<?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-4234654862597174833</id><updated>2012-03-01T02:03:35.730+08:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='vday'/><category term='Year-ender'/><category term='Crazy Pics'/><category term='Bitters&apos; Day'/><category term='Family'/><category term='online job'/><category term='foooooood'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Heart Talks'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Superman'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Design'/><category term='dream'/><category term='Oscars'/><category term='artworks'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Vector Crap'/><category term='Change'/><category term='valentines'/><category term='Favorites'/><category term='WSS'/><category term='Photoshop'/><category term='Layouting'/><category term='artist'/><category term='Uber Cheesy-ness'/><category term='Zombieland'/><category term='azkals'/><category term='Spectrum'/><category term='April'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Playlist'/><category term='BFF'/><category term='Crushesssss'/><category term='Spectres'/><category term='Bucket List'/><category term='December'/><category term='Realizations'/><category term='Peace'/><category term='Crazy Little Thing Called Love aka First Love'/><category term='Dan Matutina'/><category term='tsunami'/><category term='Libya'/><category term='MAJA SALVADOR'/><title type='text'>All Time Rants</title><subtitle type='html'>A teenage girl's daily dose of totally pointless rants.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-1132790075230436236</id><published>2012-03-01T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T02:02:00.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Leap Year Experience</title><content type='html'>Today's just another ordinary day but with extraordinary "happenings". February 29 felt so right. It's like everything's into its right place, perfect timing, proper setting. My lucky day (Well, Wednesday is usually my lucky day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why my day seemed so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Around 1 AM, we talked. I mean, chatted. We talked about his pictures, about my promise (on May) and some random stuff. After several days, he talked to me again. That's the best thing about it. &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Started my day right! Yay! &lt;/i&gt;Now time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I woke up at around 5:45 AM. After several attempts of waking up early to jog, I finally did it! 10 Laps, not bad for starters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm comfortable with my outfit, that's a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to my cousin's dental clinic (which by the way offers me a part time job) to do some minor adjustments in the layout and wollah, &lt;b&gt;PAYDAY!|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went back to school and I saw my other crush. Lee Min Ho look alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a pizza date with Epi, Coleen, Dazen and Irene. &lt;i&gt;/wrist I just jogged this morning. Must double time tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The Vow"&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;starring Channing Tatum and Rachel McAdams. We've been waiting for this movie since December. :) Channing's abs was a super plus plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And my "childhood playmate" sort of interacted with me again. Lol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things happened today. I really love my February 29. :) Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-1132790075230436236?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/1132790075230436236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=1132790075230436236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/1132790075230436236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/1132790075230436236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2012/03/leap-year-experience.html' title='A Leap Year Experience'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-7691810692854610098</id><published>2012-02-27T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T01:26:18.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something for Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oE_ZeN6vTb4/T0pqR-fcdzI/AAAAAAAAAcI/3S-Rac7qoVM/s1600/tumblr_lzyr0jJm8O1qd646ho1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oE_ZeN6vTb4/T0pqR-fcdzI/AAAAAAAAAcI/3S-Rac7qoVM/s640/tumblr_lzyr0jJm8O1qd646ho1_500.jpg" width="468" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;THIS. We should put this in mind all the time. Time has its own game, we never know the rules. We have no idea when will our time's going to end. While we still can say it and while they still can hear it, why not say it out loud? Why not tell them we love them? Does that make us less of a human when we say those three letter words? Guess not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Think I should do this more often, one way to patch up my relationship with the people here in our house. I guess we've gone too far and I want things to be back the way it is before. So yeah, I love you. There, I said it. :) I'm still alive though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-7691810692854610098?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/7691810692854610098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=7691810692854610098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/7691810692854610098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/7691810692854610098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2012/02/something-for-today.html' title='Something for Today'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oE_ZeN6vTb4/T0pqR-fcdzI/AAAAAAAAAcI/3S-Rac7qoVM/s72-c/tumblr_lzyr0jJm8O1qd646ho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-5104724556103623373</id><published>2012-02-24T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T01:37:00.