<?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-11776164</id><updated>2012-01-01T22:40:40.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE URIM &amp; THUMMIM</title><subtitle type='html'>The Spirit is willing, but the Flesh is weak.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>262</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-8223184094748409776</id><published>2009-02-16T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:47:35.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sexy Name (got this from Nick)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Untamed Romeo Imparting Massage" src="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/webimages/handcuffs-m-URIM.png" width="240" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/"&gt;&lt;small&gt;Get Your Sexy Name&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-8223184094748409776?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/8223184094748409776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=8223184094748409776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/8223184094748409776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/8223184094748409776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-sexy-name-got-this-from-nick.html' title='My Sexy Name (got this from Nick)'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-5913872442422039539</id><published>2009-02-13T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T04:39:47.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Got this in facebook but have no idea how notes works. So I'm posting it here&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Leave one memory that you and I had together.&lt;br&gt; It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!&lt;br&gt; Don't send a message, leave a comment on here.&lt;br&gt; Next, I tag all those who read this post.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-5913872442422039539?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/5913872442422039539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=5913872442422039539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/5913872442422039539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/5913872442422039539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2009/02/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-3232658505432121210</id><published>2009-02-10T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:15:26.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to hell...</title><content type='html'>that was the first thing that pop in my head this morning before I went to work. I don't know the reason/s why I said it (I can think of a number of reasons) but what really weirded me out was that I said it like was fact of life. Urim Hernandez will go to hell. I tried saying it again and it was still there, the certainty of it all. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now I guess I have two options either change for the better and hope that a miracle would happen, or just eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow I will be cast down in the lake of fire and brimstone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What do you think?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-3232658505432121210?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/3232658505432121210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=3232658505432121210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/3232658505432121210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/3232658505432121210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-going-to-hell.html' title='I&amp;#39;m going to hell...'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-5980478360143518769</id><published>2009-02-08T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T06:01:55.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week one...</title><content type='html'>Spent four days in the gym this week and I have to say it was freaking hard at first (I actually got sick last Monday), but worth it. I feel more energize than ever before. My next goal now is to continue working out and cut down on my food intake. Wish me luck.&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-5980478360143518769?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/5980478360143518769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=5980478360143518769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/5980478360143518769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/5980478360143518769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-one.html' title='Week one...'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-216484674898690578</id><published>2009-01-31T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:07:40.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO IT BEGINS...</title><content type='html'>I started working out today, I was advised to just do cardio just to "soften the fats". So I ran the treadmill for an hour (not counting the breaks :P). After that I was catching my breath and light-headed. But there was sense of accomplishment after that (it took me the longest time to start). So here's to me and my quest for abs.   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-216484674898690578?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/216484674898690578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=216484674898690578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/216484674898690578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/216484674898690578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-it-begins.html' title='SO IT BEGINS...'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-5537481104063623060</id><published>2009-01-27T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:19:00.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUTURE PSG...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ughernandez.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SX8XjAoKCDMAAGtgXLo1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.ughernandez.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SX8XjAoKCDMAAGtgXLo1/DSC-1108.JPG?et=lZhTRNRGxXakO3hLBPQWYw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;damn I look old and fat ( i definitely need to lose weight).&lt;br&gt;Thank you Ice for the pic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-5537481104063623060?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/5537481104063623060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=5537481104063623060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/5537481104063623060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/5537481104063623060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2009/01/future-psg.html' title='FUTURE PSG...'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-2073665668298341509</id><published>2009-01-23T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:33:34.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I got curious because everyone is taking the test &lt;a href="http://www.9types.com/"&gt;http://www.9types.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h4&gt;The Helper (the Two)&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt;Helpers are warm, concerned, nurturing, and sensitive to other people's needs. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How to Get Along with Me &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Tell me that you appreciate me. Be specific.  &lt;li&gt;Share fun times with me.  &lt;li&gt;Take an interest in my problems, though I will probably try to focus on yours.  &lt;li&gt;Let me know that I am important and special to you.  &lt;li&gt;Be gentle if you decide to criticize me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;In Intimate Relationships &lt;/p&gt; &lt;li&gt;Reassure me that I am intersting to you.  &lt;li&gt;Reassure me often that you love me.  &lt;li&gt;Tell me I'm attractive and that you're glad to be seen with me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;What I Like About Being a Two &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;being able to relate easily to people and to make friends  &lt;li&gt;knowing what people need and being able to make their lives better  &lt;li&gt;being generous, caring, and warm  &lt;li&gt;being sensitive to and perceptive about others' feelings  &lt;li&gt;being enthusiastic and fun-loving, and having a good sense of humor &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;What's Hard About Being a Two &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;not being able to say no  &lt;li&gt;having low self-esteem  &lt;li&gt;feeling drained from overdoing for others  &lt;li&gt;not doing things I really like to do for myself for fear of being selfish  &lt;li&gt;criticizing myself for not feeling as loving as I think I should  &lt;li&gt;being upset that others don't tune in to me as much as I tume in to them  &lt;li&gt;working so hard to be tactful and considerate that I suppress my real feelings &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;Twos as Children Often &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;are very sensitive to disapproval and criticism  &lt;li&gt;try hard to please their parents by being helpful and understanding  &lt;li&gt;are outwardly compliant  &lt;li&gt;are popular or try to be popular with other children  &lt;li&gt;act coy, precocious, or dramatic in order to get attention  &lt;li&gt;are clowns and jokers (the more extroverted Twos), or quiet and shy (the more introverted Twos) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;Twos as Parents &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;are good listeners, love their children unconditionally, and are warm and encouraging (or suffer guilt if they aren't)  &lt;li&gt;are often playful with their children  &lt;li&gt;wonder: "Am I doing it right?" "Am I giving enough?" "Have I caused irreparable damage?"  &lt;li&gt;can become fiercely protective&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-2073665668298341509?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/2073665668298341509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=2073665668298341509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/2073665668298341509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/2073665668298341509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-two.html' title='I&amp;#39;m a Two'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-4148487929258239554</id><published>2009-01-08T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:53:24.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging at work</title><content type='html'>It's nth time that the computer at home broke down (too much porn hehehe! :P). So I'm here at lounge surfing the net. Life has been great so far ( though I've been nursing a cold for a month now). See you around&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-4148487929258239554?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/4148487929258239554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=4148487929258239554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/4148487929258239554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/4148487929258239554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2009/01/blogging-at-work.html' title='Blogging at work'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-6379811289502031005</id><published>2008-12-19T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:24:32.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it's just me...</title><content type='html'>but I feel that my life has been pretty bland and uneventful lately. I need a drink &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png"&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-6379811289502031005?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/6379811289502031005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=6379811289502031005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6379811289502031005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6379811289502031005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-it-just-me.html' title='I think it&amp;#39;s just me...'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-3720498856926039965</id><published>2008-11-13T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:41:58.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asthma attacks</title><content type='html'>Trying to take off my mind of not being able to breath right now I decided to write down what in my head, unfortunately it's a mess right now then remembered &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline;" href="http://silverhakai.multiply.com/journal/item/187/Trying_to_Get_My_Wordplay"&gt;Meow&lt;/a&gt; had this on his multiply. Decided to give it a shot. It's just random words and thoughts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/310598/Untitled" title="Wordle: Untitled"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/310598/Untitled" style="border: 1px solid rgb(221, 221, 221);padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-3720498856926039965?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/3720498856926039965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=3720498856926039965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/3720498856926039965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/3720498856926039965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/11/asthma-attacks.html' title='Asthma attacks'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-1899792959639081674</id><published>2008-10-12T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:42:52.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANG KARIBAL KO SA ATTENSYON SA GIRLFRIEND KO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ughernandez.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPHh6goKCDMAAAcQDxg1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.ughernandez.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SPHh6goKCDMAAAcQDxg1/danielcraig2.jpg?et=hY7KclsWxEyDq4ULpwCwbg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lugi ata ko ah!   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-1899792959639081674?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/1899792959639081674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=1899792959639081674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/1899792959639081674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/1899792959639081674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/10/ang-karibal-ko-sa-attensyon-sa.html' title='ANG KARIBAL KO SA ATTENSYON SA GIRLFRIEND KO'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-5304408409013421031</id><published>2008-10-12T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:51:09.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST NEEDED TO GET IT OUT</title><content type='html'>I know I shouldn't be complaining since it was my fault, but I know that it's not fair to be treated like you have not done nothing right in your life. That's all. thanks   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-5304408409013421031?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/5304408409013421031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=5304408409013421031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/5304408409013421031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/5304408409013421031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-needed-to-get-it-out.html' title='JUST NEEDED TO GET IT OUT'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-4653552203500419874</id><published>2008-08-25T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:38:18.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT ONE :D</title><content type='html'>  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.ughernandez.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SLKY@goKCDMAAGhTehI1/LotUSBoxCover.jpg?et=RYbZU12DvP2dv3BbCmLSnw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure1.white-wolf.com/catalog/product_info.php?products_id=992"&gt;http://secure1.white-wolf.com/catalog/product_info.php?products_id=992&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now to start saving...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-4653552203500419874?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/4653552203500419874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=4653552203500419874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/4653552203500419874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/4653552203500419874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-want-one-d.html' title='I WANT ONE :D'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-3717032515059013163</id><published>2008-08-17T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:12:25.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KAMUKHA KO BA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.ughernandez.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SKgVPAoKCDMAAEcZmxo1/urim-hernandezyahoo.com-3c8f6be5.jpg?et=CQiIPWD%2BWUuBaNWWOCl2xg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Got this from Joyce, though I'm having second thoughts if it looks anything like me. What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/tim/Desktop/urim_hernandez@yahoo.com_3c8f6be5.jpg" alt=""&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-3717032515059013163?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/3717032515059013163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=3717032515059013163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/3717032515059013163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/3717032515059013163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/08/kamukha-ko-ba.html' title='KAMUKHA KO BA?'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-1867505844346433854</id><published>2008-08-17T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T19:57:35.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BENNY LAVA</title><content type='html'>  &lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZA1NoOOoaNw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZA1NoOOoaNw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Something that Tobie shared to us this morning. Can't stop laughing. Love the Goat. Enjoy!!! &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-1867505844346433854?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/1867505844346433854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=1867505844346433854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/1867505844346433854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/1867505844346433854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/08/benny-lava.html' title='BENNY LAVA'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-1138988655955436484</id><published>2008-08-03T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T14:52:08.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DR. HORRIBLE'S SING-A-LONG BLOG</title><content type='html'>A repost from Tobie's blog&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Freeze Ray!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/Z4kt7M5Uta51JuIDJV6HeQ"&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/Z4kt7M5Uta51JuIDJV6HeQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  ="" width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-1138988655955436484?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/1138988655955436484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=1138988655955436484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/1138988655955436484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/1138988655955436484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/08/dr-horrible-sing-long-blog.html' title='DR. HORRIBLE&amp;#39;S SING-A-LONG BLOG'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-8482214118360839164</id><published>2008-07-29T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:46:54.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>        &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vc_RIRCAF_w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vc_RIRCAF_w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do you hear me, &lt;br&gt;I'm talking to you &lt;br&gt;Across the water across the deep blue ocean &lt;br&gt;Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams &lt;br&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea &lt;br&gt;I keep you with me in my heart &lt;br&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend &lt;br&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been &lt;br&gt;Lucky to be coming home again &lt;br&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;They don't know how long it takes &lt;br&gt;Waiting for a love like this &lt;br&gt;Every time we say goodbye &lt;br&gt;I wish we had one more kiss &lt;br&gt;I'll wait for you I promise you, I will &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend &lt;br&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been &lt;br&gt;Lucky to be coming home again &lt;br&gt;Lucky we're in love every way &lt;br&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed &lt;br&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea &lt;br&gt;To an island where we'll meet &lt;br&gt;You'll hear the music fill the air &lt;br&gt;I'll put a flower in your hair &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;though the breezes through trees &lt;br&gt;Move so pretty you're all I see &lt;br&gt;As the world keeps spinning round &lt;br&gt;You hold me right here right now &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend &lt;br&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been &lt;br&gt;Lucky to be coming home again &lt;br&gt;I'm lucky we're in love every way &lt;br&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed &lt;br&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh &lt;br&gt;Ooooh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Feeling lucky right now (Aprile's beside me &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-8482214118360839164?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/8482214118360839164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=8482214118360839164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/8482214118360839164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/8482214118360839164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/07/lucky.html' title='Lucky'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-1418999979801409945</id><published>2008-07-26T07:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T11:10:33.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally prayed...</title><content type='html'>It has been a couple of years now since knelt down in earnest prayer. It is quite odd for someone like me who was born and raise in our church. I even served a mission. but when I came back praying became more of duty than gift that should treasured. I won't share the reason behind though.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At first, I tried kneeling in prayer but my mind was blank. I had no words to say to Him and doubt was creeping in my mind if it was worth the effort (it has been years why start again I did survive). Then I remembered one class in sunday school when I was a kid, that you can start a prayer with song. I remembered my favorite song, it was "O Lord, My Redeemer". A song we sang much when I was still in a choir (I use too sing :P).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And the Roman soldiers laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; When they saw their pris'ner stumble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; He did not revile them back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; And wondering, I asked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; "Who was this man so humble?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; And a woman at my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Choked on her reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Though she struggled not to weep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; The tears poured down her cheek,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Her heart breaking as she cried:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; "Oh Lord, my Redeemer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Thou has done so much for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Oh Lord, my Redeemer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; All my love I give to Thee!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; And the crowd went pushing on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; I felt compelled to follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; I knew that they were wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; How they mocked Him all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Suddenly my heart felt hollow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; For they nailed Him to a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; On a hill called Calvary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; While I stood there filled with wonder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; The heavens roared with thunder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; And again I heard this plea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; "Oh Lord, my Redeemer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Thou has done so much for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Oh Lord, my Redeemer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; All my love I give to Thee!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; I could not forget His face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; As I wandered from that place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; With the questions ever burning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; I put myself to learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; And each answer came with grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; And I knelt in earnest prayer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; His memory still there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; And the more that I'd enquire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; The hotter burned the fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; I found joy beyond compare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; And the day turned into three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Morning found me in a garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Where the gentle April breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Returned me to my knees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Pleading for a pardon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; And I can't say when or why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; I opened up my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; But his feet were there before me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; But His hands were open o'er me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; And His face I recognized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; "Oh Lord, my Redeemer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Thou has done so much for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Oh Lord, my Redeemer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; All my love I give to Thee!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I started to crying when I needed my prayer and ended up pouring out my heart. All the aches and pains, doubts, hate and dreams, and I mean everything. It was wonderful to be able to that for a long time. I guess this the first step and hopefully not the last.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-1418999979801409945?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/1418999979801409945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=1418999979801409945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/1418999979801409945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/1418999979801409945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-finally-prayed.html' title='I finally prayed...'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-6427700796763272996</id><published>2008-07-18T03:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T07:58:53.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NIGHTMARE</title><content type='html'>   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I couldn’t move and really didn’t want too. I was bound by chains that seem to pierce my body multiple times. There were three in each arm, four in each leg, one in each shoulder, one through the chest and three in stomach. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t see where the chains began or ended, I can see only where it entered in my body, with blood and gore dripping in the chains. The links of the change were made from different materials, although I had no idea how. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It held me in place, I couldn’t move, but I wasn’t scared, in fact I felt safe. The safest I felt in years, even though it was scary and I was paralyzed I felt like I was in a sanctuary of some sort. Then everything seems to move slowly, the clink of chains and the grinding of metal to bone and flesh. At first, I wanted to scream as though I have been doing this for years but nothing came out of my mouth. I was tired, I felt numb. I was expecting pain but emptiness has replaced it. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I finally saw the end of chains, jagged prongs much like what you see in meat shop, all rusty and seemed to be encrusted in something black which have the stench of rotten meat and for a moment it was first time I smelled something but it felt I already knew it before. In one swift motion they seem to rip me apart. I was barely whole and was falling pretty fast, and still there was no fear, no pain, and as if I was expecting it all to happen. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I falling pretty fast that I could barely see anything around me, well maybe for that thing the use to be my hand or liver. Oddly, I started to slow down until I gradually came to a halt. Smiling or at least I thought I was with the thought that I really didn’t miss much on my way down. The walls were bare and gray; there wasn’t much to see except for a few vital organs by my side. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;As I lay there waiting, I heard familiar footsteps. Calmly waiting for the person I knew to approach me already, I began to think of what I would like for dinner, though I highly doubted it would be possible given my condition at the moment. Then the footsteps stopped and I was staring directly at myself, for the first time I felt fear. Fear so great I ended screaming myself up. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-6427700796763272996?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/6427700796763272996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=6427700796763272996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6427700796763272996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6427700796763272996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/07/nightmare.html' title='NIGHTMARE'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-496388395273489525</id><published>2008-07-11T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T20:42:48.