent Christmas eve with my family and what was the most special thing was that we were all women and girls, with the exception of my ONE boy cousin. My dad is left back there in Jakarta, while my two titos are both abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Christmas eve went straight to my cousins' house and hanged out with his barkada, just hanging out in the grass and chillin, looking at the stars and really having a good time. I even went home at 4AM already coz time really does fly by when you're having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, there's a major relative attack at my house right now for a dinner, and I'm really busy. Mwaah to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I'd like to give a shout-out to &lt;a href="http://xoxlouise.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Louise&lt;/a&gt; for giving me her wonderful xmas gift. Thanks Louise! Mwaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-113576884669152945?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113576884669152945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113576884669152945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-113506106845650344</id><published>2005-12-20T13:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T14:54:53.610+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love the new Friendster "personalized URL".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, check out &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/profiles/juicyme" target="_blank"&gt;MINE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, me wanna share some pics from my friend Kitkat's baby's Christening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/bunyag%20(19).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/bunyag%20%2819%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/bunyag%20(17).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/bunyag%20%2817%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/bunyag%20(1).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/bunyag%20%281%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/bunyag%20(18).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/bunyag%20%2818%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-113506106845650344?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113506106845650344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113506106845650344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-love-new-friendster-personalized-url.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-113461647182958479</id><published>2005-12-15T10:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T13:52:16.776+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend Atlin sent me this text message last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ur there but not really..&lt;br /&gt;Ur mine but not really..&lt;br /&gt;I never really had you,&lt;br /&gt;so I never really lost you..&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this is how we'll always be..&lt;br /&gt;I had you..&lt;br /&gt;You had me..&lt;br /&gt;But then again,&lt;br /&gt;not really..=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hit me hard like an arrow from a bow. This is our situation. I forwarded the text to him (so kapal but WHO cares), I get nothing. Complete deadma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized it's my fault anyway, I was the one who told him I didn't wanna see him anymore. Shit, the well has run dry and now I definitely miss the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;//edit//&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so take back what I blogged up there. I do not not not miss the water, and definitely I don't miss him anymore. Wahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-113461647182958479?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113461647182958479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113461647182958479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-friend-atlin-sent-me-this-text.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-113446343266484810</id><published>2005-12-13T15:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T15:47:31.833+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/33.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:crosshair;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/33.0.jpg" border="0" alt="waterfront hotel christmas tree" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas spirit is sooooo in the Philippines already. It's quite overwhelming for me since I haven't really felt a strong Christmas spirit before because numero uno, Indonesia is a Muslim Country and numero dos, I usually arrive in the Philippines on the 2nd or 3rd week of December so I don't get to feel too much of the Christmas intensity. But now, it's amazing, and I can't wait for simbang gabi, because I wanna experience things which I haven't really done during my 8 years of stay in Jakarta. I mean every Christmas we DO go back to Cebu, but this year is just different. I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had great news last night and I was uber-happy. My mom is arriving on the eve of the 24th with my sister from Jakarta. She told me a few weeks ago they wouldn't be coming since we spent too much on airfare this year. My homecoming last May, her visit to Cebu last July, my sembreak in Jakarta last month and my dad's visit to Cebu last month as well. She said we should save since it's my 18th birthday next year, and we're going to HK (for the 3rd time). But I forced her to, because it's my first Christmas that I'm actually living alone and I don't wanna be alone. I wanna with my family! Too bad only my mom and sister are coming back and not my dad coz he already came here last month and he's got this new employer and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this Christmas would be better than all Christmases, because each year does get better and better for me and I'm glad. I hope the end of this year would be EXTRA-special. This is a new life for me, and I'm loving it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-113446343266484810?