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Just a little Reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BPnsgTi3RVg/T0Z3KuEu0II/AAAAAAAAAcA/weRSLhlanps/s1600/tumblr_lz6m05sKp21qmgmouo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BPnsgTi3RVg/T0Z3KuEu0II/AAAAAAAAAcA/weRSLhlanps/s400/tumblr_lz6m05sKp21qmgmouo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to remind myself more often. "Don't get TOO attached". Well maybe at least reserve a little space for goodbyes, for separation, for the so called word... Leaving. People come and go, at the end of the day it'll just be you alone. None of your friends can make you feel better except yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been hearing a lot of "goodbyes". I've seen people leave, and that's the saddest part of life, goodbyes. Problem with me is, I trusted them too much. I thought they'd make it to the end. But they didn't. They suddenly gave up. Some left to try other stuff. Some just really left with no reasons at all. You know what's sad? I learned to value them, I allowed them to be a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I decided... more likely, realized. I must prepare myself for things such as goodbyes, so that it will be less painful when it was actually happening. At least I expected it right? Again, "Don't get attached"... Yeah, must remind myself always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-5104724556103623373?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/5104724556103623373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=5104724556103623373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/5104724556103623373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/5104724556103623373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2012/02/just-little-reminder.html' title='Just a little Reminder'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BPnsgTi3RVg/T0Z3KuEu0II/AAAAAAAAAcA/weRSLhlanps/s72-c/tumblr_lz6m05sKp21qmgmouo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-7201755344775183481</id><published>2012-02-24T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T00:34:41.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's Wrong With Me</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been too emotional and I cannot pinpoint the reason why I'm acting this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's still about that Identity Thingy, I should've got myself used to that. But as days went by, I am becoming aware of the things that's happening around me. A lot of things happened lately and I have no idea how I should be handling them. Look, I am not a pro at this (no one is, I guess?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm being too paranoid. I don't know if there really is a problem. I don't know if there's something to worry about. In short, I don't know a single damn thing at all, and it makes me feel so stupid. It makes me realize how ignorant I was. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, at this point I really wish my friends were there. My "matured" friends I mean. I tried to text them, no reply. I guess, they're busy with their own lives too. Sorry for bothering. For now, I'll just... well yeah, pray. Maybe, I need to spend a day with Him once again. I miss talking to Him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Irene, for listening. Though you always claim that you're not expert at this. Still, I thank God for giving me a best friend like you who never got tired of me. Wushooo. Drama. Hahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Mortals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-7201755344775183481?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/7201755344775183481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=7201755344775183481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/7201755344775183481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/7201755344775183481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2012/02/somethings-wrong-with-me.html' title='Something&apos;s Wrong With Me'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-4191790794025090359</id><published>2012-02-17T03:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T03:16:09.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rush Project</title><content type='html'>This afternoon, I was tasked to make a Promotional Poster for our Variety show on the 24th (it's an end-term project for our Art &amp;amp; Business of Entertainment subject) due: tomorrow. Drat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For hours, I was brain drained. My creative juices won't work (if ever I really have some of those "juices"). And I was having a terrible headache, not even a 2-serving Chicken Fillet meal can cure it. I was practically cursing to death. Pardon my French dear friends. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after hours and hours of deleting, adding, and well yeah hiding layers... here's what I've come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KbkE0k7hGBA/Tz1UfJNV9VI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Tc_mMvNZSYM/s1600/jud.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KbkE0k7hGBA/Tz1UfJNV9VI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Tc_mMvNZSYM/s640/jud.jpg" width="414" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Not as Party-ish as it may look like. Sorry, that's all I could ever think of. My mind's been&amp;nbsp;dysfunctional&amp;nbsp;lately and I'm a little less inspired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And did I mentioned that I still have to do the tickets? Yeah, this one's kinda easy since I just need to transfer some layers to a new blank canvass. :) So here it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9iXt9bwonvY/Tz1UlRsuzoI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Iausa_uLpps/s1600/ticket.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9iXt9bwonvY/Tz1UlRsuzoI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Iausa_uLpps/s400/ticket.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That's it. :) Honestly, I like the ticket more than the poster. I dunno why. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Good thing I have this new book, so it kept me from boredom while waiting for our shitty PC to load (I wish I was in the office). It's 3:12 AM. I must pack my stuff for Guihulngan tomorrow, and maybe grab some sleep. Night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-4191790794025090359?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/4191790794025090359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=4191790794025090359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4191790794025090359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4191790794025090359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2012/02/rush-project.html' title='A Rush Project'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KbkE0k7hGBA/Tz1UfJNV9VI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Tc_mMvNZSYM/s72-c/jud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-3129139615829473221</id><published>2012-02-13T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T23:57:04.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is Valentines Day. Wait, what?