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In much pain right now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I sprain my ankle yesteday (It's my first time :P). It still hurt like hell when I try to move it. I already tried hot and cold compress but I guess I have to wait for three days, to feel better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-496388395273489525?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/496388395273489525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=496388395273489525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/496388395273489525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/496388395273489525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-much-pain-right-now.html' title='In much pain right now.'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-4007923867197746909</id><published>2008-07-10T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T04:29:09.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE HAPPY BUNNY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ughernandez.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SHUerwoKCDMAAAnXbIw1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.ughernandez.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SHUerwoKCDMAAAnXbIw1/bunny.JPG?et=E93so41GLQaqQGNccg9nEg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FOR APRILE!!! I LOVE YOU!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-4007923867197746909?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/4007923867197746909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=4007923867197746909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/4007923867197746909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/4007923867197746909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-happy-bunny.html' title='ONE HAPPY BUNNY!!!'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-2150160558481696599</id><published>2008-07-08T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T15:07:55.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Alive!!!</title><content type='html'>My PC is back in action! After experiencing the blue screen of death (Damn you windows!). Unfortunately I have to install everything all over again. Oh well, life's a bitch. You just need to learn how to deal with her.   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-2150160558481696599?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/2150160558481696599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=2150160558481696599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/2150160558481696599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/2150160558481696599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-alive.html' title='It&amp;#39;s Alive!!!'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-480696149074520845</id><published>2008-07-02T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T11:59:42.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUCK AT WORK</title><content type='html'>My head is spinning already. I'll be going home only to take a bath.&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-480696149074520845?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/480696149074520845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=480696149074520845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/480696149074520845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/480696149074520845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/07/stuck-at-work.html' title='STUCK AT WORK'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-5099307629314073716</id><published>2008-06-30T04:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T08:45:11.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity Crisis - What is in a name?</title><content type='html'> &lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="jak1976" author_possessive="jak1976's"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Arial;"&gt;(Taken from Jak) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rules are simple, list all the different names people have for you and who they are. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ms. Urim- Most people who has no idea if I'm a guy or a girl. Apparently my name is a girl's                name to some countries&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;U- most of my friends do&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Elder Hernandez/Elder- during my missionary days. I actually felt weird to be called by my                                         first name when I got back&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Propeta- from one member in Luna, La Union from my missionay day&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Urin- from those kids who like to tease me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ihi- more of an insult actually&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dwayne Johnson/The Rock- by NWA friends.  Must learn how to raise the eyebrow&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Daddy/Daddy U- only use by my "kids" in the MIR.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kuya/Kuya u/Kuyau-from kids to people I have kuya complex on&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Macauly Culkin- (di ko alam kung tama ang spelling) from adults who thought i was cute                                 when a kid.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Matet- from adults who really thought I was cute when I was a kid.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ugh- like the cartoon character from the cartoon network. Its my initials.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;HERNANDEZ!- from my teachers who caught me sleeping ( may kasama pang "go home and plant kamote!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mike- from DBG people who thinks I look like Mike Valencia&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;bunny/hunny/tummy/piggy- only Aprile is allowed to call me this, unless you wanna argue                                             with her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-5099307629314073716?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/5099307629314073716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=5099307629314073716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/5099307629314073716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/5099307629314073716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/06/identity-crisis-what-is-in-name.html' title='Identity Crisis - What is in a name?'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-6042237558010234772</id><published>2008-06-30T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T08:01:16.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU J.O.R.</title><content type='html'>for making our face hurt from laughing...&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-6042237558010234772?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/6042237558010234772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=6042237558010234772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6042237558010234772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6042237558010234772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/06/thank-you-jor.html' title='THANK YOU J.O.R.'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-7711871575916303964</id><published>2008-06-26T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:00:01.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Guts, No Glory [Taken from Nick]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;Statistically speaking, unless you are a total hermit, a social retard, or ugly as a putrid bum, there is at least one person in your multiply network that has a crush on, wants to date you, wants to sleep with you or simply just wants to kiss you. So... let's play "No Guts, No Glory!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;&lt;br style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;The rules are simple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;&lt;br style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;   1. If you want to date the person who posted this, send a Personal Message, not a reply to this post, saying "Coffee?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;   2. If you have a crush on the person who posted this, send a Personal Message saying"You're hot!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;   3. If you just want to sleep with them &amp; stay friends, send them a message that says "Nice shoes!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;   4. If you simply just want to kiss the person who posted this, send a Personal Message saying, "I do!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;&lt;br style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;SCARED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;&lt;br style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;The only rule is that, you must not make anyone who sends you a personal message feel stupid for feeling that way about you. Acknowledge. Say thank you. Move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;&lt;br style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;IF YOU'VE READ THIS, YOU HAVE TO REPOST THIS, EVEN IF YOU'RE TAKEN &amp; see who replies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;&lt;br style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;SO... re-post this as "No Guts, No Glory", as it doesn't matter if you're married, in a relationship, or single. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;&lt;br style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);"&gt;You opened it so you HAVE to repost it! A test of your bravery!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-7711871575916303964?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/7711871575916303964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=7711871575916303964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/7711871575916303964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/7711871575916303964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-guts-no-glory-taken-from-nick.html' title='No Guts, No Glory [Taken from Nick]'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-1739095437585804637</id><published>2008-06-26T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:49:44.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"&gt;&lt;font face="ms gothic, gothic" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ughernandez.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/4/6"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.ughernandez.multiply.com/image/2/photos/4/300x300/6/3052076122086l.jpg?et=mLUEIwwE3YYr,tYlfI1SBg&amp;nmid=50372765" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I saw an old picture of mine back when I was still a missionary.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://ughernandez.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/4/6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="ms gothic, gothic" size="3"&gt; Yes people! I was once in my life a Mormon missionary (Di halata noh!) . It brought back a lot of good and bad memories. All the miles we walked, the times you got chased by dogs, being called a cult and in one case an antichrist. All the tears you cried and the laughter’s you shared with the people you have learn to love. Something I will cherish for the rest of my life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://ughernandez.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/4/6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-1739095437585804637?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/1739095437585804637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=1739095437585804637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/1739095437585804637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/1739095437585804637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/06/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-5019852754282424276</id><published>2008-06-17T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T02:42:28.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Want Cookie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; " face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Cookie Monster&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/cookie-monster.jpg" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Misunderstood as a primal monster, you're a true hedonist with a huge sweet tooth.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are usually feeling: Hungry. Cookies are preferred, but you'll eat anything if cookies aren't around.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are famous for: Your slightly crazy eyes and usual way of speaking&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How you life your life: In the moment. "Me want COOKIE!" &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/"&gt;The Sesame Street Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-5019852754282424276?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/5019852754282424276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=5019852754282424276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/5019852754282424276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/5019852754282424276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-want-cookie.html' title='Me Want Cookie!'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-7129761649569790933</id><published>2008-06-15T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T03:11:44.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT SOMETIMES HELP TO HAVE SOMEONE SAY THAT WHAT YOU'RE THINKING IS STUPID...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-7129761649569790933?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/7129761649569790933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=7129761649569790933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/7129761649569790933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/7129761649569790933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-sometimes-help-to-have-someone-say.html' title='IT SOMETIMES HELP TO HAVE SOMEONE SAY THAT WHAT YOU&amp;#39;RE THINKING IS STUPID...'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-6855889777115928837</id><published>2008-06-10T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:24:46.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Ending lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJeHk1gDT68&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJeHk1gDT68&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;br&gt; I'm not pretending.&lt;br&gt; No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;br&gt; No Happy Ending.&lt;br&gt; This is the way that we love,&lt;br&gt; Like it's forever.&lt;br&gt; Then live the rest of our life,&lt;br&gt; But not together.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life&lt;br&gt; Can't get no love without sacrifice&lt;br&gt; If anything should happen, I guess I wish you well&lt;br&gt; A little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; This is the hardest story that I've ever told&lt;br&gt; No hope, or love, or glory&lt;br&gt; Happy endings gone forever more&lt;br&gt; I feel as if I feel as if I'm wasted&lt;br&gt; And I'm wastin' everyday&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; This is the way you left me,&lt;br&gt; I'm not pretending.&lt;br&gt; No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;br&gt; No Happy Ending.&lt;br&gt; This is the way that we love,&lt;br&gt; Like it's forever.&lt;br&gt; Then live the rest of our life,&lt;br&gt; But not together.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 2 o'clock in the morning, something's on my mind&lt;br&gt; Can't get no rest; keep walkin' around&lt;br&gt; If I pretend that nothin' ever went wrong, I can get to my sleep&lt;br&gt; I can think that we just carried on&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; This is the hardest story that I've ever told&lt;br&gt; No hope, or love, or glory&lt;br&gt; Happy endings gone forever more&lt;br&gt; I feel as if I feel as if I'm wasted&lt;br&gt; And I'm wastin' everyday&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; This is the way you left me,&lt;br&gt; I'm not pretending.&lt;br&gt; No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;br&gt; No Happy Ending.&lt;br&gt; This is the way that we love,&lt;br&gt; Like it's forever.&lt;br&gt; Then live the rest of our life,&lt;br&gt; But not together.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; A Little bit of love, little bit of love&lt;br&gt; Little bit of love, little bit of love &lt;i&gt;[repeat]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I feel as if I'm wasted&lt;br&gt; And I'm wastin' everyday&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; This is the way you left me,&lt;br&gt; I'm not pretending.&lt;br&gt; No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;br&gt; No Happy Ending.&lt;br&gt; This is the way that we love,&lt;br&gt; Like it's forever.&lt;br&gt; To live the rest of our life,&lt;br&gt; But not together.  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-6855889777115928837?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/6855889777115928837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=6855889777115928837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6855889777115928837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6855889777115928837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-ending-lyrics.html' title='Happy Ending lyrics'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-9087878761056589466</id><published>2008-06-08T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T13:59:39.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'</title><content type='html'>  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-9087878761056589466?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/9087878761056589466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=9087878761056589466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/9087878761056589466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/9087878761056589466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/06/i.html' title='I&amp;#39;'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-6757676418995808512</id><published>2008-06-05T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T11:51:00.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new love... the beauty salon</title><content type='html'> I never quite understood before why a lot of people love going to beauty salons. Its expensive, and hair will eventually grow back anyways. I really didn't care what my hair looks like, as long that its there i'm ok. Until it was pointed out to me that I look like crap and the stress was showing itself to blatantly. I realized that I wasn't taking care of myself anymore. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I decided to go to the nearest salon I can find and have myself a haircut. As the stylist (that's their job title, so from now I will call them stylist :P) asking me what I wanted, he also keep on suggesting treatments I should also have. I actually heard of those things but have no idea what it actually is, so decided to get the hair spa as well (it actually had a free haircut, so what the heck)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was actually very relaxing that i was trying to fight myself from dozing off. It really felt good and I looked human again. The stress i was feeling was greatly reduced by the hair spa and hair cut. Two birds in one stone. hehehe!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Now I'm contemplating on what to try next time (those facial treatments sounds interesting). So the next I feel stressed out, you'll know where to find me. hehehehe&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-6757676418995808512?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/6757676418995808512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=6757676418995808512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6757676418995808512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6757676418995808512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-new-love-beauty-salon.html' title='My new love... the beauty salon'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-3770223154797266662</id><published>2008-06-04T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:22:23.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Alive</title><content type='html'>Stole this from Duday, got some pretty interesting answer. Aprile made sure I answered honestly. hehehehe!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rules:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &gt; Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br&gt; &gt; For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br&gt; &gt; You must write down that song title no matter how silly it sounds!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;If someone says "is that okay", you say?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;Wish You were here by Incubus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;What would best describe your personality?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;Tears to Shed by Helena Bonham Carter in the Corpse Bride&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; (I’m a talking corpse)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;What do you like in a girl/boy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;Guerilla Radio by Rage against the Machine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Kailangan kaya niyang mahalin ang isang bakulaw na katulad ko)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;How do you feel today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;Angels by Robbie Williams&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(I’m gonna die soon! huhuhuhu!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;What is your life's purpose?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;Love you till the end by The Pogues&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; (Masaya yung katabi ko)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;What is your motto?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;She loves you by the Beatles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; (huh?)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;What do your friends think of you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;Stuck in the Middle by Mika&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(stuck between the middle of what?)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;What do you think of your parents?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;Ang Pag-ibig kong ito by Moonstar 88&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; (di naman!)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;What do you very often think about?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;Crossroads by Cream&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; (decisions, decisions, desicions)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;What do you think of your bestie?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;Gemini by Spongecola'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; (Thank God my best friend is also my Girlfriend!) &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;What do you think of the person you like?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;Now comes the night by Rob Thomas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; (:P sa kin na lang yun)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;What is your life story?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;Iris by Goo goo Dolls&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; (ang drama naman)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;Take it off by the Donnas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Oo inaamin gusto kong maging Callboy!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;What do you think when you see the person you like?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;Vanilla Ice Cream by Stephen Lynch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; (very true!) &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;What do your parents think of you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;How do you do by Roxette&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; (huh?)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;What will they play at your funeral?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;Wherever I May Roam by Metallica&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; (kahit sa kabilang buhay pakalat-kalat ako)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;What is your hobby, or interest?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;No such thing by John Mayer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; (My Schizophrenia is back, no such thing as the real world daw eh!)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;What is your biggest fear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;Way back into love by Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; (yup, love is a scary thing)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;What is your biggest secret?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;Phantom of the Opera by Gerard Butler and Emmy Rossum&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; (Hehehehe!)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;What song will be the subject when you repost?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;Staying Alive by the Bee Gees&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-3770223154797266662?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/3770223154797266662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=3770223154797266662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/3770223154797266662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/3770223154797266662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/06/staying-alive.html' title='Staying Alive'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-7279481184409055801</id><published>2008-06-04T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T05:57:22.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOING BEYOND YOUR BODy'S LIMIT...</title><content type='html'>wlll cause you to shut down for a day. Trust me on that, I learned it the hard way.&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-7279481184409055801?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/7279481184409055801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=7279481184409055801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/7279481184409055801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/7279481184409055801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/06/going-beyond-your-body-limit.html' title='GOING BEYOND YOUR BODy&amp;#39;S LIMIT...'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-1291806360012458313</id><published>2008-05-29T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T05:13:27.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Square Root of 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;BY KUMAR &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sure that I will always be&lt;br&gt;A lonely number like root three&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The three is all that's good and right,&lt;br&gt;Why must my three keep out of sight&lt;br&gt;Beneath the vicious square root sign,&lt;br&gt;I wish instead I were a nine&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For nine could thwart this evil trick,&lt;br&gt;with just some quick arithmetic&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321&lt;br&gt;Such is my reality, a sad irrationality&lt;br&gt;When hark! What is this I see,&lt;br&gt;Another square root of a three&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As quietly co-waltzing by,&lt;br&gt;Together now we multiply&lt;br&gt;To form a number we prefer,&lt;br&gt;Rejoicing as an integer&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We break free from our mortal bonds&lt;br&gt;With the wave of magic wands&lt;br&gt;Our square root signs become unglued&lt;br&gt;Your love for me has been renewed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know it's lame to most people but i kinda like it :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-1291806360012458313?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/1291806360012458313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=1291806360012458313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/1291806360012458313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/1291806360012458313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/05/square-root-of-3.html' title='The Square Root of 3'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-426425805418653729</id><published>2008-05-13T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T02:53:16.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DO NOT ARGUE WITH YOUR BOSS YOU WILL LOOSE...:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-426425805418653729?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/426425805418653729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=426425805418653729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/426425805418653729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/426425805418653729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-not-argue-with-your-boss-you-will.html' title='DO NOT ARGUE WITH YOUR BOSS YOU WILL LOOSE...:)'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-538008309471224712</id><published>2008-05-09T05:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T09:57:59.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you Piggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" size="6"&gt;Happy Monthsary! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/rose.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/rose.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-538008309471224712?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/538008309471224712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=538008309471224712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/538008309471224712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/538008309471224712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-you-piggy.html' title='I love you Piggy'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-9168317990632929312</id><published>2008-05-07T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T05:00:43.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Slow Dancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE cellPadding=5&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD&gt; &lt;H2 style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 5px; WIDTH: 560px"&gt; &lt;P&gt;Stole this from Tobs. Pretty interesting&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;The Slow Dancer&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/H2&gt; &lt;H3 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px; WIDTH: 560px"&gt;Deliberate Gentle Love Dreamer (&lt;SPAN style="shmolor: red"&gt;DGLD&lt;/SPAN&gt;)&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;IMG style="FLOAT: left" alt="The Slow Dancer" src="http://panther.is0.