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113446343266484810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113446343266484810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-spirit-is-sooooo-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-113436366296098593</id><published>2005-12-12T11:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T12:01:02.963+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday nights are usually considered to be oldies goodies night in radios, and last Wednesday I found this Playlist in my computer (my dad must have pre-loaded them when he got the comp for me) full of old songs, but good ones, so I decided to make my own playlist and listen to some good old songs which reminded me of growing up, though some songs were made even before I was born. Since both my parents were music lovers, I grew up listening to a wide range of music with different genres and learning to love and appreciate them all the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I picked out some songs from about a hundred or so and listened to them for a night. Besides, they feel good and are mostly love songs yet I'm NOT EVEN in-love but I was definitely enjoying it even though it was just for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was my playlist:&lt;br /&gt;1. Earth, Wind &amp; Fire - After The Love Has Gone&lt;br /&gt;2. John Denver - Annie's Song&lt;br /&gt;3. The Carpenters - Close To You&lt;br /&gt;4. Bread - If&lt;br /&gt;5. Chicago - If You Leave Me Now&lt;br /&gt;6. James Ingram - Just Once&lt;br /&gt;7. Randy Van Warner - Just When I Need You Most&lt;br /&gt;8. Minnie Riperton - Lovin' You&lt;br /&gt;9. Air Supply - The One That You Love&lt;br /&gt;10. Leo Slayer - When I Need You&lt;br /&gt;11. James Taylor - You Got A Friend&lt;br /&gt;12. Debbey Bone - You Light Up My Life&lt;br /&gt;13. Anne Murray - You Needed Me&lt;br /&gt;14. Scorpion - Wind Of Change&lt;br /&gt;15. Nat King Cole &amp; Natalie Cole - Unforgettable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend you do the same, it's a great feeling. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-113436366296098593?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113436366296098593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113436366296098593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2005/12/wednesday-nights-are-usually.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-113391837584923343</id><published>2005-12-06T20:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T08:19:35.900+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so guilty. Prepare for a long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been loyal to my first love, I haven't been paying attention to him in God knows how long already. And I'm missing him right now, and listening to him right now, and reading about him right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the thrills of being in love again.&lt;br /&gt;EMINEM. Har-di-har-har. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love with Eminem for as looong as I can remember. Grade 5 to be exact, ever since I saw "The Real Slim Shady" on MTV. Please stand up, please stand up he said. Ever since them I became madly in love with him, my friends would call me Eminem freak. I listened to all his songs, memorized most of his rhymes, read all his articles, made cut-outs and made a scrapbook out of it. Whenever he would be cover of a magazine I would buy that magazine and drool over it. I knew and still know his life story, from the moment he was born until..yeah. There was this show on MTV before called MTV Biography? I'm not sure what the exact title is, coz it's old and they don't show it anymore. They tell the story of an artist's life, and fortunately that time it was Eminem's I was soo damn freaking happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't generally categorize myself as a fanatic, coz I get bored easily when it comes to celebrities, constantly changing favorites but with EMINEM it was an exception. I was deeply intoxicatingly in love. Hehehe, I got all his CD's, memorize most of his songs, knew his collaborations, have his remixes. I had GAZILLIONS of posters of him in my room in Jakarta (I don't know where they are now..hikz =( I think my Mom junked them when I left.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing I was most thankful is that I bought NONE of my Eminem albums. My friends knew how crazy I was about him, so they gave me his CDs as gifts. I even have a life-size Eminem poster which my friend bought from England and gave it to me as a gift (she had to carry that poster all the way). My first Eminem album, THE MARSHALL MATHERS LP was given to me by a close girlfriend on Xmas 2000. Then, SLIM SHADY EP (which was his very first) was given by my ex-boyfriend on our 3rd monthsary on 2002 but it was a tape. On the same year, my close guy friend who had a crush on me (heehee) gave me THE EMINEM SHOW for my birthday. And lastly, last Christmas 2004 as an early present my very close guy friend, who's my best friend's boyfriend NOW, gave me ENCORE which he bought in Singapore and had a extra bonus CD (whheee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/eminemcds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/eminemcds.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it has been sooo long since I haven't listened to these CDs so now I'm listening to them, and I can't believe I forgot how it felt like already. There's even this certain feeling washing over me right now, the feeling I used to get when I was still sooooooo hung up over him. And now here I am again..*SIGH*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-113391837584923343?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113391837584923343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113391837584923343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-so-guilty.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-113370155880286691</id><published>2005-12-04T20:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T12:25:16.833+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got this from &lt;a href="http://xoxlouise.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Louise&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. TWO NAMES YOU GO BY: &lt;br /&gt;Justine Gaile&lt;br /&gt;2. TWO THINGS YOU DISLIKE ABOUT YOURSELF: &lt;br /&gt;selfish and high-pride&lt;br /&gt;--- where's number 3? ---&lt;br /&gt;4. TWO THINGS THAT SCARE YOU: &lt;br /&gt;lizards and drowning&lt;br /&gt;5. TWO THINGS U NEED EVERYDAY: &lt;br /&gt;food and drinks :)&lt;br /&gt;6. TWO OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS: &lt;br /&gt;Coldplay and Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;7. TWO OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT THE MOMENT: &lt;br /&gt;Head Over Feet by Alanis Morisette (the lyrics just sunk in), Sleep All Day by Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;8. TWO PEOPLE YOU SPEND TIME WITH THE MOST: &lt;br /&gt;Hazel and Cristina&lt;br /&gt;10. TWO OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES: &lt;br /&gt;singing and dancing&lt;br /&gt;11. TWO THINGS YOU WANT TO REALLY BUY RIGHT NOW: &lt;br /&gt;black ink for my printer and cropped pants&lt;br /&gt;12. TWO CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING: &lt;br /&gt;hmmm, hotel manager/cafe owner and anything involving journalism&lt;br /&gt;13. TWO PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION: &lt;br /&gt;Hawaii and Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;14. TWO OF YOUR FAVOURITE PERSONS: &lt;br /&gt;Noemi (miss you bestfwendd!!) and Norvin&lt;br /&gt;15. TWO THINGS YOU DID YESTERDAY: &lt;br /&gt;played Platypus with Hazel til 2am and ate hamburger&lt;br /&gt;16. TWO PEOPLE THAT YOU MISS: &lt;br /&gt;Ate Judy and Jusviet (!)