</title><content type='html'>Oh, Bitters' Day you mean. That's our term for February 14- Bitters' Day, Independence Day, Singles Awareness Day (SAD), or another ordinary Tuesday. Who the hell labeled the fourteenth day of February as the day for lovers? I demand a very good explanation. Anyways, why is everybody (including me) making a big deal out of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're single, you don't have a date... does that make you an illegal alien or something? Don't have a boyfriend/girlfriend? Go out with your friends! That's more fun, the more the merrier. We actually did that last year, and know what? That's the best Feb. 14 celebration so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope everyone's gonna enjoy their day tomorrow. Let's just hope for the best. With or without love life, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-3129139615829473221?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/3129139615829473221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=3129139615829473221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/3129139615829473221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/3129139615829473221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2012/02/tomorrow-is-valentines-day-wait-what.html' title='Tomorrow is Valentines Day. Wait, what?'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-760352977390244663</id><published>2012-02-11T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T21:56:53.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artworks'/><title type='text'>First Artwork for 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;While waiting for Dazen to finish writing her short story, I got bored so I decided to play with Photoshop once again. Gahhd, I missed it. Well then, my boredom resulted to this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZekSnuWtNt4/TzZy62Zc4dI/AAAAAAAAAa0/CoDNzpYBjng/s1600/babayi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZekSnuWtNt4/TzZy62Zc4dI/AAAAAAAAAa0/CoDNzpYBjng/s640/babayi.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr. I really should practice doing the facial features. It's sucks. I know. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, gotta go home. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-760352977390244663?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/760352977390244663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=760352977390244663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/760352977390244663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/760352977390244663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2012/02/first-artwork-for-2012.html' title='First Artwork for 2012'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZekSnuWtNt4/TzZy62Zc4dI/AAAAAAAAAa0/CoDNzpYBjng/s72-c/babayi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-6283670176147281171</id><published>2012-02-03T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T00:00:05.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Identity Thingy.</title><content type='html'>I am actually at the state of being curious and confused at the same time. I've reached the point of asking myself who I really am. I thought everything would be just fine. Everything will just go smoothly as it is. But one day, I realized I cannot run away from that fact... my biological father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day, it bothers me. A lot of what ifs come to my mind, and I always end up crying myself to sleep. It hurts to know that he never even bothered to know about his daughter. Seventeen years, I never heard a single word from him. Tsk tsk.. Seventeen years had passed, still no signs of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to hurt my step dad here. In fact, I love him more than my real dad. It's just that there's something missing.. maybe my identity. A lot of people would say that I got my nose and my complexion from my dad and I've seen it in pictures too, and yeah.. they're quite right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks ago, I've made up my mind. I'll start looking for him before I turn eighteen. I'm beginning to hate myself everyday and I don't think that'd be healthy. I hated all the people in our house well maybe because I do have trust and identity issues. Honestly, I don't know who to trust in this house anymore. It's like everybody's too busy to even care about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, I really feel so lost. I don't know how to start this search or where to start looking for him. All I have is his name and his picture. Other details? I'm totally clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'll keep on praying. I hope one day, He'll be able to give me some answers.. I hope to find you, Papa. I have lots of questions that only you can give the answer. First thing would be, &lt;i&gt;why did you leave us?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;My biological father's name is &lt;b&gt;Ronnie De Vera Sanchez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;He is from Pampanga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Once worked in Baguio (Royal London Circus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;~where he actually met my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[any help will be appreciated] :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-6283670176147281171?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/6283670176147281171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=6283670176147281171&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/6283670176147281171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/6283670176147281171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2012/02/identity-thingy.html' title='Identity Thingy.'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-4616543996046719716</id><published>2012-01-31T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T00:38:18.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAY Three to Six</title><content type='html'>Yes. Just in time for my birthday. I really hope I could come and attend that event once again. It's like a birthday treat slash seminar. I bet they'll be having badass speakers on graphic design, it's their forte anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I really would like to come.. for certain reasons I cannot share. There are 3 reasons actually. And hopefully, that wish will be granted. *Fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-4616543996046719716?