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/DGLDm.gif" border=1&gt;  &lt;DIV id=text-n-opp style="DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: right; WIDTH: 560px"&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN: 10px 0px"&gt;Steady, reliable, and cradling her tenderly. Take a deep breath, and let it out real easy...you are &lt;STRONG&gt;The Slow Dancer&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN: 10px 0px"&gt;Your focus is love, not sex, and for your age, you have average experience. But you're a great, thoughtful guy, and your love life improves every year. There's also a powerful elimination process working in your favor: most Playboy types get stuck raising unwanted kids before you even &lt;I&gt;begin&lt;/I&gt; settling down. The women left over will be hot and yours. Your &lt;STRONG&gt;ideal woman&lt;/STRONG&gt; is someone intimate, intelligent, and very supportive. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN: 10px 0px"&gt;While you're not exactly the life of the party, you do thrive in small groups of smart people. Your circle of friends is extra tight and it's HIGHLY likely they're just like you. You appreciate symmetry in relationships. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;DIV id=exact-opposite style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ddd 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ddd 1px solid; FONT-SIZE: 90%; BACKGROUND: #eee; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 30px 0px 0px; BORDER-LEFT: #ddd 1px solid; WIDTH: 220px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ddd 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN: 10px 0px 0px; WIDTH: 220px"&gt;Your exact male opposite:&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="WIDTH: 220px"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;The Hornivore&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ddd 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: #ddd 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: #fff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #ddd 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ddd 1px solid" alt="The Hornivore" src="http://panther.is0.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/RBSMm_thumb.gif" border=1&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN: 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Random Brutal Sex Master&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P id=avoid style="MARGIN: 25px 0px 0px"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: uppercase; shmolor: red"&gt;Always avoid: &lt;/SPAN&gt;The Battleaxe (DBLM)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P id=consider style="MARGIN: 25px 0px 0px"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: uppercase; shmolor: blue"&gt;Consider: &lt;/SPAN&gt;The Maid of Honor (DGLM), The Sonnet (DGLD)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD&gt;Link: &lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test"&gt;&lt;B&gt;The Online Dating Persona Test&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/A&gt; | &lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;B&gt;OkCupid&lt;/B&gt; - free online dating &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/A&gt;| &lt;B&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;Dating&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;My profile name: : &lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=ughernandez"&gt;&lt;B&gt;ughernandez&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-9168317990632929312?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/9168317990632929312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=9168317990632929312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/9168317990632929312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/9168317990632929312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/05/slow-dancer.html' title='The Slow Dancer'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-8674373070472758746</id><published>2008-05-01T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T19:20:53.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>I want to watch Ironman....&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-8674373070472758746?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/8674373070472758746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=8674373070472758746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/8674373070472758746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/8674373070472758746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-711848192865189477</id><published>2008-05-01T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T04:39:06.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Stole this from a lot of people. hehehe!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Dear Aprile,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim; mso-fareast-language: KO"&gt;our horoscope doesn't match.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; I think I realized it w&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim; mso-fareast-language: KO"&gt;hen I quoted Santa&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; u&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim; mso-fareast-language: KO"&gt;nder the bus&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; and &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim; mso-fareast-language: KO"&gt;ignored&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim; mso-fareast-language: KO"&gt;my father.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I'm sure you're &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim; mso-fareast-language: KO"&gt;cowardly&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; enough to understand &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim; mso-fareast-language: KO"&gt;that I get turned on by garbage men.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I'm returning &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim; mso-fareast-language: KO"&gt;the couch cushions&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; to you, but I'll keep &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim; mso-fareast-language: KO"&gt;your criminal record&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; as a memory.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You should also know that I &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim; mso-fareast-language: KO"&gt;never openly mocked&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim; mso-fareast-language: KO"&gt;the incarnation as an Eskimo&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;BR style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim; mso-fareast-language: KO"&gt;Good luck on your short-term leave from jail,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim; mso-fareast-language: KO"&gt;Urim&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;[ Do it like this ]&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Dear (the person who last texted/messaged you),&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized it ___2___ ___3___ and ___4___ ___5___.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;___12___,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;-Your name-&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim; mso-fareast-language: KO"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim; mso-fareast-language: KO"&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;BR&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;BR&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;BR&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;BR&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;BR&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;BR&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;BR&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;BR&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;BR&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;BR&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;BR&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;BR&gt;January - That night&lt;BR&gt;February - Last year&lt;BR&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;BR&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;BR&gt;May - First of May&lt;BR&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;BR&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;BR&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;BR&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;BR&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;BR&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;BR&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;BR&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;BR&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;BR&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;BR&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;BR&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;BR&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;BR&gt;Kebab - With Paris Hilton&lt;BR&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;BR&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;BR&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;BR&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;BR&gt;Annat - With George Bush and his wife&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;BR&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;BR&gt;Red - Insulted&lt;BR&gt;Black - Ignored&lt;BR&gt;Blue - Knocked out&lt;BR&gt;Purple - Poured syrup on&lt;BR&gt;White - Carved your initials into&lt;BR&gt;Grey - Pulled the clothes off&lt;BR&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;BR&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Orange&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; - Castrated&lt;BR&gt;Pink - Pulled the toupee off&lt;BR&gt;Barefoot - Sat at&lt;BR&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;BR&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;BR&gt;White - My father&lt;BR&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;BR&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;BR&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;BR&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;BR&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;BR&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;BR&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;BR&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;BR&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;BR&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;BR&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;BR&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;BR&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;BR&gt;Heroes -Frostbitten&lt;BR&gt;Lost - High&lt;BR&gt;House -Scarred&lt;BR&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;BR&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;BR&gt;Idol - Masochistic&lt;BR&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;BR&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;BR&gt;Annat - Ashamed&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;BR&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;BR&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;BR&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;BR&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;BR&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;BR&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;BR&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;BR&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;BR&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;BR&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;BR&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;BR&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;BR&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;BR&gt;White - Your ring&lt;BR&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;BR&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;BR&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;BR&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;BR&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;BR&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;BR&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;BR&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;BR&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;BR&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;BR&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;BR&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;BR&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;BR&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;BR&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;BR&gt;I/J - The results of blood-sample&lt;BR&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;BR&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;BR&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;BR&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;BR&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;BR&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;BR&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;BR&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;BR&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;BR&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;BR&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;BR&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;BR&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;BR&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;BR&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;BR&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;BR&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;BR&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;BR&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;BR&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;BR&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;BR&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;BR&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;BR&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;BR&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;BR&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;BR&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;BR&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;BR&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;BR&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;BR&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;BR&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;BR&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;BR&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;BR&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;BR&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;BR&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;BR&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;BR&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;BR&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;BR&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;BR&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;BR&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;BR&gt;France - In pain&lt;BR&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim; mso-fareast-language: KO"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim; mso-fareast-language: KO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- --&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-711848192865189477?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/711848192865189477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=711848192865189477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/711848192865189477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/711848192865189477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/05/what.html' title='What the...'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-2257096456351818020</id><published>2008-04-23T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:13:00.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'> Gastroenteritis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;" size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gastroenteritis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is a condition that causes irritation and inflammation of the stomach and intestines (the gastrointestinal tract). An infection may be caused by bacteria or parasites in spoiled food or unclean water. Some foods may irritate your stomach and cause gastroenteritis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.emedicinehealth.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=7809"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lactose intolerance to dairy products is one example.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Many people who experience the vomiting and diarrhea that develop from these types of infections or irritations think they have "food poisoning," which they may, or call it "stomach flu&lt;a href="http://www.emedicinehealth.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=365"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;," although influenza has nothing to do with it.-www.emedicinehealth.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;There goes the steak...&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-2257096456351818020?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/2257096456351818020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=2257096456351818020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/2257096456351818020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/2257096456351818020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/04/gastroenteritis.html' title=' Gastroenteritis'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-2792917049770577001</id><published>2008-04-06T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T01:20:31.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTEMPTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/R-kBhAoKCDMAAHlJb-Q1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.ughernandez.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-kBhAoKCDMAAHlJb-Q1/untitled.JPG?et=nh6Ca5DnP5jFsV2%2BBQbU9Q&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I again tried to be a little artistic or at least that what I think it is. I do have some difficulty in expressing myself and trust me, trying to express my self in writing is proving really difficult, I'm kinda use to short description like "I'm happy today" and that's about it. So please I beg your forgiveness for the errors. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, I always like looking at glass stained windows. There something about them that makes me stare and kinda feel that peolpe are like them. The way the colors compliment each other, and that each of them has story to tell eager to share to anyone willing to hear or see it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The way the light dances through every piece of glass. Sometimes you actually feel the emotion that its sharing. Maybe, I'm thinking too much (most likely) and I'm putting too much meaning too things, but I really love how it feels.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So here's my one of my attempts in art. I always try to, but I don't usually have the guts to click save, and it's usually because I think it's pathetically ugly (even a four-year could do better), its to depressing for me, or I feel stupid because I can only use paint with some degree of competence (still studying adobe). :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-2792917049770577001?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/2792917049770577001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=2792917049770577001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/2792917049770577001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/2792917049770577001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/04/attempts.html' title='ATTEMPTS'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-6737811150554432901</id><published>2008-04-06T06:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T10:28:13.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got it this from Lyn: I robbed my lover because I'm good in bed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="forsaketh" author_possessive="forsaketh's"&gt; &lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="nikkiarevalo" author_possessive="nikkiarevalo's"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Select the month you were born in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;1 (Jan) - I stabbed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;2 (Feb) - I needed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;3 (Mar) - I ran naked with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;4 (Apr) - I killed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;5 (May) - I jumped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;6 (June)- I smoked with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;7 (July) - I ran shirtless with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;8 (Aug) - I banged &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;9 (Sept) - I shot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;10 (Oct) - I robbed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;11 (Nov) -I slapped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;12 (Dec) - I cuddled with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pick the day (number) you were born on&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;01 - the trojan man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;02 - a homeless guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;03 -a homo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;04 - A mop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;05 - a dog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;06 - a rock star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;07 – Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;08 - my lover&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;09 - a toothbrush &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;10 - my boyfriend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;11 - a glass of milk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;12 - a teletubby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;13 - the cookie monster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;14 - a drunk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;15 - a crack head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;16 - a cat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;17 - a bum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;18 - a whore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;19 - a hobo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;20 - a stripper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;21 - a porn star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;22 - Barney the dinosaur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;23 - the kool-aid man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;24 - an easter egg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;25 - my ex girlfriend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;26 - a hottie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;27 - a bag of weed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;28 - a french fry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;29 - your mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;30 - a bowl of cereal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;31 - jezzy the snowman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Pick the color of shirt you are wearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;White         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;-     because that bitch stole my taco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Black          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;-     because I love marijuana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Pink            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;-     because I’m good in bed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Red             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;-     because I have AMAZING boobs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Brown         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;-     because I still love him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Polka Dots &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;-     because I hate my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Purple         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;-     because I’m gay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Grey            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;-     because I’m sexy like that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Other          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;-     because I have double D’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Green          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;-     because I love to snort cocaine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Orange       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;-     because I smoke crack &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Turquoise   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;-     because I have a noodle in my nose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Blue             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;-     because I'm the sexiest bitch alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Thank God! I'm not wearing red or other. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-6737811150554432901?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/6737811150554432901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=6737811150554432901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6737811150554432901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6737811150554432901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/04/got-it-this-from-lyn-i-robbed-my-lover.html' title='Got it this from Lyn: I robbed my lover because I&amp;#39;m good in bed.'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-3135272451741095842</id><published>2008-04-05T04:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T08:55:02.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail Katamari!!!</title><content type='html'> &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/R-bNSQoKCDMAABHmc1c1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.ughernandez.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-bNSQoKCDMAABHmc1c1/2007-10-23.png?et=TRzzyp0D4J2ZAJhKwiUZaw&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;I got this from  &lt;a href="http://www.duelinganalogs.com"&gt;http://www.duelinganalogs.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I just had to share it &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-3135272451741095842?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/3135272451741095842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=3135272451741095842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/3135272451741095842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/3135272451741095842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/04/hail-katamari.html' title='Hail Katamari!!!'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-2175514283640411487</id><published>2008-03-23T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T00:08:30.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HOPE YOU LIKE MY EGGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ustream.tv/recorded/Gi.B7TO1tDj8RDuOU8vrTjYnxJ9DQobf"&gt;http://ustream.tv/recorded/Gi.B7TO1tDj8RDuOU8vrTjYnxJ9DQobf&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;An Easter Sunday special by fandom cafe :)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-2175514283640411487?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/2175514283640411487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=2175514283640411487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/2175514283640411487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/2175514283640411487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hope-you-like-my-eggs.html' title='I HOPE YOU LIKE MY EGGS'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-1196828305663511508</id><published>2008-03-12T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T18:11:23.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you decide who to marry? (written by kids)</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms" color=black size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;Got this from Jak...&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=black size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;How do you decide who to marry? (written&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=black size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;by kids)&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=black size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(1) You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=black size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=black size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;should keep the chips and dip coming.&lt;BR&gt;- Alan, age 10&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(2) No person really decides before they grow up who they're going&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=black size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=black size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;later who you're stuck with.&lt;BR&gt;- Kristen, age 10&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;WHAT IS THE RIGHT AGE TO GET MARRIED?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(1) Twenty-three is the best age because you know the person&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=black size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;FOREVER by then.&lt;BR&gt;- Camille, age 10&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(2) No age is good to get married at. You got to be a fool to get&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=black size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;married.&lt;BR&gt;- Freddie, age 6 (very wise for his age)&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;HOW CAN A STRANGER TELL IF TWO PEOPLE ARE MARRIED?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(1) You might have to guess, based on whether&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=black size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;they seem to be yelling at the same kids.&lt;BR&gt;- Derrick, age 8&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR MUM AND DAD HAVE IN COMMON?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(1) Both don't want any more kids.