&lt;br /&gt;17. TWO FOODS THAT YOU'RE CRAVING TO EAT: &lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm sooo full right now, but if I had to answer, it would have to be..Cherries&lt;br /&gt;18. TWO FAVORITE SUBJECTS IN COLLEGE: &lt;br /&gt;Psychology and English&lt;br /&gt;19. TWO OF YOUR FUNNIEST MEMORIES IN HIGH SCHOOL: &lt;br /&gt;All my highschool memories are all funny! And I will never forget them..=)&lt;br /&gt;20. TWO PEOPLE THAT COME TO MIND NOW: &lt;br /&gt;Geo and Anjing&lt;br /&gt;21. TWO COLORS YOU LIKE: &lt;br /&gt;Pale Green and Gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I can't live without______ being happy&lt;br /&gt;23. If only I could________ know what I really want&lt;br /&gt;24. I don't want to get________ *secret*&lt;br /&gt;25. I want to meet________ Ate Judy and Jusviet&lt;br /&gt;26. I want to be____ a lucky person&lt;br /&gt;27. I want him/her/them to eat_____ HIS/HER/THEIR WORDS, biatch&lt;br /&gt;28. I dream about________ having a sportscar and lots of shoes&lt;br /&gt;29. I want to get________ a faster internet connection at home&lt;br /&gt;30. I'm planning to ________ be more thrifty and not spend too much by next year&lt;br /&gt;31. I want to change my________ bad habits of spending too much&lt;br /&gt;32. I want to quit________ spending too much&lt;br /&gt;33. I love my__________ family and friends&lt;br /&gt;34. I hate _________ being forced&lt;br /&gt;35. I'm proud to be________ Justine Gaile A. Condor (yuch! haha)&lt;br /&gt;36. I'm NOT regretting my________ regrets (hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;37. Tomorrow I'm going to_________ wake up early and ATTEND MY 7:30 CLASS! (something I haven't been doing lately)&lt;br /&gt;38. I'm excited about ________ Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;39. I'm happy because__________ I feel that I am truly blessed&lt;br /&gt;40. I'm sad because________ he turned out to be the exact person I thought he was, in a negative aspect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was pure chill weekend. I did not get out of the house until this afternoon when I went to Church and ate outside w/ Kuya Bob (my mom's cousin who lives in our house too, and is kind my guardian here in Cebu). Hazel slept over yesterday and we slept at about 3am just talking and playing our new favorite game, Platypus. That's about it for my weekend update =).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-113370155880286691?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113370155880286691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113370155880286691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2005/12/got-this-from-louise-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-113333900818111607</id><published>2005-11-30T15:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T15:23:28.183+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's already December tomorrow. Oh GAAWDD I swear time flies by soo fast. It seemed like I was still graduating Grade 10 yesterday and leaving Jakarta for Cebu and now, I'm just about 3 months away from completing my first year in college. Urrggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's gonna be Christmas soon can you believe it?! I hope I won't be lonely this Christmas. There seems to be a special someone for me, but I don't think I really feel for him. You know that saying, "Be careful what you wish for?" Well I think that's kind of applying to me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This someone is great and all, he really cares alot (well that's HOW I see it) but I don't know how I really feel for him. He popped the question yesterday and I said I needed time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit help me, I'm ALWAYS like this. It's one of those times when you don't know what to feel fearing how it will affect your life. Uurrgghh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-113333900818111607?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113333900818111607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113333900818111607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-already-december-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-113323417780728776</id><published>2005-11-29T09:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T10:20:01.940+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/dancesport%20(19).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/dancesport%20%2819%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a holiday so we did something productive. Watched the 1st Cebu IDSF Open Dansport Competition in Waterfront Hotel. I was with Hazel again and mann it WAS great watching dancers coz personally I love the art of dancing. There were SO many dances and the children were amazing! Well I don't wanna blog much coz I'm kinda lazy to, so just check out the pics aryt. Mwaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/dancesport%20(11).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/dancesport%20%2811%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/dancesport%20(15).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/dancesport%20%2815%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-113323417780728776?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113323417780728776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113323417780728776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2005/11/yesterday-was-holiday-so-we-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-113308311878137155</id><published>2005-11-27T14:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T19:10:17.306+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a virgin. Hahaha..IN GETTING DRUNK. Believe it or not, last night was actually the very first time I got drunk. Well I've gotten headaches and red ears before, but last night was exceptional coz I really didn't feel myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to The Village Courtyard with my girls Hazel, Kristel and Bambi. It was still pretty early, still nearing 10pm so there weren't so much people yet, and we were kind of reluctant to go in coz it was still kind of empty. Our initial plan was to go to 22nd Street (the new hip comedy bar craze in Cebu). We wanted to go in late