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/4616543996046719716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=4616543996046719716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4616543996046719716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4616543996046719716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2012/01/may-three-to-six.html' title='MAY Three to Six'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-3797504848106704470</id><published>2011-12-31T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T22:26:33.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year-ender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dan Matutina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='December'/><title type='text'>Jam-packed December!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right. I haven't blogged for weeks now. Sorry. I just don't feel like blogging about anything. Yeah. Anyways, before the year's finally over, I'd like to share with you how I spent the last month of the year. Yeaboi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;December 1st- we're kinda busy with the RE:Design talk with our Speakers from Mayad Studios, Ms. Marga and Sir Fiel (ooops, I'll upload a picture soon) and of course a talk on Graphic Design by our design inspiration and idol, Mr. Dan Matutina. Yeah, I've met him before during Graphika Manila 2011 but that was just a short encounter. I was so star struck upon seeing him O_O. This guy is really awesome to the bones! &lt;i&gt;Ang saya niyang kasama, cooool! &lt;/i&gt;Some of my colleagues even said he's soooo "cute"! Hahaha..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A very good way to start my December. Oyeah.. and here's our photo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UD9EGf4mxtY/TtjSVc_HHxI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/adhuO2wYZ4M/s1600/IMG_1486.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UD9EGf4mxtY/TtjSVc_HHxI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/adhuO2wYZ4M/s320/IMG_1486.jpg" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With The Dan Matutina! O_O&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-o0o-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then, a week before exams.. we're soo busy with the December issue of our Newspaper. Instead of facing our books for the upcoming exams, we stayed up late just to finish our Newspaper, and it was good! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-o0o-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;December 16-24, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I'm proud to say that I've completed the 9 Mornings or also known as the &lt;i&gt;Simbang Gabi, Misa de Gallo &lt;/i&gt;or the Dawn Masses... and I've already made my wish. &lt;i&gt;(Lord please? Sana matupad...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The best thing about this week was when my cousin told me that I'm going to be a &lt;i&gt;Tita&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;soon. Yep, she's preggy 2 months and 2 weeks. Yey!! I can't wait to see my neice/nephew soooonest! Congratulations Manang and Manong! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;December 25, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Celebrated Christmas with my Family and our adopted, Manang Cherai. Hahaha. :) As usual, pig out day for all of us and we all ended up with bloated tummies! Good times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;December 26, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Spent the rest of the afternoon at Fatima's house with some of my girl friends. Talked about almost everything that comes to our mind, ate, and watched Disney's Geek Charming. Played with the camera, and here are some photos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yRR7UKzQbeo/Tv7T_z4OGNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/N5JL-zNkFso/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yRR7UKzQbeo/Tv7T_z4OGNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/N5JL-zNkFso/s320/4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;L-R: &lt;i&gt;Fatima, Irene, Jane, yours truly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eu0RETV8Y5U/Tv7UDFjyTcI/AAAAAAAAAZw/csRW3Fx5b3k/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eu0RETV8Y5U/Tv7UDFjyTcI/AAAAAAAAAZw/csRW3Fx5b3k/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_oXSTHuTeD4/Tv7UE9hvOKI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/APcr-F_pBe8/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_oXSTHuTeD4/Tv7UE9hvOKI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/APcr-F_pBe8/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ye53saIzu0o/Tv7UF0ZDVVI/AAAAAAAAAaA/otqKVoY0ZwU/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ye53saIzu0o/Tv7UF0ZDVVI/AAAAAAAAAaA/otqKVoY0ZwU/s320/3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;December 29, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We attended my uncle's wedding. Aww. :) I really love weddings.. and the part where two people promised to love each other forever is the best. Congratulations Tito Archie and Tita Kristine! Welcome to the Family Tita Kristine. :) (booo! the pictures were dark)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hl4N3pKWwPg/Tv7Vkl1TPuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/DrljbjvCWMY/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hl4N3pKWwPg/Tv7Vkl1TPuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/DrljbjvCWMY/s320/6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With my cousins and my niece, the little girl over there. :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wiHGHNoZUA/Tv7VmW_9yaI/AAAAAAAAAaU/l_HfDDHHajQ/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wiHGHNoZUA/Tv7VmW_9yaI/AAAAAAAAAaU/l_HfDDHHajQ/s320/5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Saysons. Oyeah!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;December 30, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;High School Alumni Homecoming!! :) Ahh, it's nice to be back.. Visited my high school alma mater once again, and I've missed it.. and of course, my high school friends. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eNQAuILxMlQ/Tv7Wd84s2rI/AAAAAAAAAag/d3gSzd7AnW0/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eNQAuILxMlQ/Tv7Wd84s2rI/AAAAAAAAAag/d3gSzd7AnW0/s320/7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Psh. Sorry for the low quality photo. It's taken from my phone.&lt;br /&gt;None of us brought a camera. Pffft~&lt;br /&gt;L-R: &lt;i&gt;Gabby, Fatima, Ginnen, Me, Lyn&lt;br /&gt;~natabunan si Jane! XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;December 31, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today. Prepared foods for medya noche later. Cooked ispageti, mom's pork recipe, and made my specialty: Mango Float! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So before the year finally ends, let me tell you this... 2011 has been great and allow me to greet you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy New Year to y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Have a great 2012 ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-3797504848106704470?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/3797504848106704470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=3797504848106704470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/3797504848106704470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/3797504848106704470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/12/jam-packed-december.html' title='Jam-packed December!'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UD9EGf4mxtY/TtjSVc_HHxI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/adhuO2wYZ4M/s72-c/IMG_1486.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-2712488043809519954</id><published>2011-12-03T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T01:52:50.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>I didn't see this coming..</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;At one point I'm too happy. My happiness is overflowing (as in over over).. and suddenly it was all taken away. Fck life. Fck the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I really don' t know what to feel upon knowing that from you. I was too happy to even see this coming. Sure, I expected this (fuck, I actually didn't). But why now? Maybe in a way, t'was my fault. I was the one who brought that up, then maybe I am suffering its consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is, you make me happy. Really really happy. And at the moment, you're the one who gives me something to look forward to everyday (cheesy as it may sound, but it's true). This week was supposed to be a happy week, but why all of a sudden everything changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch. &lt;i&gt;Aray.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sorry for acting like this. I have no right to act like this, but I don't know how to deal with it. I really don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody take my heart for a while? I really don't want to feel anything at the moment. No, actually forever. If that's possible. I don't want this kind of feeling. I should be happy, for everybody.. so everything will be fine (even though it's the other way around).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Ilonggo, &lt;i&gt;Gagu simo. Sakit to ya! Yogs. tama na ni ah. Leche.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;*&lt;/b&gt;Pardon my French but I really don't know what to feel right now. Sorry. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-2712488043809519954?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/2712488043809519954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=2712488043809519954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/2712488043809519954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/2712488043809519954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-didnt-see-this-coming.html' title='I didn&apos;t see this coming..'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-3170361443593279333</id><published>2011-11-24T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T02:35:35.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Baby Oh!</title><content type='html'>Isn't she cute??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This adorable kid made my day plus my BB. :) We saw her while passing by the sidewalks of downtown. I guess she's the daughter of one of the fruit vendors there. Eeeeeep!! Charming little (I mean big) baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kz0aAfbZ5TA/Ts04_bUTSYI/AAAAAAAAAYw/PygM9mfjScI/s1600/IMG_9912.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kz0aAfbZ5TA/Ts04_bUTSYI/AAAAAAAAAYw/PygM9mfjScI/s640/IMG_9912.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ang batang "game na game"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kDS1z8MnajY/Ts05ySR16FI/AAAAAAAAAY4/BKRlnH0hFRo/s1600/IMG_9918.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kDS1z8MnajY/Ts05ySR16FI/AAAAAAAAAY4/BKRlnH0hFRo/s640/IMG_9918.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her dad said, "Puno na na ka reject nga prutas" &lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;her body's filled with fruit rejects) &lt;/i&gt;which is a joke btw.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aq9iNyNSLgM/Ts06bgzLWyI/AAAAAAAAAZA/HcWnLP_YzKE/s1600/IMG_9920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aq9iNyNSLgM/Ts06bgzLWyI/AAAAAAAAAZA/HcWnLP_YzKE/s640/IMG_9920.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Omnomnom!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dIwS_f9G_9c/Ts07CMwDERI/AAAAAAAAAZI/79FLFoSiBh4/s1600/IMG_9921.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dIwS_f9G_9c/Ts07CMwDERI/AAAAAAAAAZI/79FLFoSiBh4/s640/IMG_9921.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yumm!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday my daughter will be as cute as her (someday = 10 to 15 years from now).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-3170361443593279333?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/3170361443593279333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=3170361443593279333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/3170361443593279333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/3170361443593279333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/11/baby-oh.html' title='Baby Oh!'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kz0aAfbZ5TA/Ts04_bUTSYI/AAAAAAAAAYw/PygM9mfjScI/s72-c/IMG_9912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-8142011263486069530</id><published>2011-11-23T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T03:02:27.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spectrum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>Fellowship Sample Logo Design</title><content type='html'>Actually I am not the one assigned to make the logo for the fellowship.. but I guess out of boredom, I tried to make a "mock" logo. Haha. Sorry, I have to be biased with the color blue (favorite color XD). So here's one of the sample design I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZq7GIb07sg/TsvxYsganaI/AAAAAAAAAYA/6z02vb4ptbw/s1600/feeler.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZq7GIb07sg/TsvxYsganaI/AAAAAAAAAYA/6z02vb4ptbw/s640/feeler.jpg" width="601" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know it's too plain but I really got carried away with the colors.. so I decided to finish it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Disclaimer: This is not the official logo. This is the "feeler" logo I made. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-8142011263486069530?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/8142011263486069530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=8142011263486069530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/8142011263486069530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/8142011263486069530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/11/fellowship-sample-logo-design.html' title='Fellowship Sample Logo Design'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZq7GIb07sg/TsvxYsganaI/AAAAAAAAAYA/6z02vb4ptbw/s72-c/feeler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-2403477778131905659</id><published>2011-11-18T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T00:56:39.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spectres'/><title type='text'>Young and Free (Naks!)</title><content type='html'>Last night, I was bored.. so I decided to make a compilation of our photos for the past months in the publication. I'd like to share it here. This is our life as a Spectre. When we're not working, we do this kind of stuff. This is how we rock and roll. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/hwrtMWX0x2k/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hwrtMWX0x2k?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hwrtMWX0x2k?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;PS Sorry for the crappy editing. I just imported all the photos and pasted it on the story board. No time to organize all of 'em. Haha. :) Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-2403477778131905659?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/2403477778131905659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=2403477778131905659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/2403477778131905659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/2403477778131905659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/11/young-and-free-naks.html' title='Young and Free (Naks!)'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-7576610848564543557</id><published>2011-11-12T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T22:52:25.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playlist'/><title type='text'>Top Five LSS</title><content type='html'>I dunno but I'm kinda hooked with covers at the moment.. but the original versions were great of course! It's just that, there's something in those covers that made me fall in love with it. Let me share you some of my latest LSS-ses. Haha. :) (Note: Most of them were covers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FIVE: &lt;/b&gt;We'll Be Alright, &lt;i&gt;Bruno Mars&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(I think the original artist is Travie McCoy but I like Bruno Mars' version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;This song reminds me of The Spectres. Especially the first lines that goes like this: &lt;i&gt;"We are young, we run free, stay up late, we don't sleep, got our friends, got tonight, we'll be alright." &lt;/i&gt;I first heard of this song while blog hopping a while ago and I fell in love with it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/W8OZXLVPKjY/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W8OZXLVPKjY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W8OZXLVPKjY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOUR: &lt;/b&gt;Someone Like You cover by &lt;i&gt;Nick Pitera&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;This guy has talent! Trust me. Listen to his covers and I'm telling you, he's awesome!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/hV5uhhX-YJY/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hV5uhhX-YJY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hV5uhhX-YJY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THREE: &lt;/b&gt;1234 by &lt;i&gt;Plain White T's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;The lyrics! "&lt;i&gt;There's only one thing, to do, three words for you.. I LOVE YOU."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/pevRybZLNwo/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pevRybZLNwo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pevRybZLNwo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TWO: &lt;/b&gt;Enchanted cover by Megan &amp;amp; Liz (Original artist: Taylor Swift)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;This reminds me of my crush! Lol. I like the cover version because I guess I got tired of listening to Taylor's voice. Haha. My office mate has been playing it the whole day since last year and her voice already broke my eardrums! (Well, I'm exaggerating) But, I still love Taylor though and her awesome songs of course.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/GfxaAKNbtEk/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GfxaAKNbtEk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GfxaAKNbtEk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ONE: &lt;/b&gt;Skyscraper cover by Boyce Avenue feat. Megan Nicole (Original artist: Demi Lovato)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;I love the song but I'm not a Lovato fan. Sorry fans. :) But I have to agree, she has a really good voice. But I love Boyce Avenue's version the most. Maybe because there's a variation and it's not an all out screamo. Haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/JQ3r-rXUABI/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JQ3r-rXUABI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JQ3r-rXUABI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Megan Nicole is really pretty!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update my playlist soon. TTFN! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-7576610848564543557?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/7576610848564543557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=7576610848564543557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/7576610848564543557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/7576610848564543557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/11/top-five-lss.html' title='Top Five LSS'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-3061202239458207044</id><published>2011-11-10T10:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T11:35:22.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artworks'/><title type='text'>In addition to my New Artworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--WJ0CKkdCrY/TrtGXWt0vLI/AAAAAAAAAWU/EtR8Bh_LfXQ/s1600/shocked.