&lt;BR&gt;- Lori, age 8&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;WHAT DO MOST PEOPLE DO ON A DATE?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(1) Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=black size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=black size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;enough.&lt;BR&gt;- Lynnette, age 8 (isn't she a treasure)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(2) On the first date, they just tell each other lies and that&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=black size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date.&lt;BR&gt;- Martin, age 10 (who says boys do not have brains)&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO ON A FIRST DATE THAT WAS TURNING SOUR?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(1) I'd run home and play dead. The next day I would call all the&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=black size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;newspapers and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns.&lt;BR&gt;-Craig, age 9&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;WHEN IS IT OKAY TO KISS SOMEONE?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(1) When they're rich.&lt;BR&gt;- Pam, age 7&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(2) The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn't want to&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=black size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;mess with that.&lt;BR&gt;- Curt, age 7 (good point)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(3) The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you should&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=black size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;marry them and have kids with them. It's the right thing to do.&lt;BR&gt;- Howard, age 8&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;IS IT BETTER TO BE SINGLE OR MARRIED?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(1) It's better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=black size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;someone to clean up after them.&lt;BR&gt;- Anita, age 9 (bless you child)&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;HOW WOULD THE WORLD BE DIFFERENT IF PEOPLE DIDN'T GET MARRIED?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(1) There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn't there?&lt;BR&gt;- Kelvin, age 8&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And the #1 Favourite is........&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;HOW WOULD YOU MAKE A MARRIAGE WORK?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(1) Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=navy size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=black size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;truck.&lt;BR&gt;- Ricky, age 10 &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=purple size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-AU style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-1196828305663511508?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/1196828305663511508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=1196828305663511508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/1196828305663511508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/1196828305663511508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-do-you-decide-who-to-marry-written.html' title='How do you decide who to marry? (written by kids)'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-9077113989683488093</id><published>2008-03-12T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T14:29:17.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate weather changes...</title><content type='html'>Yes I really do! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/angry.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I mean it's cold for a moment then it's hot all of a sudden, and having asthma doesn't help. I can take weather extremes here but sudden weather is taking my breath away literally. Hope the weather stabilizes soon before I run out of breath.  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-9077113989683488093?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/9077113989683488093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=9077113989683488093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/9077113989683488093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/9077113989683488093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hate-weather-changes.html' title='I hate weather changes...'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-6716339969222194143</id><published>2008-03-11T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T13:56:05.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alcohol</title><content type='html'>I got this from Jak. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. When I'm drunk, I tend to...&lt;br&gt;- cry, complain a lot, tell really bad jokes (not all at the same time), and when really drunk forget what happened in the past 8 hours after drinking.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Shots or beers?&lt;br&gt;- whatever is available&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Do you have drinking buddies?&lt;br&gt;- nope, but just ask around someone's bound to go drinking&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Do you get Angry?&lt;br&gt;- fortunately, if I ever did I was really drunk to remember&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Do you puke?&lt;br&gt;- yup, woke up next to it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. After 7 drinks who are you?&lt;br&gt;- I can't remember&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Your favorite drink is?&lt;br&gt;- bailey's based drinks and beer mixed with extra joss, da best yan!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. Tequila does what to you?&lt;br&gt;- churry I'm a tequila virgin =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Who do you drink with?&lt;br&gt;- friends, co-workers&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. Vodka makes you?&lt;br&gt;- smile a lot&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. Do you smoke when you drink?&lt;br&gt;- nope&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. Do you pass out?&lt;br&gt;- I think so.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;13. Do you drink girly drinks?&lt;br&gt;- Yes, when I feel like one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14. Do you drink alone?&lt;br&gt;- nope&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;15. Worst drink you have ever had?&lt;br&gt;- haven't found one yet&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;16. Do you play drinking games?&lt;br&gt;- sometimes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;17. Favorite Beer?&lt;br&gt;- Tsing Tao and Strong Ice&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;18. Do you sing when you're drunk?&lt;br&gt;- very often&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;19. What will you NOT drink?&lt;br&gt;- pee and sewer water&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;20. Are you a lightweight when it comes&lt;br&gt;to drinking?&lt;br&gt;- more like a featherweight&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;22. Do you ever drink Bacardi Silver?&lt;br&gt;- nope&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;23. Do you like frozen drinks?&lt;br&gt;- they're actually very good&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;24. Do you drink liquor straight?&lt;br&gt;- it depends on the drink&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;25. Do you ever drink out of the&lt;br&gt;bottle?&lt;br&gt;- yup&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;26. Are you drunk right now?&lt;br&gt;- with love (with girlfriend right now this is my standard sucking up statement)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;27. Do you consume more than 2&lt;br&gt;alcoholic beverages on daily basis?&lt;br&gt;- no&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;28. do you drink a lot of wine?&lt;br&gt;- no&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;29. When is the last time you drank?&lt;br&gt;- can't remember&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;30. Name someone that will repost this&lt;br&gt;drinking survey?&lt;br&gt;- probably someone from the molokai crowd&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;32. Hot tub/pool naked because of&lt;br&gt;alcohol?&lt;br&gt;- Hmm...who am I with?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;33. Failed any college courses due to&lt;br&gt;alcohol alone?&lt;br&gt;- nope&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;34. Ever woken up &amp; said "Dude where's&lt;br&gt;my car?"&lt;br&gt;- It's more like, "Dude, what did we do last night?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;35. Ever carried someone up &amp; down the&lt;br&gt;same flight of stairs due to their&lt;br&gt;drunkness?&lt;br&gt;- Yup. I have a Master's degree on that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;37. Puked in a friend's car?&lt;br&gt;- not yet  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-6716339969222194143?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/6716339969222194143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=6716339969222194143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6716339969222194143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6716339969222194143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/03/alcohol.html' title='alcohol'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-3773861090601475424</id><published>2008-02-28T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T20:47:17.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope this work...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;up,up,down,down,left,right,left,right,b,a,start&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Hahaha! I now have 30 lives!!! &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-3773861090601475424?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/3773861090601475424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=3773861090601475424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/3773861090601475424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/3773861090601475424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/02/hope-this-work.html' title='Hope this work...'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-5526976423552611044</id><published>2008-02-20T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:15:58.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stella Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT size=3&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 12pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: #3366ff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Got this from a friend at work&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 12pt"&gt;&lt;I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: #3366ff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;It's time again for the annual "Stella Awards"! For those unfamiliar with these awards, they are named after 81-year-old Stella Liebeck who spilled hot coffee on herself and successfully sued the McDonald's in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:State w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;New Mexico&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; where she purchased the coffee. You remember, she took the lid off the coffee and put it between her knees while she was driving. Who would ever think one could get burned doing that, right?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;That's right; these are awards for the most outlandish lawsuits and verdicts in the &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; You know, the kinds of cases that make you scratch your head. So keep your head scratcher handy.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Here are the Stella's for the past year:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;7TH PLACE :&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Kathleen Robertson of Austin, Texas was awarded $80,000 by a jury of her peers after breaking her ankle tripping over a toddler who was running inside a furniture store. The store owners were understandably surprised by the verdict, considering the running toddler was her own son.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;st1:Street w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address w:st="on"&gt;6TH PLACE&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt;: &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Carl Truman, 19, of &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;Los Angeles&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:State w:st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; won $74,000 plus medical expenses when his neighbor ran over his hand with a Honda Accord. Truman apparently didn't notice there was someone at the wheel of the car when he was trying to steal his neighbor's hubcaps.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Go ahead, grab your head scratcher.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;st1:Street w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address w:st="on"&gt;5TH PLACE&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt;: &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Terrence Dickson, of &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;Bristol&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:State w:st="on"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, was leaving a house he had just burglarized by way of the garage. Unfortunately for Dickson, the automatic garage door opener malfunctioned and he could not get the garage door to open. Worse, he couldn't re-enter the house because the door connecting the garage to the house locked when Dickson pulled it shut. Forced to sit for eight, count 'em, EIGHT, days on a case of Pepsi and a large bag of dry dog food, he sued the homeowner's insurance company claiming undue mental anguish.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Amazingly, the jury said the insurance company must pay Dickson $500,000 for his anguish. We should all have this kind of anguish.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #3366ff"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: #3366ff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #3366ff"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 12pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: #3366ff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Keep scratching. There are more...&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: #3366ff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;4TH PLACE :&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Jerry Williams, of Little Rock , Arkansas , garnered 4th Place in the Stella's when he was awarded $14,500 plus medical expenses after being bitten on the butt by his next door neighbor's beagle - even though the beagle was on a chain in its owner's fenced yard. Williams did not get as much as he asked for because the jury believed the beagle might have be en provoked at the time of the butt bite because Williams had climbed over the fence into the yard and repeatedly shot the dog with a pellet gun.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Grrrrr. Scratch, scratch.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;3RD PLACE: &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Amber Carson of Lancaster, Pennsylvania because a jury ordered a Philadelphia restaurant to pay her $113,500 after she slipped on a spilled soft drink and broke her tailbone. The reason the soft drink was on the floor: Ms. Carson had thrown it at her boyfriend 30 seconds earlier during an argument. What ever happened to people being responsible for their own actions?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Scratch, scratch, scratch. Hang in there; there are only two more Stella’s to go...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;st1:Street w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address w:st="on"&gt;2ND PLACE&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt; :&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Kara Walton, of &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;Claymont&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:State w:st="on"&gt;Delaware&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; sued the owner of a night club in a nearby city because she fell from the bathroom window to the floor, knocking out her two front teeth. Even though Ms. Walton was trying to sneak through the ladies room window to avoid paying the $3.50 cover charge, the jury said the night club had to pay her $12,000....oh, yeah, plus dental expenses. Go figure.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;1ST PLACE : (May I have a fanfare played on 50 kazoos please)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;This year's runaway First Place Stella Award winner was Mrs. Merv Grazinski, of Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, who purchased a new 32-foot Winnebago motor home. On her first trip home from an OU football game, having driven on to the freeway, she set the cruise control at 70 mph and calmly left the driver's seat to go to the back of the Winnebago to make herself a sandwich. Not surprisingly, the motor home left the freeway, crashed and overturned. Also not surprisingly, Mrs. Grazinski sued Winnebago for not putting in the owner's manual that she couldn't actually leave the driver's seat while the cruise control was set. The Oklahoma jury awarded her, are you sitting down, $1,750,000 PLUS a new motor home. Winnebago actually changed their manuals as a result of this suit, just in case Mrs. Grazinski has any relatives who might also buy a motor home.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Are we, as a society, getting more stupid...? Ya Think??!!&lt;BR&gt;More than a few of our judge's elevators don't go to the top floor either!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #3366ff"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-5526976423552611044?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/5526976423552611044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=5526976423552611044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/5526976423552611044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/5526976423552611044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/02/stella-awards.html' title='Stella Awards'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-511771732982090678</id><published>2008-02-19T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T23:47:26.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A line from a "A Knight's Tale"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;P&gt;"I will eviscerate you in fiction. Every pimple, every character flaw. I was naked for a day; you will be naked for eternity. "... &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-511771732982090678?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/511771732982090678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=511771732982090678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/511771732982090678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/511771732982090678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/02/line-from-knight-tale.html' title='A line from a &amp;quot;A Knight&amp;#39;s Tale&amp;quot;...'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-5413738715363539930</id><published>2008-02-04T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:24:57.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beloved Church President, Gordon B. Hinckley, Dies at 97</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;NOBR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=byline&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6666cc&gt;Got this article in one of the website for our church and i just wanted to share it. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/NOBR&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;NOBR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=byline&gt;SALT LAKE CITY&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/NOBR&gt; &lt;NOBR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=dateline&gt;27 January 2008&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/NOBR&gt; President Gordon B. Hinckley, who led The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints through twelve years of global expansion, has died at the age of 97.  &lt;P xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;President Hinckley was the 15th president in the 177-year history of the Church and had served as its president since 12 March 1995. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;The Church president died at his apartment in downtown Salt Lake City at 7:00 p.m. Sunday night from causes incident to age. Members of his family were at his bedside. A successor is not expected to be formally chosen by the Church’s Quorum of the Twelve Apostles until after President Hinckley’s funeral within the next few days. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;President Hinckley was known, even at the age of 97, as a tireless leader who always put in a full day at the office and traveled extensively around the world to mix with Church members, now numbering 13 million in 171 nations. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;His quick wit and humor, combined with an eloquent style at the pulpit, made him one of the most loved of modern Church leaders. A profoundly spiritual man, he had a great fondness for history and often peppered his sermons with stories from the Church’s pioneer past. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;He was a popular interview subject with journalists, appearing on 60 Minutes with Mike Wallace and on CNN’s Larry King Live, as well as being quoted and featured in hundreds of newspapers and magazines over the years. During the Salt Lake Olympics of 2002, his request that the Church refrain from proselytizing visitors was credited by media with generating much of the goodwill that flowed to the Church from the international event. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;In recent years, a number of major developments in the Church reflected President Hinckley’s personal drive and direction. In calling for 100 temples to be in operation before the end of the year 2000, the Church president committed the Church to a massive temple-building program. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;In 1999 — 169 years after the Church was organized by its founder, Joseph Smith — the Church had 56 operating temples. Three years later that number had doubled, largely because of a smaller, highly practical temple architectural plan that delivered these sacred buildings to Church members in far-flung parts of the world. Many more Church members can now experience the sacred ceremonies that occur only in temples, including marriages for eternity and the sealing of families in eternal units. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;President Hinckley was the most traveled president in the Church’s history. His duties took him around the world many times to meet with Latter-day Saints in more than 60 countries. He was the first Church president to travel to Spain, where in 1996 he broke ground for a temple in Madrid; and to the African nations of Nigeria, Ghana, Kenya, Zimbabwe and Cape Verde, where he met with thousands of Latter-day Saints in 1998. In 2005, he traveled nearly 25,000 miles on a seven-nation, nine-day tour to Russia, South Korea, China, Taiwan, India, Kenya, and Nigeria. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;At a general conference of Church members in April 2001, President Hinckley initiated the Perpetual Education Fund — an ambitious program to help young members of the Church (mainly returning missionaries from developing countries) receive higher education and work-related training that they would otherwise likely never receive. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Closer to his Salt Lake City home, President Hinckley announced the construction of a new Conference Center in 1996 and dedicated it four years later. Seating 21,000 people, it is believed to be the largest religious and theater auditorium in the world and has become the hub for the Church’s general conference messages to the world, broadcast in 91 languages. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Even before his term as president, President Hinckley’s extensive Church service included 14 years as a counselor in the First Presidency, the highest presiding body in the government of the Church, and 20 years before that as a member of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;President Hinckley was born 23 June 1910 in Salt Lake City, a son of Bryant Stringham and Ada Bitner Hinckley. One of his forebears, Stephen Hopkins, came to America on the Mayflower. Another, Thomas Hinckley, served as governor of the Plymouth Colony from 1680 to 1692. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;President Hinckley’s first job was as a newspaper carrier for the Deseret News, a Salt Lake City daily. After attending public schools in Salt Lake City, he earned a bachelor of arts degree at the University of Utah and then served two years as a full-time missionary for the Church in Great Britain. He served with distinction and ultimately was appointed as an assistant to the Church apostle who presided over all the European missions. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Upon successfully completing his missionary service in the mid-1930s, he was asked by Heber J. Grant, then president of the Church, to organize what has become the Church's Public Affairs Department. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;President Hinckley began serving as a member of the Sunday School general board in 1937, two years after returning home from missionary service in Great Britain. For 20 years he directed all Church public communications. In 1951 he was named executive secretary of the General Missionary Committee, managing the entire missionary program of the Church, and served in this capacity for seven years. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;On 6 April 1958, while serving as president of the East Millcreek Stake in Salt Lake City (a stake is similar to a diocese), President Hinckley was appointed as a general authority, or senior full-time leader of the Church. In this capacity he served as an assistant to the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles before being appointed to the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles on 5 October 1961. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;President Hinckley received a number of educational honors, including the Distinguished Citizen Award from Southern Utah University; the Distinguished Alumni Award from the University of Utah; and honorary doctorates from Westminster College, Utah State University, University of Utah, Brigham Young University, Southern Utah University, Utah Valley State College and Salt Lake Community College. The Gordon B. Hinckley Endowment for British Studies, a program focused on the arts, literature and history of the United Kingdom, was established at the University of Utah. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;President Hinckley was awarded the Silver Buffalo Award by the Boy Scouts of America; was honored by the National Conference for Community and Justice (formerly the National Conference of Christians and Jews) for his contributions to tolerance and understanding in the world; and received the Distinguished Service Award from the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. In 2004, President Hinckley was also awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom by President George W. Bush in the White House. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;In March 2000 President Hinckley addressed the National Press Club in Washington, D.C. He also addressed the Religion Newswriters Association and the U.S. Conference of Mayors and twice addressed the Los Angeles World Affairs Council. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;President Hinckley wrote and edited several books and numerous manuals, pamphlets and scripts, including a best-selling book, Standing for Something, aimed at a general audience. In it he championed the virtues of love, honesty, morality, civility, learning, forgiveness, mercy, thrift and industry, gratitude, optimism and faith. He also testified of what he called the “guardians of virtue,” namely traditional marriage and family. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;President Hinckley married Marjorie Pay in the Salt Lake Temple in 1937. They have five children and 25 grandchildren. Sister Hinckley passed away 6 April 2004&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6666cc&gt;I know that I haven't been the best example of a mormon, but President Hinckley was of the people I really look up to, and i always wanted to be like him. I was just really shocked sad when I saw video of his funeral yesterday cause I didn't know he passed away. Guess, I always felt that he would be  there forever. I cried when I saw the videos and I began to realize that there is something missing in my life, and how I wish I could find it. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-5413738715363539930?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/5413738715363539930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=5413738715363539930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/5413738715363539930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/5413738715363539930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/02/beloved-church-president-gordon-b.html' title='Beloved Church President, Gordon B. Hinckley, Dies at 97'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-2596656188172410896</id><published>2008-01-31T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T04:32:59.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urim Means</title><content type='html'>I got this from Nick and decided to give it a shot. (yes, that is my full first name, not Dwayne &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;)  &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width=350 align=center border=0&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD align=middle bgColor=#eeeeee&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;B&gt;What Urim Means&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt; &lt;TR&gt; &lt;TD bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width=100&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;You are a very lucky person. Things just always seem to go your way. And because you're so lucky, you don't really have a lot of worries. You just hope for the best in life. You're sometimes a little guilty of being greedy. Spread your luck around a little to people who need it. You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something. You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense. You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun. You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing. You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long. You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start. You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated. You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want. You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-2596656188172410896?