there, since you know going in at 9pm would mean that we were too early but when we reached there, BAM! the place was FUUULLL of people already and it was just 9 and we couldn't go in anymore, the place was jam-packed so we had a compromise of where to go and The VIllage Courtyard seemed to be the next best place. Halo, too crowded. Vudu, we weren't sexy enough (haha). Pump, too many "hip-hop" people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had a few drinks, 8 bottles of beer all in all. Just listening to the this amazing band Stage Crew and played good songs. We wanted to dance already but then nobody was in the dance floor yet, so we were thinking, "When's the parrrttty gonna start?!" Haha then soooner the party started, reggae songs were played and the place became MORE FULL of ppl that there was no place to pass anymore..the dancefloor was amazingly crowded and we were beginning to get a lil bit tipsy. I just had 3 or 4 bottles all in all, and I was already nearing to "outness" (oh goodness I'm soo lame haha). I used to HATE beer, but now I have increased my likeness for it. =) So yeah we spent the night dancing and dancing and drinking but we went home pretty early (almost 1am) but overall it was a great night. When we went out of courtyard I don't know what happened to me anymore, I couldn't walk properly, I saw ppl looking at me funnily and all I remember is that I was laughing a lot. Then when I reached home, BAM off to sleep and woke up with a little hangover. Thank God it wasn't a BAD one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/Imgp0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="before drunkeness" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/Imgp0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="tipsy" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you jump to conclusions. No, I don't usually drink and AM not a drinker. Last night was just one of those nights where you wanna let down your hair and have some fun coz moments like that don't usually happen in my life (in terms of drinking, coz I always had that policy of not needing any booze to liven the party, oh how realized I was wrong =p). And I don't think that most people would pass a time to party. SO yeah, all you gotta do is enjoy life and all the spices which come with it! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-113308311878137155?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113308311878137155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113308311878137155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-virgin.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-113275523088533274</id><published>2005-11-23T21:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T21:22:47.066+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*RANDOMLY write down the names of people you know which come first in your mind from 1-20 then answer the questions below*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wendya&lt;br /&gt;2. Kowil&lt;br /&gt;3. Hazel&lt;br /&gt;4. Norvin&lt;br /&gt;5. Carissa&lt;br /&gt;6. Gian&lt;br /&gt;7. Paulo&lt;br /&gt;8. Agie&lt;br /&gt;9. Noemi&lt;br /&gt;10. G&lt;br /&gt;11. Mark&lt;br /&gt;12. Cristina&lt;br /&gt;13. Alfon&lt;br /&gt;14. Apol&lt;br /&gt;15. TG&lt;br /&gt;16. Saab&lt;br /&gt;17. Handaya&lt;br /&gt;18. Josh&lt;br /&gt;19. Jusviet&lt;br /&gt;20. Ana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How did you meet ..13?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, umm, he's one of my cousin's good friends then my cousin gave my number to him so we became textmates when Smart Unlimited was so big last summer and finally met each other after a long time of not communicating about last month I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you honestly think of 10?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shyet, umm, he's nice. Successful. Honestly? He's hot. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you everliked 3?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh, I like her, she's on of my closest friends..=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would 2 and 11 go out?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha that would be the weirdest coz first and foremost, they're both guys. Second, the other one lives in Jakarta, while the other one in Cebu and third, they have no idea that each other exists. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think 12 is hot?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's ma galpal! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is 8 going out with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one. But soon, there will be someone I guess =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When was the last time you talked to 5?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, it's been quite long. November 8, 2005 in the mall during my last night in Jakarta. Huhu mishu Car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is 1's favorite band?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooo I have NO idea. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does 2 have a crush on 4?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH! Eww, they're guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you ever date 6?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gian? hehe sure why not? Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what is 19s last name?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this TOO well. LUCAS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What does 17 look like?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOhh he's REALLY tall, well built, very fair skin, has highlights on his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what is 10's fantasy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaaa? Umm. I don't know! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What school does 1 go to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's easy, my Alma Mater, Gandhi Memorial International School Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;say anything to 18..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Josh, are u really w/ Delin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where does 9 live?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where she lives used to be my 2nd home. Gading Kirana, Kelapa Gading, North Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are 5 and 6 best friends?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they? Haha but yeah they're pretty close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what's 15's favorite expression?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure, but she likes to call people YADSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;have you ever fought with 16?