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--WJ0CKkdCrY/TrtGXWt0vLI/AAAAAAAAAWU/EtR8Bh_LfXQ/s640/shocked.jpg" width="364" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7KL_T4EGgwo/Trs7tLq5EnI/AAAAAAAAAWM/uXb_hDkpHRw/s1600/geeky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7KL_T4EGgwo/Trs7tLq5EnI/AAAAAAAAAWM/uXb_hDkpHRw/s640/geeky.jpg" width="364" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My geeky monstah.&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/4234654862597174833-3061202239458207044?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/3061202239458207044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=3061202239458207044&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/3061202239458207044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/3061202239458207044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-addition-to-my-new-artworks.html' title='In addition to my New Artworks'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--WJ0CKkdCrY/TrtGXWt0vLI/AAAAAAAAAWU/EtR8Bh_LfXQ/s72-c/shocked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-4541307413332773894</id><published>2011-11-10T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T01:02:55.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artworks'/><title type='text'>New Design Styles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Awhile ago, while I was doing some business card samples, I came up with this designs... totally random. So please bare with my crap. Haha. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKcvNRLtd84/TrqxrFiV4_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/mA87M9DBCmU/s1600/purple+monster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKcvNRLtd84/TrqxrFiV4_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/mA87M9DBCmU/s640/purple+monster.jpg" width="364" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Inspired by Nicki Minaj's hair. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpzT_wjA6WM/TrqxswePHaI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Z3satnaKaLY/s1600/yellloohm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpzT_wjA6WM/TrqxswePHaI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Z3satnaKaLY/s640/yellloohm.jpg" width="364" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Trying to make her look more human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j68d-p8c-3M/TrqxpdBdk6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/jjWiKdEnD5s/s1600/monster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j68d-p8c-3M/TrqxpdBdk6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/jjWiKdEnD5s/s640/monster.jpg" width="364" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Turquoise monster wif pink mustache.&lt;br /&gt;Two of my favorite colors! Like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;If you'd like to see the business card design that I'm referring to, kindly visit my portfolio: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://judehhsigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;JudehhSigns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-4541307413332773894?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/4541307413332773894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=4541307413332773894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4541307413332773894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4541307413332773894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-design-styles.html' title='New Design Styles'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKcvNRLtd84/TrqxrFiV4_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/mA87M9DBCmU/s72-c/purple+monster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-4082018567496334154</id><published>2011-11-09T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T01:44:23.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>New Blog Design</title><content type='html'>Well yeah, I got tired of my blog's old design though it's kinda hard to let it go because of the awesome artwork on the side (credits to the designer). But I just thought I'd like my blog to look clean and by that I mean black and white and a couple of shapes. Gladly, I found this minimalistic layout made by some webpage designer (I forgot!) and I really thank him for making this one. Here oh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-boXgTqqkbO8/Trlp6Jo1OgI/AAAAAAAAAVM/7cxTQ67Mbu8/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-11-09+at+1.38.26+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-boXgTqqkbO8/Trlp6Jo1OgI/AAAAAAAAAVM/7cxTQ67Mbu8/s640/Screen+shot+2011-11-09+at+1.38.26+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like its clean look because the layout plainly used 3 colors and it's not that heavy for the eyes to see and I like how it was arranged. For now, I'll stick with this layout 'til the day that I'll get tired of it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight! Sweet dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-4082018567496334154?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/4082018567496334154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=4082018567496334154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4082018567496334154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4082018567496334154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-blog-design.html' title='New Blog Design'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-boXgTqqkbO8/Trlp6Jo1OgI/AAAAAAAAAVM/7cxTQ67Mbu8/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-11-09+at+1.38.26+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-8888202733312739533</id><published>2011-11-09T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T01:38:12.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artworks'/><title type='text'>Design Practice (Digital Painting)</title><content type='html'>Two days ago I started this crappy artwork. Well I just tried my skills in digital painting and I don't know if you can really call it a "digital painting" lol. I'd like to share my unfinished artwork though, so I could use some inspiration from you guys. Haha. Here it is. Sarrehh. This is my first attempt in this field. Bare with me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EfDa2nENwFo/TrlojX2z3yI/AAAAAAAAAVE/kYQN6NSmj2w/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-11-09+at+1.26.04+AM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EfDa2nENwFo/TrlojX2z3yI/AAAAAAAAAVE/kYQN6NSmj2w/s640/Screen+shot+2011-11-09+at+1.26.04+AM.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used the photo I took in Silay (church) as my "inspiration".&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crappy isn't it? I really hope I'd be able to finish it. Sooooon guys, I'll be posting the finished output SOON. &lt;i&gt;How soon is soon?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-8888202733312739533?