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/2596656188172410896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=2596656188172410896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/2596656188172410896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/2596656188172410896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/01/urim-means.html' title='Urim Means'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-6771752698207686152</id><published>2008-01-21T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:27:18.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my celebrity look-alikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/I/storage/site1/files/42/07/51/420751_030543a07c4974ur0t2344.JPG" border="0" height="574" width="500"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-6771752698207686152?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/6771752698207686152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=6771752698207686152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6771752698207686152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6771752698207686152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-celebrity-look-alikes.html' title='my celebrity look-alikes'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-4879855929830143287</id><published>2008-01-21T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:02:30.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT MY TURN (as promised)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;and hopefully no one would notice... hehehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Leave a comment and I'll reply by answering the following.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1. I'll respond with something random about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-4879855929830143287?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/4879855929830143287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=4879855929830143287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/4879855929830143287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/4879855929830143287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-my-turn-as-promised.html' title='IT MY TURN (as promised)'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-3703995083263287317</id><published>2008-01-14T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T21:51:30.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bangag</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I am now officially been up for more than 24 hours and still counting. Havn't done this for a long time, but hey at least I spent doing something like work and other stuffs. That beats the hell out of staring at walls and contemplating your worth in this world. I've drank more than 5 cans of coke already. I'm so really out of shape&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-3703995083263287317?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/3703995083263287317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=3703995083263287317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/3703995083263287317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/3703995083263287317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/01/bangag.html' title='bangag'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-1856992821940150814</id><published>2008-01-05T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T06:02:48.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW PHONE</title><content type='html'>May phone na uli ako! Yehey!!! Naway ito ay tumagal ng maraming taon. Eto ang aking bagong number 09272919682. Pa-text na lang po ang ninyo. Maraming salamat!!!&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-1856992821940150814?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/1856992821940150814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=1856992821940150814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/1856992821940150814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/1856992821940150814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-phone.html' title='NEW PHONE'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-3488129202961318062</id><published>2007-12-31T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T00:00:47.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AULD LANG SYNE</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;Should &lt;I&gt;old&lt;/I&gt; acquaintance be forgot,&lt;BR&gt;and never brought to mind ?&lt;BR&gt;Should &lt;I&gt;old&lt;/I&gt; acquaintance be forgot,&lt;BR&gt;and auld lang syne ?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;DL&gt; &lt;DD&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;CHORUS: &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DD&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;For auld lang syne, my dear, &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DD&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;for auld lang syne, &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DD&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet, &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DD&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;for auld lang syne. &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DD&gt;&lt;/DL&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;And surely you’ll &lt;I&gt;buy&lt;/I&gt; your pint &lt;I&gt;cup&lt;/I&gt; !&lt;BR&gt;And surely I’ll &lt;I&gt;buy&lt;/I&gt; mine !&lt;BR&gt;And we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet,&lt;BR&gt;for auld lang syne.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;DL&gt; &lt;DD&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;CHORUS &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DD&gt;&lt;/DL&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;We &lt;I&gt;two have&lt;/I&gt; run about the &lt;I&gt;slopes&lt;/I&gt;,&lt;BR&gt;and &lt;I&gt;picked&lt;/I&gt; the &lt;I&gt;daisies&lt;/I&gt; fine ;&lt;BR&gt;But we’ve wandered &lt;I&gt;many&lt;/I&gt; a weary &lt;I&gt;foot&lt;/I&gt;,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;I&gt;since&lt;/I&gt; auld lang syne.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;DL&gt; &lt;DD&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;CHORUS &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DD&gt;&lt;/DL&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;We &lt;I&gt;two have paddled&lt;/I&gt; in the &lt;I&gt;stream&lt;/I&gt;,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;I&gt;from&lt;/I&gt; morning sun till dine&lt;SUP&gt;&lt;SMALL&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;†&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/SMALL&gt;&lt;/SUP&gt; ;&lt;BR&gt;But seas between us &lt;I&gt;broad have roared&lt;/I&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;I&gt;since&lt;/I&gt; auld lang syne.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;DL&gt; &lt;DD&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;CHORUS &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DD&gt;&lt;/DL&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;And there’s a hand my trusty &lt;I&gt;friend&lt;/I&gt; !&lt;BR&gt;And &lt;I&gt;give us&lt;/I&gt; a hand o’ thine !&lt;BR&gt;And we’ll &lt;I&gt;take&lt;/I&gt; a right &lt;I&gt;good-will draught&lt;/I&gt;,&lt;BR&gt;for auld lang syne.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;DL&gt; &lt;DD&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;CHORUS &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DD&gt;&lt;/DL&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-3488129202961318062?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/3488129202961318062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=3488129202961318062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/3488129202961318062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/3488129202961318062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/12/auld-lang-syne.html' title='AULD LANG SYNE'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-5533177316017957121</id><published>2007-12-31T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:43:52.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!</title><content type='html'>Especially to those who are requiered to work today (katulad ko). May we still have lives besides our work hehehehe!&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-5533177316017957121?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/5533177316017957121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=5533177316017957121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/5533177316017957121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/5533177316017957121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-7320335403397879124</id><published>2007-12-26T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T22:43:26.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm feeling now :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;And in my twisted face&lt;BR&gt;There's not the slightest trace&lt;BR&gt;Of anything that even hints of kindness&lt;BR&gt;And from my tortured shape&lt;BR&gt;No comfort, no escape&lt;BR&gt;I see, but deep within is utter blindness&lt;BR&gt;Hopeless&lt;BR&gt;As my dream dies&lt;BR&gt;As the time flies&lt;BR&gt;Love a lost illusion&lt;BR&gt;Helpless&lt;BR&gt;Unforgiven&lt;BR&gt;Cold and driven&lt;BR&gt;To this sad conclusion&lt;BR&gt;No beauty could move me&lt;BR&gt;No goodness improve me&lt;BR&gt;No power on earth, if I can't love her&lt;BR&gt;No passion could reach me&lt;BR&gt;No lesson could teach me&lt;BR&gt;How I could have love her and made her love me too &lt;BR&gt;If I can't love her, then who?&lt;BR&gt;Long ago I should have seen&lt;BR&gt;All the things I could have been&lt;BR&gt;Careless and unthinking, I moved onward&lt;BR&gt;No pain could be deeper&lt;BR&gt;No life could be cheaper&lt;BR&gt;No point anymore, if I can't love her&lt;BR&gt;No spirit could win me&lt;BR&gt;No hope left within me&lt;BR&gt;Hope I could have loved her and that she'd set me free &lt;BR&gt;But it's not to be&lt;BR&gt;If I can't love her&lt;BR&gt;Let the world be done with me.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Take your head around the world&lt;BR&gt;See what you get&lt;BR&gt;From your mind&lt;BR&gt;Write your soul down word for word&lt;BR&gt;See who's your friend&lt;BR&gt;Who is kind&lt;BR&gt;It's almost like a disease&lt;BR&gt;I know soon you will be&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Over the lies, you'll be strong&lt;BR&gt;You'll be rich in love and you will carry on&lt;BR&gt;But no - oh no&lt;BR&gt;No you won't be mine&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Take your straight line for a curve&lt;BR&gt;Make it stretch, the same old line&lt;BR&gt;Try to find if it was worth what you spent&lt;BR&gt;Why you're guilty for the way&lt;BR&gt;You're feeling now&lt;BR&gt;It's almost like being free&lt;BR&gt;And I know soon you will be&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Over the lies, you'll be strong&lt;BR&gt;You'll be rich in love and you will carry on&lt;BR&gt;But no - oh no&lt;BR&gt;No you won't be mine&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Take yourself out to the curb&lt;BR&gt;Sit and wait&lt;BR&gt;A fool for life&lt;BR&gt;It's almost like a disease&lt;BR&gt;I know soon you will be&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Over the lies, you'll be strong&lt;BR&gt;You'll be rich in love and you will carry on&lt;BR&gt;But no - oh no&lt;BR&gt;No you won't be mine&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-7320335403397879124?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/7320335403397879124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=7320335403397879124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/7320335403397879124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/7320335403397879124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-i-feeling-now.html' title='What I&amp;#39;m feeling now :('/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-5482264887686643391</id><published>2007-12-13T07:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T12:07:48.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STILL ALIVE BUT BARELY KICKING</title><content type='html'> After three days of being bed ridden and losing my phone over the weekend, I'm finally back to the land of the living. Still a little weak but ready to face the world and what it has in store for me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A little recap on what happen the past six days. We had our division christmas party which was really great we got to help some kids at the ospital ng Muntilupa and had a really great christmas party afterwards even with the heavy traffic and forgetting my phone in the cab (yes, I lose my phone again. I think it has become a habit of mine to giveaway hard earn phones. Oh well, I guess its christmas). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then my piggy and I celebrated our first year together!!! YEHEEEEY!!! We tried to keep it simple by just spending time alone together and just being happy with each others company. I love you you honey and thanks for everything. (more to come but brain is still not up for multi-tasking)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Next, around sunday night, I was feeling rather lethargic and almost didn't want to do anything, considering it was our anniversary and all. I just kinda force myself to do things and come monday I almost didn't want to get out of bed. It kinda felt the there was a big rock at my back and somebody was pounding a hammer at my head. I tried to brush it off thinking I just overslept or something and I really had a lot of things to do at work. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On my way to work, Aprile and I decided to have dinner. As soon as the food was served the world began to spin and I could barely stand-up. I was to a doctor and I ended up being diagnose with Meniere's Disease. I was to stay home and rest for three days! I could do anything standing up to go to the bathroom was ordeal especially when everything is spinning. I couldn't eat much as well and i can feel it going up. The only thing I could do was sleep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, I feel a lot better now, thanks to everyone who took care of me, especially Aprile who took care of me during those days, I love you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now, I'm really nervous about work and all the stuff I was suppose to do. I hope I still have a job to go too. &lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-5482264887686643391?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/5482264887686643391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=5482264887686643391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/5482264887686643391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/5482264887686643391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/12/still-alive-but-barely-kicking.html' title='STILL ALIVE BUT BARELY KICKING'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-2173956674405367820</id><published>2007-12-12T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T06:08:43.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THINGS YOU MIGHT SAY TO YOUR GIRLFRIEND IF YOUR WORLD IS SPINNING...</title><content type='html'>   When your sick, be careful of what your thinking or saying. You might be thinking of something but it might come out the worse possible. Trust me I learn from experience&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1) "Buti hindi ka habulin ng mga lalaki."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2) "No matter what you look like, I will always love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;     &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-2173956674405367820?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/2173956674405367820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=2173956674405367820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/2173956674405367820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/2173956674405367820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/12/things-you-might-say-to-your-girlfriend.html' title='THINGS YOU MIGHT SAY TO YOUR GIRLFRIEND IF YOUR WORLD IS SPINNING...'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-7407166321104604869</id><published>2007-12-04T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T02:16:18.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;_height:250px; min-height:250px; background-color:rgb(216,233,237); text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); height:4px;"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;img src="&lt;A href="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif"&gt;http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif&lt;/A&gt;" style="float: left" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;img src="&lt;A href="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif"&gt;http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif&lt;/A&gt;" style="float: right" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); padding: 0pt 0pt 5px;"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:12px; color:rgb(255,255,255); padding:3px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which Rent Charater Are You????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;div style="padding:5px; text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:Arial; background-color:rgb(216,233,237);"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="&lt;A href='http://images.quizilla.com/M/MO/MOO/mookowz/1192384404_oster_mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You'&gt;http://images.quizilla.com/M/MO/MOO/mookowz/1192384404_oster_mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You&lt;/A&gt; 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&lt;P&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="&lt;A href='http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a'&gt;http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&lt;/A&gt;&gt; | &lt;BR&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);"  target="quizilla" href="&lt;A href='http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a'&gt;http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&lt;/A&gt;&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;| &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="&lt;A href='http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make'&gt;http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make&lt;/A&gt; A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="&lt;A href='http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/mookowz/quizzes/"&gt;More'&gt;http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/mookowz/quizzes/"&gt;More&lt;/A&gt; Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="&lt;A href='http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=4650751"&gt;Grab'&gt;http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=4650751"&gt;Grab&lt;/A&gt; Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-7407166321104604869?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/7407166321104604869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=7407166321104604869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/7407166321104604869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/7407166321104604869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/12/rent.html' title='RENT'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-2705282797599057606</id><published>2007-11-21T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T01:12:49.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;WORLD HISTORY&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Describe the history of the papacy from its origins to the present day, concentrating especially, but not exclusively, on its social, political, economic, religious, and philosophical impact on &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;, &lt;st1:place&gt;Asia&lt;/st1:place&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, and &lt;st1:place&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Be brief and concise, yet specific.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;ASTRONOMY&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Define the universe; give three examples.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;MEDICINE&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;You will be provided with a razor blade, a piece of gauze, and a bottle of Scotch. Remove your appendix. Do not suture until your work has been inspected. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;You have 15 minutes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;COMPUTER SCIENCE&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Write a fifth-generation computer language. Using this language, create a computer program to finish the rest of this exam for you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;PUBLIC SPEAKING&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Twenty-five hundred riot-crazed aborigines are storming the classroom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Calm them. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;You may use any ancient language except Latin, Hebrew, or Greek.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;CIVIL ENGINEERING&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;This is a practical test of your design and building skills. With the boxes of toothpicks and glue present, build a platform that will support your weight when you and your platform are suspended over a vat of nitric acid.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;MECHANICAL ENGINEERING&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;The disassembled parts of a howitzer have been placed in a box on your desk. You will also find an instruction manual, printed in Swahili.  In 10 minutes a hungry &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Bengal&lt;/st1:place&gt; tiger will be admitted to the room. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Take whatever action you feel is appropriate. Be prepared to justify your decision.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;ELECTRICAL ENGINEERING&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;You will be placed in a nuclear reactor and given a partial copy of the electrical layout. The electrical system has been tampered with. You have seventeen minutes to find the problem and correct it before the reactor melts down.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;BIOLOGY&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Create life. Estimate the differences in subsequent human culture if this form of life had developed 500,000 years earlier, with special attention to the probable effect, if any, on the Philippine social spectrum circa 1640.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; Prove your thesis.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;RELIGION&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;  Perform a miracle. Creativity will be judged.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;  MUSIC&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Write a full piano concerto. Orchestrate and perform it with a flute and drum. You will find a piano under your seat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;  LOGIC&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Take a position for or against truth. Prove the validity of your position.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;  CHEMISTRY&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;You must identify a poison sample which you will find at your lab table.  All necessary equipment has been provided. There are two beakers at your desk, one of which holds the antidote. If the wrong substance is used, it causes instant death. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;You may begin as soon as the professor injects you with a sample of the poison.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;PSYCHOLOGY&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Based on your knowledge of their early works, evaluate the emotional stability, degree of adjustment, and repressed frustrations of each of the following: Alexander of Aphrodisias, Ramses II, Gregory of Nicea, and Hammurabi. Support your evaluations with quotations from each man's work, making appropriate references. Translate all quotations in Tagalog.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; SOCIOLOGY&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Identify the sociological problems which might be associated with the end of the world. Construct an experiment to test your theory.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;ECONOMICS&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Describe in four hundred words or less what you would have done to prevent the Great Depression.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;MATHEMATICS&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;You have 60 seconds to mentally solve the mathematical problem below.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Begin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;8,256.091 + _________ - ________ x ________ ¸ _______ = -38.07623&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;(Bonus question: Why is 11 not pronounced onety one? Provide a full&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; numerical analysis in justifying your answer.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;POLITICAL SCIENCE&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;There is a red telephone on the desk beside you. Start World War III.  Report at length on its socio-political effects, if any.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;ART&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Given one eight-count box of crayons and three sheets of notebook &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;paper, recreate the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. Skin tones should be true &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;to life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;PHYSICS&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Explain the nature of matter. Include in your answer an in-depth evaluation of the impact of the development of mathematics on science.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;METAPHYSICS&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Describe in detail the nature of life after death. Test your hypothesis.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;PHILOSOPHY&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Sketch the development of human thought. Estimate its significance.  Compare with the development of any other kind of thought.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;GENERAL KNOWLEDGE&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoPlainText&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Describe in detail. Be objective and specific.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-2705282797599057606?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/2705282797599057606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=2705282797599057606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/2705282797599057606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/2705282797599057606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/11/test.html' title='The Test'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-2379726734872102240</id><published>2007-11-08T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T02:52:21.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I am not sure exactly how it works, but this is amazingly accurate&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#400040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #400040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=red size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Read the full description before looking at the picture &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#400040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #400040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#0000a0 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #0000a0; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#400040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #400040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;The picture below has 2 identical dolphins in it. It was used in a case study on stress level&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; s&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#400040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #400040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; at St. Mary's Hospital.  Look at both dolphins jumping out of the water. The dolphins are identical. A closely monitored, scientific study revealed that&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; ,&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#008040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #008040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; in spite of the fact that the d olphins are identical&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt; &lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;,&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#400040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #400040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; a person under stress would find differences in the two dolphins &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;The&lt;U&gt; more differences &lt;/U&gt;a pe rson finds between the dolphins&lt;U&gt;, the more stress &lt;/U&gt;that person is experiencing.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#400040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #400040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;   Look at the photograph and if you find more than one or two differences you may want to take a vacation. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#400040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #400040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;IMG height=318 src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/PPBPH32/Desktop/untitled.bmp" width=223&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-2379726734872102240?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/2379726734872102240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=2379726734872102240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/2379726734872102240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/2379726734872102240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/11/stress.html' title='STRESS'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-1244338950441533568</id><published>2007-11-06T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T03:23:14.