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we don't know each other personally so obviously NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;do you love 4?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do. It's amazing how the right names just come to the right numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what do u think about no. 20?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my ex-boyfriend's ex-girlfriend. And when they were together, we were VERY close friends. She's pretty, very innocent and angelic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;is no.1 inlove?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what kind of relationship does no. 7 and you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Textmates initially but developed a good friendship through texting. Not the typical "textmates" kinda relationship, but something more I guess, even though we're just texting. Anyways, it's hard to explain, but it's too underrated if I say we're textmates. hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-113275523088533274?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113275523088533274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113275523088533274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2005/11/randomly-write-down-names-of-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-113270741954983406</id><published>2005-11-22T20:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T07:56:59.550+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's time to ask the million dollar question again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took me out, spent the whole afternoon together and had a GREAT time. The lunch, the joyride, the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;So I say, "What do you really want?"&lt;br /&gt;And then you bombard me with a, "I want you to always take care of yourself ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age doesn't matter. You're 25, I'm just 17. Now does it?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-113270741954983406?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113270741954983406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113270741954983406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-time-to-ask-million-dollar.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-113254713049674507</id><published>2005-11-21T11:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T11:25:30.506+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/nightout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/nightout.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out on Saturday night w/ my lovely homegirls. Mai mai and Hazel. We're so "feeling" here. Met up w/ them almost at around 5, went shopping, they bought blouses I bought a new pair of pants. Had fun that night coz we were all going crazy and had sooo many bloopers. Regardless, I love these girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-113254713049674507?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113254713049674507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113254713049674507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2005/11/went-out-on-saturday-night-w-my-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-113254094172097196</id><published>2005-11-18T09:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T11:00:50.053+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and it was absolutely amazing and breathtaking. The visual effects were great, and there were really marvelous elements of laughter. It's really nice to look at and it was beautiful. Just one teeny weeny bit disappointment though, umm, they missed a lot of important parts. For example, they did not include any house-elfs, which were quite essential and played quite big parts in the book, and also about that issue with Rita Skeeter, they didn't elaborate much on it. And the quidditch world cup was soooo bitin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, oh I just loved the movie. All I can say is that when you really watched it, you felt that you were actually in their world, and you could feel the emotions rushing through each and every character. There were many funny lines, and there were also phrases which could make you cry as well. But what amazed me the most was how Voldemort was portrayed. It was soo ugly that it was almost beautiful. It gets you thinking up to the point where you say, "man, is there really anything like that?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were more actions and less dialogue (which was weird since you hardly heard Fleur Delaceour, Viktor Krum and Cho Chang say anything). Everything was sooo..umm how do you put it, like rushed. Even Malfoy's character was rushed. The movie was quite long (about 2 hours and 45 minutes) but it seemed like everything was being compressed and being fit into one small movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the movie was of course, as I would always say it, amazing. Despite the disappointments, it's still Harry Potter. And Harry Potter never fails to give us great entertainment and a wide imagination. I absolutely loved it. I would give it full stars if I had to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-113254094172097196?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113254094172097196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113254094172097196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-watched-harry-potter-and-goblet-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883533.post-113227429121847667</id><published>2005-11-17T22:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T07:58:35.333+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/1600/onesheet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2858/624/320/onesheet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched &lt;b&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/b&gt; a while ago, and it &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rocked&lt;/span&gt;!! Review later, I'm shleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883533-113227429121847667?l=ohjuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113227429121847667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883533/posts/default/113227429121847667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohjuice.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-just-watched-harry-potter-and-goblet.html' title=''/><author><name>Juice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gHWHGyU6ec/STQoO7oOq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/IFNOwBgjtEk/S220/fhh.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