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art Of Kissing </title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT face=arial color=blue&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 20px"&gt;&lt;B&gt;The Art Of Kissing&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;H2 align=center&gt;And Why You Should Kiss, Too&lt;/H2&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=arial size=-1&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;/I&gt;by David Leonhardt&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;  &lt;P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.thehappyguy.com/happiness-self-help-book.html"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Every now and then a quarrel breaks out down at the barber shop, lines are drawn, challenges leveled and, with any luck, somebody walks out with very few blood stains. All over a seemingly innocent discussion: What is the greatest sport on earth?  &lt;P align=justify&gt;Some say "football". Some say "baseball". Canadians say "hockey". The rest of the world says "soccer". (Actually, they say "football", too...but they mean "soccer".)  &lt;P align=justify&gt;I say: "kissing". Yes, kissing is the greatest sport on earth. Allow me to explain just a few of the reasons.  &lt;P align=justify&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Kissing is the most versatile sport around. There are so many types of kisses to choose from – at least one for just about any occasion. There is the quick peck on the cheek kiss, the peck on each cheek kiss, the peck on your nephew's cheek kiss while grabbing the other cheek flab with your hand, the wildly passionate kiss, the elegant kiss on the hand, the dreaded kiss of death, the "Hey you! Kiss this!", and even the &lt;/A href="http://www.lastminutevillas.net/villas/Orlando-Kissimmee"&gt;Florida town of Kissimmee&lt;/A&gt; (founded, no doubt, by early Italian pioneer kissers).  &lt;P align=justify&gt; &lt;H2 align=justify&gt;The Art of Kissing Is Easy&lt;/H2&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Kissing is easy to transport. It really doesn't matter where you are. You can kiss: at the gym, in the boardroom, in the space shuttle, even in Alaska from June through September.  &lt;P align=justify&gt;Kissing requires so little equipment, which means you can do it even when not prepared for the occasion, and even when you have to travel light. This makes it the ideal participation sport for businessmen, world travelers and marsupial groupies.  &lt;P align=justify&gt;Kissing always livens things up. Try this: the next time you are in an oh-so-booooring meeting that seems to last oh-so-foreeeeever, why not just kiss somebody. Go ahead; try it. See how it livens things up?  &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;B&gt;Kissing is legal in all 50 states and most earth-bound countries.&lt;/B&gt; Rumors are circulating that kissing will even be legalized soon on Mars, Jupiter and in Afghanistan.  &lt;P align=justify&gt;Kissing is 100% biodegradable, so when you kiss somebody, you help the environment.  &lt;P align=justify&gt;Kissing is safe to do in a moving vehicle, as long as you are not driving.  &lt;P align=justify&gt;Kissing is non toxic...unless you kiss somebody who has just swallowed a bottle of Drano. Even so, kissing is still safe, as long as you do not use your mouth.  &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;B&gt;Kissing is non-fattening.&lt;/B&gt; This is perhaps the best news of all, because dieters now have something to keep their mouths busy while not eating, and smokers can quit smoking without having to chew candies until they a) need to diet or b) induce diabetes.  &lt;P align=justify&gt;Kissing is organic, low in sodium, preservative-free, low in saturated fats and does not contain dozens of delicious ingredients that cannot be pronounced, like javelchromopntheoremicherbicidic acid.  &lt;P align=justify&gt;Most kisses are not tested on animals, but who am I to stifle your sense of adventure?  &lt;P align=justify&gt;You can kiss just about everyone: your boyfriend, your aunt, your wife, your veterinarian, the Prime Minister of the Duchy of Grand Fenwick and your pet aardvark. Don't try kissing them all at the same time, though...especially not your boyfriend and your wife.  &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;B&gt;Kissing meets the toughest safety regulations&lt;/B&gt; of any national or international sporting organization. Kissing has a tremendous safety record, except for the occasional locked braces. But a quick call for a AAA tow truck fixes that problem (CAA in Canada, AA in the UK, the local plumber in France)  &lt;P align=justify&gt; &lt;H2 align=justify&gt;Extreme Kissing NOT Recommended&lt;/H2&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;The only recorded deaths involving kissing are by third parties, usually wives, husbands, spurned lovers and other spectators who somehow get past security and storm onto the playing field like that well-dressed gentleman at the Superbowl.  &lt;P align=justify&gt;We do NOT recommend "extreme kissing". For instance, don't kiss an on-duty garbage truck; it is considered dangerous. Don't kiss a metal fence-post in sub-zero weather, readers in northern climates know exactly what I mean. &lt;B&gt;Don't kiss any electrical outlets&lt;/B&gt;, or you'll look this.  &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG hspace=10 src="http://www.thehappyguy.com/images/eek.jpg" align=left&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;  &lt;P align=justify&gt;  &lt;P align=justify&gt;  &lt;P align=justify&gt;  &lt;P align=justify&gt;  &lt;P align=justify&gt;  &lt;P align=justify&gt;Are you paying attention? This&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff"&gt; one is &lt;/FONT&gt;important. Don't kiss the vacuum cleaner if you want to retain all your vital organs. It's OK to kiss sandpaper, just don't use your tongue. Don't kiss a chainsaw; we feel this one is self-explanatory. And don't kiss your office manager while on duty...unless you happen to be like me.  &lt;P align=justify&gt;But overall, kissing is so great that it makes baseball, hockey, football and soccer seem like bush league sports. Next time you hear a brawl at your local barbershop, just go in and give everyone a kiss. I guarantee that you will win the argument hands down. And if not, at least you will make some new friends to argue with. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-1244338950441533568?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/1244338950441533568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=1244338950441533568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/1244338950441533568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/1244338950441533568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/11/art-of-kissing.html' title='The Art Of Kissing '/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-8501913436007012538</id><published>2007-11-01T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T04:01:08.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Life has been really different these past few months. I was at first a bum working only for my dad, and trust me you only get an allowance if you work for a family business. I got a new job as training assistant two months ago. It’s tiring and stressful but everyday is a learning experience and I’m actually having fun for some reason (I guess I’m getting old and I’m earning a lot more hehehehe).&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Meet a lot of new people, officemates to members of the NWA who I share some of my hobbies and stuff. It is always nice to meet new people with different perspectives in life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;I'vie also realize something these past couple of days that made analyze things in my life. I’vie always seen myself as shy and quiet. I have great difficulty expressing myself and have a great tendency just to be in the sidelines and watch people as they do their things, and most of the time, I feel lonely and left out when I’m in a group or something. I try to participate or something but shyness and self-doubt usually wins.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;That’s why, I’m really thankful to all my friends out there. You have no idea that a simple greeting means a lot to me, and you guys have done sooooooo much more than that. You made my life livable everyday and I’m so happy hang-out with you guys. (I’m getting mushy). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;And of course to my honey (she’ll kill me if I forget to mention her). She’s wonderful and most of the time words are not enough to describe her. She’s one of the best things that has happen in my life and I will be always grateful for her&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Ok this really weird, this was suppose to be an entry about all the things that are happening in my life, it ended up me expressing what I am feeling inside. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="times, times new roman, serif"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-8501913436007012538?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/8501913436007012538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=8501913436007012538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/8501913436007012538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/8501913436007012538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-so-far.html' title='Life so far'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-4779381268722208289</id><published>2007-10-25T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T19:47:36.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAY PHONE NA KO!</title><content type='html'>Yes my friends, after months of denying myself the luxury of having a phone. I finally bought one. It has actually become a necessity in my life. People are actually complaining of having great difficulty contacting me. Some strangers even give a odd look when I say that I don't have a cel number.  Now again begins the additional expense for buying prepaid cards, due to the fact I'm lazy in sending sms and would rather call. &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-4779381268722208289?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/4779381268722208289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=4779381268722208289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/4779381268722208289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/4779381268722208289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/10/may-phone-na-ko.html' title='MAY PHONE NA KO!'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-2481375144102219156</id><published>2007-10-21T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T23:33:29.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to dance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l222/ughernandez/Animated_BreakDancingBunny_01.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now, if I only know how...&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-2481375144102219156?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/2481375144102219156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=2481375144102219156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/2481375144102219156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/2481375144102219156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-want-to-dance.html' title='I want to dance...'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-3285087870267387134</id><published>2007-10-18T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T16:12:22.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anak ka ng *</title><content type='html'>1. kumakain ka ng aratilis&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. nagpipitpit ng gumamela para gawing&lt;br&gt;soapy bubbles na hihipanmo sa binilog na&lt;br&gt;tanggkay ng walis tingting&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. pinipilit ka matulog ng nanay mo&lt;br&gt;pag hapon at di ka papayagan maglaro pag&lt;br&gt;di ka natulog.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. marunong ka magpatintero, saksak&lt;br&gt;puso, langit-lupa, teleber-teleber,&lt;br&gt; luksong tinik&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. malupit ka pag meron kang atari,&lt;br&gt;family computer or nes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. alam mo ang silbi ng up, up, down,&lt;br&gt;down, left,right, left, right, a, b, a,&lt;br&gt;b, start&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. may mga damit ka na U.S.E.D., Boy&lt;br&gt;London, Cross Colors, Esprit, Blowing&lt;br&gt;Bubbles at pagnakakakita ka ng Bench na&lt;br&gt;damit eh naalala mo si Richard&lt;br&gt;Gomez&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. addict ka sa rainbow brite,&lt;br&gt;carebears, my little pony, thundercats,&lt;br&gt;biom an, voltes v, mazinger z, daimos,&lt;br&gt;he-man at marami pang cartoons na hindi&lt;br&gt;pa translated sa tagalog&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. nanonood ka ng shaider kasi&lt;br&gt;nabobosohan mo si annie at type na type&lt;br&gt;mo ang puting panty nya&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. marunong ka mag wordstar at&lt;br&gt;nakahawak ka na talaga ng 5.25 na floppy&lt;br&gt;disk&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. inaabangan mo lagi ang batibot at&lt;br&gt;akala mo magkakatuluyan si kuya bodgie&lt;br&gt;at ate sienna... nung high school ka&lt;br&gt;inaabangan mo lagi beverlyhills 90210,&lt;br&gt;Melrose PLace at Baywatch&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. gumagamit ka ng AQUANET para&lt;br&gt;pataasin ang bangs mo o kaya michaels&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 13. meron kang blouse na may padding&lt;br&gt;kung babae ka at meron kang sapatos na&lt;br&gt;mighty kid kung lalake ka&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14. nangongolekta ka ng paper&lt;br&gt;stationaries at mahilig ka magpapirma sa&lt;br&gt;slumbook mo para lang malaman mo kung&lt;br&gt;sino ang crush ng type mo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;15. kilala mo si manang bola at ang&lt;br&gt;sitsiritsit girls, si luning-ning at&lt;br&gt;luging-ging&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b r=""&gt;16. alam mo ibig sabihin ng Time Space&lt;br&gt;Warp at di mo makakalimutan ang Time&lt;br&gt;Space Warp chant&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;17. idol mo si McGyver at nanonood&lt;br&gt;kang Perfect Strangers &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;18 eto malupet... six digits lang ba&lt;br&gt;ang phone number nyo dati&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;19. nakakatawag ka pa sa pay phone ng&lt;br&gt;3 bentesing ko lang ang dala&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;20. cute pa si aiza seguerra sa eat&lt;br&gt;bulaga at alam mo ang song na "eh kasi&lt;br&gt;bata"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;21. inabutan mo ang Magnolia Chocolait&lt;br&gt;na nasa glass bottle pa na ginagawang&lt;br&gt;lalagy an ng tubig ng nanay mo sa ref&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;22. meron kang pencil case na maraming&lt;br&gt;compartments na pinagyayabang mo sa mga&lt;br&gt;kaklase mo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;23. noon mo pa hinahanap kung saan ang&lt;br&gt;Goya Fun Factory at ang Sugarland&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;24 . alam mo ang kantang "gloria&lt;br&gt;labandera ".. lumusong sha sa tubig ang&lt;br&gt;paa ay nabasa at ang "1, 2, 3, asawa ni&lt;br&gt;marie"&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;25 . sosyal ka pag may play-doh ka at&lt;br&gt;Lego... at nag-iipon ka ng G.I. Joe&lt;br&gt;action figures at iba pa ang mukha ni&lt;br&gt;barbie noon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;26. inabutan mo pa yung singkong&lt;br&gt;korteng bulaklak at yung diyes na square&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;27 . lumaki kang bobo dahil ang akala&lt;br&gt;mo nangangagat talaga ang alimango sa&lt;br&gt;kantang tong-tong-tong... diba naninipit&lt;br&gt;yun&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;28. alam mo yung kwento ng pari na&lt;br&gt;binigyan ng pera yung batang umakyat ng&lt;br&gt;puno para bumili ng panty... and&lt;br&gt;shempre, alam mo rin ba kung ano binigay&lt;br&gt;nya sa nanay nung umakyat ng puno pati&lt;br&gt;ang mga kwento na bida si juan at&lt;br&gt;pedro&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;29. meron kang kabisadong kanta ni&lt;br&gt;andrew e na alam mo hanggang ngayon&lt;br&gt;aminin !!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;30. laging lampin ang sinasapin sa&lt;br&gt;likod mo pag pinapawisan ka o kaya&lt;br&gt;dyaryo or movistar magazine&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 31. bumibili ka ng tarzan, texas at&lt;br&gt;bazooka bubble gum, tira-tira, at yung&lt;br&gt;kending bilog na sinawsaw sa asukal at&lt;br&gt;the famous LALA na uutuin ka ng tindera&lt;br&gt;na lasang MILO&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;32. kinukupit mo pa at nanonood ka ng&lt;br&gt;mga porno tapes ng tatay mo na nasa&lt;br&gt;BETAMAX format pa. at sanay ka tawagin&lt;br&gt;ang porn as BOLD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;33. takot ka dumating ang year 2000&lt;br&gt;dahil sabi nla magugunaw daw ang mundo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-3285087870267387134?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/3285087870267387134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=3285087870267387134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/3285087870267387134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/3285087870267387134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/10/anak-ka-ng.html' title='Anak ka ng *'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-7536080465336905220</id><published>2007-10-18T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:39:32.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man Code</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://rst.gsfc.nasa.gov/Intro/barcode.jpg" alt="Bar Code" style="width: 300px; height: 224px;" title="Bar Code" align="absmiddle" height="224" width="300"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Thou shall not rent the movie Chocolate.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. If you’ve known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever! Unless you actually marry her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. When questioned by a buddy’s wife, girlfriend, mother, father, priest, shrink, dentist, accountant, or dog walker, you need not and should not provide any useful information as to his whereabouts. You are even permitted to deny his very existence.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. Unless he murdered someone in your immediate family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 24 hours.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. You may exaggerate any anecdote told in a bar by 50% without recrimination; beyond that, anyone within earshot is allowed to yell out “BULLSHIT!” (Exception: When trying to pick up a girl, the allowable exaggeration is 400%)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. The minimum amount of time you have to wait for another guy is 5 minutes. The maximum is 6 minutes. For a girl, you are required to wait 10 minutes for every point of hotness she scores on the classic 1-10 babe scale.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. Complaining about the brand of free beverages in a buddy’s refrigerator is forbidden. But you may gripe if the temperature is unsuitable.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. A friend must be permitted to borrow anything you own - grill, car, firstborn child - within 12 hr notice. Women or anything considered “lucky” are not applicable in this case.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. Agreeing to distract the skanky friend of a hot babe that your buddy is trying to hook up with is your legal duty. Should you get carried away with your good deed and end up having sex with the beast, your pal is forbidden to ever speak of it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11. On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;12. Before dating a buddy’s ex you are required to ask his permission and he in return is required to grant it. He is however allowed to say, “man, you’re gonna love the way she licks your balls”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;13. Women who claim they “love to watch sports” must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to pick a Buffalo wing clean.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;14. If a man’s zipper is down, that’s his problem - You didn’t see nothin’.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;15. No man is ever required to buy a birthday present for another man. In fact, even remembering a best friend’s birthday is strictly optional, and slightly gay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;16. You must offer heartfelt condolences over the death of a girlfriend’s cat, even if it was you who secretly set it on fire, and threw it into a ceiling fan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;17. While your girlfriend must bond with your buddy’s girlfriends within 30 minutes of meeting them, you are not required to make nice with her gal pal’s boyfriends - Low level sports bonding is all the law requires.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;18. Unless you have a lucrative endorsement contract, never appear in public wearing more than one Nike swoosh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;19. When stumbling upon other guys watching a sporting event, you may always ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who is playing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;20. When your girlfriend/wife expresses a desire to fix her ugly, whiny friend up with your pal, you must grant permission, but only if you have ample time to warn your friend to prepare his excuse about joining the priesthood.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;21. Only in a situation of mortal danger or ass peril are you permitted to kick another member of the male species in the testicles.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;22. Unless you’re in prison, never fight naked.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;23. If your buddy is outnumbered outmanned, or too drunk to defend himself, you must jump into the fight. Exception: If within the past 24 hours his actions have caused you to think “What this guy needs is a good ass whuppin’, then you may sit back and enjoy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;24. A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;25. When picking players for sports teams it is permissible to skip over your buddy in favour of better athletes - as long as you don’t let him be the last sorry son of a bitch standing on the sideline.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;26. If you compliment a guy on his six-pack, you better be referring to his beer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;27. Never join your girlfriend/wife in ragging on a buddy of yours, unless she is withholding sex, pending your response.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;28. Phrases that may NOT be uttered to another man while weight lifting:&lt;br&gt; “Yeah, baby, push it!”&lt;br&gt; “C’mon, give me one more! Harder!”&lt;br&gt; “Another set and we can hit the showers”&lt;br&gt; “Nice ass, are you a Sagittarius?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;29. Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both. That’s just mean.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;30. Never talk to another man in the bathroom unless you’re on equal footing: either both urinating or both waiting in line. In all other situations, a nod will do just fine.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;31. Never allow a telephone conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;32. You can not rat out a friend who show’s up to work or class with a massive hangover, however you may: hide the aspirin, smear his chair with limburger cheese, turn the brightness on his computer way up so he thinks its broken, or have him paged every seven minutes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;33. If your buddy is trying to hook up with a girl, you may sabotage him only in a manner that gives you no chances of getting any either.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;34. Before allowing a drunken friend to cheat on his girl, you must attempt one intervention. If he can get up on his feet, look you in the eye, and deliver a “Fuck off!” then you are absolved from all responsibility. Later on it is ok that you have no idea what his girlfriend is talking about.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;35. The morning after you and a babe, who was formerly “just a friend”, go at it, the fact that you’re feeling weird and guilty is no reason not to jump on her again before there is a discussion about what a big mistake it was.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;36. When using a urinal in a public restroom, a buffer zone of at least one urinal will exist at all times. If the only empty urinal is directly next to an occupied on, then you are still required to wait.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;37. When coming to a room which you know is occupied by your friend and possibly another girl, you must knock and wait for an adequate response. If no response occurs, and the door is locked, a 10 minute period is required before knocking again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;38. If you accidentally touch or brush against any part of another man below the waist, it is an understood accident, and NO apologies or any reference to the occurrence is necessary.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;39. Any dispute lasting any longer than 3 minutes must be settled by rock, paper, scissors. There is no argument too important for this determining method.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;40. Only acceptable time when a man is allowed to cry:&lt;br&gt; When a heroic dog dies to save his master.&lt;br&gt; After being struck in the testicles with anything moving faster than 7 mph.&lt;br&gt; When your date is using her teeth.&lt;br&gt; The day Anna Kornikova chooses a husband.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;41. If a hot girl shall happen to pass by while you are in an arms reach of your buddy, you must, tap him on the shoulder to make him aware of the babe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;42. A man’s shoes may not intentionally match any other article of clothing on his body.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;43. No man shall ever allow anyone to speak ill of The Simpsons or any Rocky movie. (Exception: Rocky V)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;44. Any object thrown with reasonable speed and accuracy, MUST be caught.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;45. No man shall ever keep track of, or count, the amount of beers he has drunk in a night.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;46. It is permissible to consume a fruity chick drink only when you’re sunning on a tropical beach, and it’s delivered by a topless supermodel, and it’s free.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;47. Under no circumstances may two non-related men share a bed or anything which could be perceived as a mattress.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;48. If you jiggle more than twice, you’re playing with it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;49. A man shall never help another man apply sun tan oil.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;50. It is the God given duty of every man to assist any other man that may be in need of assistance in obtaining a threesome with two girls.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-7536080465336905220?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/7536080465336905220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=7536080465336905220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/7536080465336905220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/7536080465336905220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/10/man-code.html' title='The Man Code'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-4184621301832030631</id><published>2007-10-08T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T08:49:34.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! NOT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ecKjYqf7SmU/Rwl-jXPZv8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/2s3el6FHcCk/s1600-h/birthday-cake-white-729010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ecKjYqf7SmU/Rwl-jXPZv8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/2s3el6FHcCk/s320/birthday-cake-white-729010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118761597482418114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's that time of the year when you are suppose to celebrate the time you came to this world. But I guess there is something wrong with me that I "almost" spend all my birthdays depressed, sad, or alone. Yes, I had some birthdays that were worth remembering but this one is not one of them. So I guess here's to me for getting a step closer to the grave with no noteworthy achievement in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-4184621301832030631?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/4184621301832030631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=4184621301832030631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/4184621301832030631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/4184621301832030631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-not.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! NOT!!!'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ecKjYqf7SmU/Rwl-jXPZv8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/2s3el6FHcCk/s72-c/birthday-cake-white-729010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-4044465723502911280</id><published>2007-09-23T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T22:24:32.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ughernandez.mypersonality.info/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/2/21513.png" alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this personality test site in Adrian's site and was quite interested on the details it gave. Now, I'm not quite sure if this is right. I tried answering it honestly but I'm still not sure. So if you're reading this could you help me if this is what you see in me thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-4044465723502911280?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/4044465723502911280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=4044465723502911280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/4044465723502911280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/4044465723502911280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-personality.html' title='My Personality'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-583424762297378116</id><published>2007-09-19T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T13:20:01.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BEGINNING</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I started a new a job last Monday as a Training Assistant at AIG-BPSI in Alabang. It was really great to actually get paid regularly than just be given an allowance for working in a family business. The job is great so far; my boss is really nice and has given me free rein in how I will perform my job. The managers and trainers have been really supportive and helpful with me. I hope everything turn out good. Wish me luck. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-583424762297378116?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/583424762297378116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=583424762297378116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/583424762297378116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/583424762297378116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-beginning.html' title='NEW BEGINNING'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-2574366960552448888</id><published>2007-09-12T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T19:34:26.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I JUST WANT TO CRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ecKjYqf7SmU/RufNrVQq89I/AAAAAAAAAD0/N0iSpm3YHpo/s1600-h/PigCrying.gif"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l222/ughernandez/PigCrying.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-2574366960552448888?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/2574366960552448888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=2574366960552448888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/2574366960552448888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/2574366960552448888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-just-want-to-cry.html' title='I JUST WANT TO CRY'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-4684627294138886300</id><published>2007-09-09T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T20:53:34.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 9th Monthsary!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HCNkwJTf4M0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HCNkwJTf4M0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All Over Again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ronan]&lt;br /&gt;Turn down the light, turn up the radio.&lt;br /&gt;There's a fire in your eyes, and its keeping me warm&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me like it was yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;When we both felt our spirits collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kate]&lt;br /&gt;I remember the moment, being struck down by lightning&lt;br /&gt;Since the first time I saw your face, and you smiled&lt;br /&gt;Come and lay down with me&lt;br /&gt;Fill the space that's between us&lt;br /&gt;Feel the magic that keeps love alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, can be like the first time&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and soon you'll be there&lt;br /&gt;No man could ever guess what you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;Turn a spark to a flame,&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish, close your eyes, won't you start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Just like the first time you touched my skin,&lt;br /&gt;All over again&lt;br /&gt;I tasted heaven take me there again,&lt;br /&gt;All over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile&lt;br /&gt;Your touch,&lt;br /&gt;Your taste,&lt;br /&gt;It turns me on and on and on,&lt;br /&gt;That I fall in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;All over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kate]&lt;br /&gt;Come and step through the stars,&lt;br /&gt;Take a ride though the universe.&lt;br /&gt;As long as we're here, lets take this whole thing in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ronan]&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say,&lt;br /&gt;Is that you are so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Let me say it, all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos this time can be like the first time,&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, but you'll soon will be there&lt;br /&gt;No man could ever guess what he's feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Turn a spark to a flame,&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish, close your eyes, won't you start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile,&lt;br /&gt;Your touch,&lt;br /&gt;Your taste,&lt;br /&gt;It turns me on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;That I fall in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;I keep falling in love, with you.&lt;br /&gt;All over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over again&lt;br /&gt;All over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Monthsary Honey!!! I love you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-4684627294138886300?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/4684627294138886300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=4684627294138886300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/4684627294138886300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/4684627294138886300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-9th-monthsary.html' title='Happy 9th Monthsary!!!'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-5353360528306794944</id><published>2007-08-13T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T14:49:28.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I really had a great time reading this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LETTER TO&lt;br /&gt;OPTIMUS PRIME&lt;br /&gt;FROM HIS GEICO&lt;br /&gt;AUTO INSURANCE&lt;br /&gt;AGENT.&lt;br /&gt;BY JOHN FRANK WEAVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Prime,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have received your accident-claim reports for the month of June—they total 27. I regret to inform you that GEICO will not be able to reimburse you for any of those repairs. I feel that I have sent the same letter to you once a month for the last six months, and I am now sending it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since becoming a GEICO customer in January of this year, you have reported 131 accidents, requesting reimbursement for repairs necessitated by each one. You have claimed not to be responsible in any of them, usually listing the cause of the accident as either "Sneak attack by Decepticons" or "Unavoidable damage caused by protecting freedom for all sentient beings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only repairs for which you were reimbursed were the replacement of a cracked fender and a headlight, required after a Mr. I. Ron Hide backed his van into your truck; these cost $1,286.63. Our own investigation concluded that you were not at fault and that Mr. Hide had been drinking prior to the accident. Though police were unable to test his blood-alcohol level—Mr. Hide claimed that it would be impossible for police to examine his blood-alcohol content with a Breathalyzer, because he "doesn't breathe"—under Washington-state law, refusal to take a Breathalyzer test is equivalent to returning a result above the legal level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I repeat, those were the only repairs for which you have been reimbursed, and it was a very minor accident in comparison to your other claims. I mention a few to illustrate the larger trend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * $379,431.34 requested reimbursement for repairs to your truck cabin. You claimed the damage was caused by attacking fighter jets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * $665,789.11 requested reimbursement for repairs to your trailer. You claimed the damage was caused by a giant mechanical scorpion, which I can only assume is some amusement-park ride, although I question the wisdom of bringing your mobile home so close to such dangerous equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * $6,564,239.44 requested reimbursement for repairs to a truck part called the "Autobot Matrix of Leadership." You stated this occurred in "an ultimate confrontation between good and evil," with a Ms. Meg Atron and a Mr. U. Nicron causing the damage in question. Mr. Prime, I have checked every known car- and truck-part catalog published in the United States and have found nothing even resembling that part, never mind any part so expensive. Whatever disagreements you had with Ms. Atron and Mr. Nicron, I suggest that next time you either settle things peaceably or leave your Autobot Matrix of Leadership at home so it doesn't break. GEICO does not cover Autobot Matrix of Leaderships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on. Mr. Prime, I am going to remind you again: Your policy with GEICO only reimburses you for accidents that occur while you are engaged in the reasonable use of your truck and trailer. As I told you when you originally purchased the policy, GEICO does not offer Megatron coverage, Starscream coverage, Soundwave coverage, Decepticon coverage, or Energon-blast coverage. Those are just not the types of damages we would expect from reasonable use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up, GEICO has been unable to reimburse you for any repairs, but due to the high number of accidents you have been a party to this month, combined with the many accidents you have had in the preceding five months, your premium has increased to $235,567.50 per month. While that may seem like a lot, I remind you that it is a savings of $137 over Progressive and $98 over State Farm. Please have your check into our main office by the end of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon Furman&lt;br /&gt;GEICO Agent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-5353360528306794944?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/5353360528306794944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=5353360528306794944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/5353360528306794944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/5353360528306794944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-really-had-great-time-reading-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-14245220452016080</id><published>2007-07-28T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T11:41:18.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMICS AND FLASHES</title><content type='html'>Okay, for the pass couple of weeks I've been hooked to online comics and flash games in the net. I needed something to relieve stress and boredom, guess I got addicted along the way. Hehehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-14245220452016080?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/14245220452016080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=14245220452016080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/14245220452016080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/14245220452016080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/07/comics-and-flashes.html' title='COMICS AND FLASHES'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-3652887026281909282</id><published>2007-07-20T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T21:50:23.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a MILF!!!</title><content type='html'>Got this from isha's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.comicvine.com/dating/widget/&amp;q0=1&amp;q1=3&amp;q2=3&amp;q3=2&amp;q4=4&amp;q5=1&amp;q6=2&amp;q7=4&amp;q8=3&amp;q9=4&amp;q10=1&amp;q11=4&amp;q12=3&amp;q13=3&amp;q14=5&amp;q15=4&amp;q16=5&amp;q17=4&amp;q18=1&amp;q19=5&amp;q20=3&amp;q21=3&amp;q22=4&amp;q23=2&amp;q24=4&amp;q25=5&amp;q26=2&amp;q27=5&amp;q28=1&amp;q29=2&amp;q30=4&amp;q31=1&amp;q32=4&amp;q33=5&amp;q34=3&amp;gId=2" width="308" height="700" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" &gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-3652887026281909282?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/3652887026281909282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=3652887026281909282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/3652887026281909282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/3652887026281909282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='I&apos;m a MILF!!!'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-8707472308735964153</id><published>2007-07-20T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T08:14:17.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ecKjYqf7SmU/Rp_9el3tt_I/AAAAAAAAADs/9uliLJ1W5es/s1600-h/DSC00502+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ecKjYqf7SmU/Rp_9el3tt_I/AAAAAAAAADs/9uliLJ1W5es/s320/DSC00502+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089064805955647474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This my second attempt to study Adobe Photoshop. The first time, i only ended making a drawing a flower a two year-old can do. At least this time, I got a little better. It took me an hour to do this( I tried using all the control that I can see, to find out what it does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-8707472308735964153?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/8707472308735964153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=8707472308735964153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/8707472308735964153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/8707472308735964153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-my-second-attempt-to-study-adobe.html' title=''/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ecKjYqf7SmU/Rp_9el3tt_I/AAAAAAAAADs/9uliLJ1W5es/s72-c/DSC00502+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-6528485427047933891</id><published>2007-07-17T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T11:51:33.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE RULEZ</title><content type='html'>We always hear "the rules" from the&lt;br /&gt;females side. Now here are the rules&lt;br /&gt;from the men's side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are our rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Please note... these are all numbered&lt;br /&gt;"1" ON PURPOSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Breasts are for looking at and that&lt;br /&gt;is why we do it. Don't try to change&lt;br /&gt;that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn to work the toilet seat.&lt;br /&gt;You're a big girl. If it's up, put it&lt;br /&gt;down. We need it up, you need it down.&lt;br /&gt;You don't hear us complaining about&lt;br /&gt;you leaving it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Saturday = sports . It's like the&lt;br /&gt;full moon or the changing of the tides.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shopping is not a sport. And no, we&lt;br /&gt;are never going to think of it that&lt;br /&gt;way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Crying is blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ask for what you want. Let's be&lt;br /&gt;clear on this one:&lt;br /&gt;....Subtle hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;....Strong hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;....Obvious hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;....JUST SAY IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Yes" and "No" are perfectly&lt;br /&gt;acceptable answers to almost every&lt;br /&gt;question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Come to us with a problem only if&lt;br /&gt;you want help solving it. That's what&lt;br /&gt;we do. Sympathy is what your&lt;br /&gt;girlfriends are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A headache that lasts for 17 months&lt;br /&gt;is a problem. See a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything we said 6 months ago is&lt;br /&gt;inadmissible in an argument. In fact,&lt;br /&gt;all comments become null and void after&lt;br /&gt;7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you think you're fat, you&lt;br /&gt;probably are. Don't ask us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If something we said can be&lt;br /&gt;interpreted two ways, and one of the&lt;br /&gt;ways makes you sad and angry, we meant&lt;br /&gt;the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can either ask us to do&lt;br /&gt;something, or tell us how you want it&lt;br /&gt;done.&lt;br /&gt;....Not both.&lt;br /&gt;....If you already know best how to do&lt;br /&gt;it, just do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whenever possible, please say what&lt;br /&gt;you have to say during commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Christopher Columbus did not need&lt;br /&gt;directions and neither do we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. All men see only in 16 colors, like&lt;br /&gt;Windows default settings.&lt;br /&gt;....Peach, for example, is a fruit, not&lt;br /&gt;a color. Pumpkin is also a fruit.&lt;br /&gt;....We have no idea what mauve is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If it itches, it will be scratched.&lt;br /&gt;We do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If we ask what is wrong and you say&lt;br /&gt;"nothing", we will act like nothing is&lt;br /&gt;wrong. We know you are lying, but it is&lt;br /&gt;just not worth the hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you ask a question you don't want&lt;br /&gt;an answer to, expect an answer you&lt;br /&gt;don't&lt;br /&gt;want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When we have to go somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;absolutely anything you wear is fine.&lt;br /&gt;Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't ask us what we're thinking&lt;br /&gt;about unless you are prepared to&lt;br /&gt;discuss&lt;br /&gt;such topics as:&lt;br /&gt;....Sex&lt;br /&gt;....Sports or&lt;br /&gt;....Cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have enough clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have too many shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am in shape. round is a shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank you for reading this; yes, I&lt;br /&gt;know, I have to sleep on the couch&lt;br /&gt;tonight, but did you know men really&lt;br /&gt;don't mind that? It's like camping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-6528485427047933891?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/6528485427047933891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=6528485427047933891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6528485427047933891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6528485427047933891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/07/rulez.html' title='THE RULEZ'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-6447188374028705893</id><published>2007-07-14T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T00:50:41.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw Transformers yesterday after two weeks of wanting to watch it. Unfortunately, I expected too much from the movie. The robots were really good and i found myself getting excited when Optimus Prime started talking, but as the movie progressed I was actually screaming inside "Less talking, more Transforming!!!". Yes, it turn "human movie" as Tobie said. I found a lot of unnecessary characters, dialogue, and scenes. It was a good movie but not memorable at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie also made me reminisce some animation I love too watch when I a kid. I remember waking early in the morning during the weekends just to watch them. Who could forget Thundercats, G.I. Joe, He-Man (the first edition, She-ra, Dino Riders, Ghostbusters, and so much more. It really feels good to remembers those shows, just be sure when you talk about it make sure your with the same or older generation or else you'll get that weird look and get that feeling that your getting really old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-6447188374028705893?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/6447188374028705893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=6447188374028705893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6447188374028705893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6447188374028705893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-saw-transformers-yesterday-after-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-8359768164305800182</id><published>2007-06-28T03:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T18:26:58.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARRIAGY</title><content type='html'>I finally meet Aprile’s older sister, Cherry, today when I visited her mom in the hospital. She was really okay and fun to be with, but I knew that there would be a problem when the thing called religion came up. As most of you know, I’m a Mormon and Aprile is a Catholic--“a devout Catholic.” We really stayed away from the issue, but I knew it would come out eventually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the visit went well. When it was time for Cherry to leave, Aprile went down with her. It took some time for her to come back. I asked what they did, and she said they had a chat about a lot things, including me. I, being ever the curious asked what said about me. Everything was good until my religion came up. Her sister went a little apprehensive about me being of a different religion, and she was quite worried about Aprile changing her religion. She told her sister that everything was okay and she had no plans of changing hers, and it wasn’t a problem in our relationship and that I was okay with it (I really am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up talking about our plans for the future, and then she told me that she dreamed about having a Catholic marriage and already had a priest in mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong here. I would marry her no matter what, but I think I’ll burn to ashes once I step in a “church” at the moment. That might’ve been overly exaggerated, but God and I have not been in good terms for a while now.  The idea of me getting married under any religion is not sitting very well with me. I still believe in everything about my faith, but there’s still this hate (excuse me for the word) inside me, that part of me that’s hurt, alone, bitter, and  keeps on asking why.  It’s funny that these feelings are still with me after all that’s been said and done. I know a lot of people would be sad and confused, but that’s just how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Aprile, I love you and still love to marry you in the future. Don’t worry it about I’ll think of something. WUBBERS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-8359768164305800182?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/8359768164305800182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=8359768164305800182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/8359768164305800182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/8359768164305800182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/06/marriagy_28.html' title='MARRIAGY'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-246051441427226114</id><published>2007-06-28T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T03:18:04.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tcRiXOONqf0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tcRiXOONqf0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Mika's new video, which made me have a great time watching. It's very entertaining and "happy". It also has a really good message. Even though, he and this video reminds of the Freddie Mercury and Fat-bottomed Girls, its really a matter of perspective I guess, as long as your having fun and happy I see nothing wrong with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2MymUnFU1lY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2MymUnFU1lY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my side of the planet, a very good example why I really don't watch local movies. It's suppose to be a action movie but it turns out to be a parody of all good action movies. Exploding obviously fake helicopters, heroes that could stand a beating would kill a human, able to shoot an automatic rifle with one hand, and of course crappy lines.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ito lang ang masasabi ko, SAGING LANG SANGING LANG ANG MAY PUSO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-246051441427226114?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/246051441427226114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=246051441427226114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/246051441427226114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/246051441427226114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/06/smile.html' title='Smile!!!'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-8555027080093723999</id><published>2007-06-18T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T10:24:33.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic Four</title><content type='html'>Just got to see Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer. At first, I wasn't expecting much from it , but it turned out pretty well. I liked the way they tried to stick to the comics as much as possible and the surfer was pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ecKjYqf7SmU/RnafNxXBN2I/AAAAAAAAADk/DEMceX0UWDk/s1600-h/fantastic-four-rise-of-the-silver-surfer-20061221110720141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ecKjYqf7SmU/RnafNxXBN2I/AAAAAAAAADk/DEMceX0UWDk/s320/fantastic-four-rise-of-the-silver-surfer-20061221110720141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077420688843814754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even liked how they portrayed Galactus, considering he was a giant that looked like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ecKjYqf7SmU/RnaebhXBN1I/AAAAAAAAADc/Js4SUnAiz8g/s1600-h/galactus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ecKjYqf7SmU/RnaebhXBN1I/AAAAAAAAADc/Js4SUnAiz8g/s320/galactus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077419825555388242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that weirded me out was when the surfer brought the Invisible Woman back from the dead. I never thought he could do that. All in all it was a pretty good movie and worth your money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-8555027080093723999?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/8555027080093723999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=8555027080093723999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/8555027080093723999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/8555027080093723999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/06/fantastic-four.html' title='Fantastic Four'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ecKjYqf7SmU/RnafNxXBN2I/AAAAAAAAADk/DEMceX0UWDk/s72-c/fantastic-four-rise-of-the-silver-surfer-20061221110720141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-1359642531628908728</id><published>2007-06-13T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T18:27:57.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xfq_A8nXMsQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xfq_A8nXMsQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99&lt;br /&gt;If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be&lt;br /&gt;it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by&lt;br /&gt;scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable&lt;br /&gt;than my own meandering&lt;br /&gt;experience…I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not&lt;br /&gt;understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.&lt;br /&gt;But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and&lt;br /&gt;recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before&lt;br /&gt;you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you&lt;br /&gt;imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as&lt;br /&gt;effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing&lt;br /&gt;bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that&lt;br /&gt;never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm&lt;br /&gt;on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you Sing Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with&lt;br /&gt;people who are reckless with yours. Floss Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with&lt;br /&gt;yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you&lt;br /&gt;succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your&lt;br /&gt;life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they&lt;br /&gt;wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year&lt;br /&gt;olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe&lt;br /&gt;you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky&lt;br /&gt;chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t&lt;br /&gt;congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your&lt;br /&gt;choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,&lt;br /&gt;use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people&lt;br /&gt;think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever&lt;br /&gt;own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for&lt;br /&gt;good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the&lt;br /&gt;people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you&lt;br /&gt;should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and&lt;br /&gt;lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you&lt;br /&gt;knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live&lt;br /&gt;in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will&lt;br /&gt;philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize&lt;br /&gt;that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were&lt;br /&gt;noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,&lt;br /&gt;maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one&lt;br /&gt;might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will&lt;br /&gt;look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who&lt;br /&gt;supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of&lt;br /&gt;fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the&lt;br /&gt;ugly parts and recycling it for more than&lt;br /&gt;it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I found some old songs in my small collection. I never thought that I have this song and as I was listening to it some really good thoughts especially on the sunscreen :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-1359642531628908728?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/1359642531628908728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=1359642531628908728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/1359642531628908728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/1359642531628908728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/06/everybodys-free-to-wear-sunscreen.html' title='Everybody&apos;s Free (To Wear Sunscreen)'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-8456766447999534731</id><published>2007-06-06T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T19:50:15.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes</title><content type='html'>I've been playing Heroes of Might and Magic V for awhile now. Its a turn-based strategy game (for us who does not have lightning reflexes and sometimes what to eat while playing :&gt;). It;s also one of those games that you start a map when there is still daylight and half-way through the map it's already dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as good as the first three but it still better than the fourth. I'm still a long way to go and I actually just downloaded the expansion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-8456766447999534731?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/8456766447999534731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=8456766447999534731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/8456766447999534731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/8456766447999534731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/06/bored.html' title='Heroes'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-8490949368621078850</id><published>2007-05-17T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T20:36:21.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRACE KELLY-MIKA</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tPUpxIBkcjM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tPUpxIBkcjM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna talk to you&lt;br /&gt;The last time we talked Mr. Smith you reduced me to tears&lt;br /&gt;I promise you it wont happen again&lt;br /&gt;Do I attract you?&lt;br /&gt;Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?&lt;br /&gt;Am I too dirty?&lt;br /&gt;Am I too flirty?&lt;br /&gt;Do I like what you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be wholesome&lt;br /&gt;I could be loathsome&lt;br /&gt;guess I'm a little bit shy&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me without making me try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be like Grace Kelly&lt;br /&gt;But all her looks were too sad&lt;br /&gt;So I try a little Freddie, mmm&lt;br /&gt;I've gone identity mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;br /&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you walk out the door!&lt;br /&gt;Getting angry doesn't solve anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I help it&lt;br /&gt;How can I help it&lt;br /&gt;How can I help what you think?&lt;br /&gt;Hello my baby&lt;br /&gt;Hello my baby&lt;br /&gt;Putting my life on the brink&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Should I bend over?&lt;br /&gt;Should I look older just to be put on your shelf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be like Grace Kelly&lt;br /&gt;But all her looks were too sad&lt;br /&gt;So I try a little Freddie mmm&lt;br /&gt;I've gone identity mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;br /&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;walk out the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you want to satisfy yourself&lt;br /&gt;But you only want what everybody else says you should want&lt;br /&gt;you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;br /&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;walk out the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;br /&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;walk out the door!&lt;br /&gt;uuuuuua&lt;br /&gt;Humphry were leaving&lt;br /&gt;kerching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new favorite song right now (thanks to Tobie). He sounded like Freddie Mercury and he sings about really interesting and amusing topics enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-8490949368621078850?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/8490949368621078850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=8490949368621078850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/8490949368621078850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/8490949368621078850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/05/grace-kelly-mika.html' title='GRACE KELLY-MIKA'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-3455011421750482992</id><published>2007-05-15T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T02:32:25.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Quotes</title><content type='html'>Being referred as a thing has never been so much fun... hehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background:#fff; text-align:center; padding:8px 32px;margin:0px 10%;border:8px #acc solid;color:#000"&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:1.6em;font-family:impact,verdana,arial; margin:16px; color:#000"&gt;The power of Urim compels you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/movie.php?word=Urim&amp;ans=142" style="color:#077"&gt;Which movie was this quote from?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/movie.php" method="get"&gt;Get your own quotes: &lt;input type="text" name="word" SIZE=10&gt; &lt;input type="submit" value="Generate" class="button"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background:#fff; text-align:center; padding:8px 32px;margin:0px 10%;border:8px #acc solid;color:#000"&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:1.6em;font-family:impact,verdana,arial; margin:16px; color:#000"&gt;Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce Urim. Aren't you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/movie.php?word=Urim&amp;ans=43" style="color:#077"&gt;Which movie was this quote from?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/movie.php" method="get"&gt;Get your own quotes: &lt;input type="text" name="word" SIZE=10&gt; &lt;input type="submit" value="Generate" class="button"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background:#fff; text-align:center; padding:8px 32px;margin:0px 10%;border:8px #acc solid;color:#000"&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:1.6em;font-family:impact,verdana,arial; margin:16px; color:#000"&gt;You had me at Urim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/movie.php?word=Urim&amp;ans=43" style="color:#077"&gt;Which movie was this quote from?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/movie.php" method="get"&gt;Get your own quotes: &lt;input type="text" name="word" SIZE=10&gt; &lt;input type="submit" value="Generate" class="button"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-3455011421750482992?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/3455011421750482992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=3455011421750482992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/3455011421750482992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/3455011421750482992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/05/movie-quotes.html' title='Movie Quotes'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-3964879410817161620</id><published>2007-05-06T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T19:16:26.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXPLANATION</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to escape reality for a long time. I guess that is what happens when you don’t face your problems and conflict in life. At first, it all great showing the illusion that you’re able get back at you’re life and live normally or possibly happy. But in the end, everything catches up to you and ending up getting worse than you use too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have voices in my head frequently and fighting them is a losing battle. Nightmares are still there with less frequent but will still drain you of your courage to move on in life. Guilt is a constant companion with all the mistakes in life real or imagined (I honestly don’t know what really happened in some parts of my life). Disappointment and regret fills my mind daily. I tried to be strong, but I guess I’m really weak and in the end I just broke down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really sorry to those that are getting hurt because I honestly don’t know how to explain it. I’m just really scared right now and very weak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-3964879410817161620?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/3964879410817161620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=3964879410817161620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/3964879410817161620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/3964879410817161620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/05/explanation.html' title='EXPLANATION'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-6385540565591110991</id><published>2007-04-29T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T21:06:40.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look! Celebrity Look-A-Likes!</title><content type='html'>Found this interesting site. My honey's look-a-likes were okay, but for some strange reason mine are almost all girls. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/H/8_1/hqv439_5432962f564364gx2v4x39" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="432" width="403"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" height="1"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/H/8_1/n41y39_8363278b864364fwt6z439" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="432" width="403"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" height="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-6385540565591110991?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/6385540565591110991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=6385540565591110991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6385540565591110991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6385540565591110991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/04/look-celebrity-look-likes.html' title='Look! Celebrity Look-A-Likes!'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-8848257425145515906</id><published>2007-04-26T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T19:01:10.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;omething my honey wrote for me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I reach out, yet you keep turning away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What must I do to make you stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're not all happy smiles and laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're not so shallow as a street gutter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are two people in love--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are two people who love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why won't you just let us be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why won't you just let me be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A woman in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The woman who loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Until then, I'll wait here, outside, on your doorstep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please let me in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Don't worry hon, you're always inside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-8848257425145515906?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/8848257425145515906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=8848257425145515906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/8848257425145515906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/8848257425145515906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/04/something-my-honey-wrote-for-me-i-reach.html' title='hmmmm'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-1252168793244910787</id><published>2007-04-22T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:57:20.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back 2 Good</title><content type='html'>It's nothin,&lt;br /&gt;It's so normal&lt;br /&gt;You just stand there&lt;br /&gt;I could say so much,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't go there cuz I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;I was thinkin if you were lonely&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we could leave here and no one would know&lt;br /&gt;At least not to the point we would think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone here&lt;br /&gt;Knows everyone here is thinking 'bout somebody else&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's best if we all keep it under our hats And I couldn't tell if anyone here was feelin the way I do,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm lonely now,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to get it back to good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This don't mean that, you own me, well&lt;br /&gt;This ain't no good, in fact it's phony as hell&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but things worked out just like you wanted...too&lt;br /&gt;If you see me out you don't know me,&lt;br /&gt;Try to turn your head, try to give me some room&lt;br /&gt;Ah, to figure out just what I'm gonna do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everyone here&lt;br /&gt;Hates everyone here for doing just like they do&lt;br /&gt;And it's best if we all keep this quiet instead&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't tell&lt;br /&gt;Why everyone here was doing me like they do&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sorry now, and I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;To get it back to good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone here&lt;br /&gt;Is wondering what it's like to be with somebody else&lt;br /&gt;And everyone here's to blame&lt;br /&gt;And everyone here gets caught up in the pleasure or the pain&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well, everyone here hides shades of shame&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but looking inside we're the same, we're the same&lt;br /&gt;And we're all grown now,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but we don't know how&lt;br /&gt;To get it back to good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone here&lt;br /&gt;Knows everyone here is thinking 'bout somebody else&lt;br /&gt;And it's best if we all keep this&lt;br /&gt;Under our heads, yeah, our heads&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, see, I couldn't tell now,&lt;br /&gt;If anyone here was feeling the way I do&lt;br /&gt;But it's over now,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I don't know how,&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's over now,&lt;br /&gt;There's no getting back to good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-1252168793244910787?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/1252168793244910787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=1252168793244910787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/1252168793244910787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/1252168793244910787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-2-good.html' title='Back 2 Good'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-5108071721045302469</id><published>2007-04-19T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:53:45.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts for the Insane</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m sitting right now with a thousand thoughts passing through my mind from fish to religion, to my goals and comic books. I don’t know if I’m still awake or sane just typing that’s all I know hmmm seems to be really dark but the lights turn on I’m sweating but its cold where am I oh yeah I’m in front&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;of the computer hehehehe! Really horny maybe just lonely I guess oh shit I’m beginning to rhyme again. A turtle is flying to my room all green and really big Donatello is his name yes he is teenage mutant ninja turtle God why am I empty I hate you it’s really cold right now shut up Jared I’m not talking really now so back to the topic what’s topic oh yeah I forgot just rumbling I guess I want a kid really but can I raise them scared how can I take care of someone I want to eat. Haven’t been sleeping or am I asleep reality kinda in a blur lately. I’m fat and I need to lose weight tired but&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know why am I rambling I don’t how in the world should I know alone weird isn’t it how everything is doing okay and I have to destroy everything quitter hahahahaha!!! Shut up why you laughing really I’m not not talking to you so shut up okay stop fighting all of you this my turn says who me we don’t agree with you shut up I agree with him its his turn his one of us now don’t touch me I’ll talk to you all later let me finish bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-5108071721045302469?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/5108071721045302469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=5108071721045302469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/5108071721045302469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/5108071721045302469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-thoughts-for-insane.html' title='Random Thoughts for the Insane'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-3581292997147975755</id><published>2007-04-19T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:07:00.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ecKjYqf7SmU/RiZB36ThgEI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wM_8yhNL44/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ecKjYqf7SmU/RiZB36ThgEI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wM_8yhNL44/s320/DSC00134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054800060569714754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Honeyness!!! (I'm beginning to sound like you :P) I'm really happy to be a part of your life. You are one of the strongest person I've ever meet. You make my life complete. Always smile honey. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-3581292997147975755?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/3581292997147975755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=3581292997147975755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/3581292997147975755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/3581292997147975755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ecKjYqf7SmU/RiZB36ThgEI/AAAAAAAAADU/6wM_8yhNL44/s72-c/DSC00134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-2406099795020515570</id><published>2007-04-07T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T10:53:30.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy week</title><content type='html'>It's Black Saturday, and I'm all alone in the house, as my family went to Zambales for the weekend. I didn't go with them, because I was planning to have some rest and I wasn't in the mood to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rummaging through some of my stuff, when I found some of my journals when I was a missionary. A lot of memories came rushing to my mind--most of them I'd rather forget. I then remembered a song written on the back of one of the journals. It almost made me cry when I tried singing it. I don't know why, but I know something is missing in my life, though I am not yet ready to face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p class="style3"&gt;And the Roman soldiers laughed,&lt;br /&gt;as they saw their prisoner stumble&lt;br /&gt;He did not revile them back,&lt;br /&gt;wondering I asked who was this man so humble&lt;br /&gt;And the woman by my side,&lt;br /&gt;choked on her reply,&lt;br /&gt;as she struggled not to weep&lt;br /&gt;The tears flowed down her cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;her heart breaking as she cried &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="style3"&gt;Oh Lord my Redeemer,&lt;br /&gt;thou has done so much for me&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord my Redeemer,&lt;br /&gt;all my love I give to thee &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="style3"&gt;Then the crowd went pushing on,&lt;br /&gt;and I felt compelled to follow&lt;br /&gt;I knew that they were wrong,&lt;br /&gt;but they mocked Him all along&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my heart felt hollow,&lt;br /&gt;for they nailed Him to a tree&lt;br /&gt;On a hill called Calvary,&lt;br /&gt;as I stood there filled with wonder&lt;br /&gt;The Heavens roared with thunder,&lt;br /&gt;and again I heard this plea &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="style3"&gt;Oh Lord my Redeemer,&lt;br /&gt;thou has done so much for me&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord my Redeemer,&lt;br /&gt;all my love I give to thee &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="style3"&gt;I could not forget his face,&lt;br /&gt;and I wandered from that place&lt;br /&gt;With the questions ever burning and each answer came with grace&lt;br /&gt;And I knelt in earnest prayer,&lt;br /&gt;and his memory still there&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I felt joy beyond compare And the day turned into three,&lt;br /&gt;morning found me in a garden&lt;br /&gt;The gentle April breeze returned me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;Pleading for a pardon,&lt;br /&gt;and I can’t say when or why &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="style3"&gt;You opened up my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;his feet were there before&lt;br /&gt;His hands were open o’er me,&lt;br /&gt;His face I recognized &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="style3"&gt;Oh Lord my Redeemer,&lt;br /&gt;thou has done so much for me&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord my Redeemer,&lt;br /&gt;all my love I give to thee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-2406099795020515570?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/2406099795020515570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=2406099795020515570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/2406099795020515570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/2406099795020515570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/04/holy-week.html' title='Holy week'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-6259198279058771476</id><published>2007-04-01T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T19:14:55.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This week on...</title><content type='html'>I saw two movies this week and both reminded me of my childhood, or at least from what I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ecKjYqf7SmU/Rg97el6GBmI/AAAAAAAAADE/xD1SN-WiWvs/s1600-h/rockybalboa9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ecKjYqf7SmU/Rg97el6GBmI/AAAAAAAAADE/xD1SN-WiWvs/s320/rockybalboa9.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048389472807683682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was "Rocky Balboa", I know it was kinda weird for a 60-something boxing the reigning heavy champion of the world, surviving 10 rounds, and losing only to a split decision. But Rocky always has been that way, being the "underdog". It wasn't really impressive, but it brought a lot of memories watching betamax with my uncles and cousins. Really good days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ecKjYqf7SmU/Rg97el6GBnI/AAAAAAAAADM/4I7ItqLHOwM/s1600-h/teenagemutantninjaturtles2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ecKjYqf7SmU/Rg97el6GBnI/AAAAAAAAADM/4I7ItqLHOwM/s320/teenagemutantninjaturtles2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048389472807683698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was TMNT ( Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles). I don't why Aprile didn't want to watch this, but I was able to convince her after three days. Hehehe!!! Now, this really brought a lot of memories. Dressing up as the turtles, crying to my parents to buy me the toys, and shouting "COWABUNGA" every time the show was on TV. I still miss the nineties version, but I'm happy the personalities of the turtles hasn't changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ecKjYqf7SmU/Rg97eV6GBlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/98IeX-ec9mM/s1600-h/DSC00533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ecKjYqf7SmU/Rg97eV6GBlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/98IeX-ec9mM/s320/DSC00533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048389468512716370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention it here. Aprile and I bought a pair of hamsters a couple of months ago. They were really small then, but they're really fat now and cute. Hehehe!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-6259198279058771476?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/6259198279058771476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=6259198279058771476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6259198279058771476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6259198279058771476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-saw-two-movies-this-week-and-both.html' title='This week on...'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ecKjYqf7SmU/Rg97el6GBmI/AAAAAAAAADE/xD1SN-WiWvs/s72-c/rockybalboa9.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-6667448788686643451</id><published>2007-03-25T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T19:29:52.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Aprile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;I've tried writing something for my honey right, now but my mind is blank and I have no idea what to say. Guess I'll just do what others do. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IKANTA NA LANG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alone not long ago without a love to call my own&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid and thought it wasn't meant for me&lt;br /&gt;I didn't need anybody else that was what I would tell myself&lt;br /&gt;And I believed that that was how it would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that I was fine, oh, that I was doin' okay&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that I was blind I just went on along my way&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what I was missing till I felt your tender lips&lt;br /&gt;Kissing my fears away&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad you're here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I never had somebody I could lean on&lt;br /&gt;I never had a shoulder I could cry on till I found you baby&lt;br /&gt;Till I found you...&lt;br /&gt;And I never had somebody I would think about&lt;br /&gt;I never had someone I couldn't do without till I found you baby&lt;br /&gt;Till I found you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been badly hurt before&lt;br /&gt;Ever since then I would ignore a chance for love-&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a lie&lt;br /&gt;I learned to rely upon myself and&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was doing well until you came up with something&lt;br /&gt;I just cant deny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that I was fine&lt;br /&gt;Oh that I was doing alright&lt;br /&gt;I would go on and do my thing&lt;br /&gt;Everyday and every night&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know what I was missing till I felt your&lt;br /&gt;Tender love fillin' me up inside&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all my might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I never had somebody I could lean on&lt;br /&gt;I never had a shoulder I could cry on till I found you baby&lt;br /&gt;Till I found you...&lt;br /&gt;And I never had somebody I would think about&lt;br /&gt;I never had someone I couldn't do without till I found you baby&lt;br /&gt;Till I found you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew how good a love could feel..&lt;br /&gt;Till I found you&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought that a love could be so real...&lt;br /&gt;Till I found you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-6667448788686643451?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/6667448788686643451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=6667448788686643451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6667448788686643451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6667448788686643451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-aprile.html' title='To Aprile'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-1513414399069454614</id><published>2007-03-19T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T22:15:20.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School</title><content type='html'>I saw some of my high school friends last Saturday. It was great to see them and catch up on what happen to each others' lives. It was kinda funny that not much have change except gaining a couple of pounds and receding hairlines for some . We talk about almost any topic we could come up with especially past relationships and what happened to some of our friends and classmates. It's funny to note that most our batch are either married  and have kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually funny that my friends really saw as the distant, carefree, apathetic, and smart person. I actually never saw myself like that rather I saw myself as a goof ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school was the best days of my life. It gave us enough freedom to do what we want, without the complications of life that we put upon ourselves. We were free, idealistic , optimistic, and slightly innocent (not really). I'm happy that I can look back into that part and smile with all the great memories I had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-1513414399069454614?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/1513414399069454614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=1513414399069454614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/1513414399069454614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/1513414399069454614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/03/high-school.html' title='High School'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776164.post-6996630009354867830</id><published>2007-03-11T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:21:56.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monthsary!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Monthsary honey!!! Wow! It's been three months now. That was fast, but I guess that really happens when you have fun together. Sorry about the late post. Anyway, I love you and thanks for everything. You give me reason to love life. I promise to be always be there and remain faithful to you. I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776164-6996630009354867830?l=exhaustion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/feeds/6996630009354867830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776164&amp;postID=6996630009354867830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6996630009354867830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776164/posts/default/6996630009354867830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exhaustion.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-monthsary.html' title='Happy Monthsary!!!'/><author><name>Urim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06681761568503406726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKkTGH_xlLQ/TwBwFQ7I_6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/0NZS7bN26wI/s220/-7436254149477405893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