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/8888202733312739533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=8888202733312739533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/8888202733312739533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/8888202733312739533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/11/design-practice-digital-painting.html' title='Design Practice (Digital Painting)'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EfDa2nENwFo/TrlojX2z3yI/AAAAAAAAAVE/kYQN6NSmj2w/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-11-09+at+1.26.04+AM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-9023307475356493042</id><published>2011-11-06T06:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T06:21:17.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When in Silay</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, me and Manang Epi went to Silay to cover the Cinco de Noviembre celebration... unfortunately, we missed the Freedom March which was held earlier. So, I grabbed the chance to take some photos and I'd like to share it with you here guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IveB5t9mwfg/TrWwEwQP9gI/AAAAAAAAATs/JioPUH_1iU8/s1600/IMG_8530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IveB5t9mwfg/TrWwEwQP9gI/AAAAAAAAATs/JioPUH_1iU8/s640/IMG_8530.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the finest delicacies in Negros- BUKAYO. (Omnomnom)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G0sc9PsBrUo/TrWwka7c_QI/AAAAAAAAAT0/tzX9gTWuvRA/s1600/IMG_8644.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G0sc9PsBrUo/TrWwka7c_QI/AAAAAAAAAT0/tzX9gTWuvRA/s640/IMG_8644.jpg" width="456" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big Ben Clock of Silay. This quite captured me.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DCRjMwQiw4s/TrWxg-Kh58I/AAAAAAAAAT8/uFkt0zBPE6M/s1600/IMG_8646.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DCRjMwQiw4s/TrWxg-Kh58I/AAAAAAAAAT8/uFkt0zBPE6M/s640/IMG_8646.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;San Diego Pro- Cathedral.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GObf60JNRe0/TrWyXaYUpDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/5yDn9wbh4Yg/s1600/IMG_8648.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GObf60JNRe0/TrWyXaYUpDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/5yDn9wbh4Yg/s640/IMG_8648.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried to play with this photo... Rizal Street is Silay's main road (am I right?)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QkDCR52wKLk/TrWz7WAqCcI/AAAAAAAAAUM/KkDRUtJ2d9E/s1600/IMG_8654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QkDCR52wKLk/TrWz7WAqCcI/AAAAAAAAAUM/KkDRUtJ2d9E/s640/IMG_8654.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We owe this man a lot.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DbPe202gLmo/TrW0lE17TeI/AAAAAAAAAUU/_3laR1juuyA/s1600/IMG_8657.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DbPe202gLmo/TrW0lE17TeI/AAAAAAAAAUU/_3laR1juuyA/s640/IMG_8657.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Manong Garbage Collector asked us to have his photo taken. LOL.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I enjoyed my side trip to Silay. Happy Fiesta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-9023307475356493042?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/9023307475356493042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=9023307475356493042&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/9023307475356493042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/9023307475356493042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-in-silay.html' title='When in Silay'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IveB5t9mwfg/TrWwEwQP9gI/AAAAAAAAATs/JioPUH_1iU8/s72-c/IMG_8530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-5456990149520715428</id><published>2011-11-04T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T23:45:55.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>What if I grew up with my other parent?</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I mean my biological dad. Funny.. I don't even know him personally. I haven't met him since I had this thing called "sight". My mom didn't gave me the chance. I don't know the reason why they separated. I mean, the REAL reason behind that break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunts kept on telling me that he's already dead.. but somewhere in my heart, I can feel that they're just lying or making up some stories for me to believe. I grew up with the thought that my real father's in heaven. But when I finally saw my family's reality, I began to question the truth behind their "stories". That's their version, I need to hear my mother's version. But she never shared... in a way, I was deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd be fine without him. I thought my step dad would be able to fill in the gap and my longing for a father. Yes, somehow for the first time, I was able to feel how it was like to have a dad. But I'm still wondering if my real dad was capable of protecting me too. Half of me was lost, half of my identity is missing.. and I don't know where to find that missing piece. I don't have any idea where he is right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just now.. I asked myself again, &lt;i&gt;"What if I grew up with my dad? What if he was there to protect me?"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;What if? Would I be experiencing the life I have right now? or would I be given the love and care that I really deserve most?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-5456990149520715428?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/5456990149520715428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=5456990149520715428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/5456990149520715428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/5456990149520715428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-if-i-grew-up-with-my-other-parent.html' title='What if I grew up with my other parent?'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-7836504271267275411</id><published>2011-10-30T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T01:35:13.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zombieland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Layout Editor: ON DUTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If you think achieving the haggard look is my goal for the week you're wrong. Lol. We were practically rushing stuff for the magazine so we can reach the deadline that was given to us by COPRE. As a layout editor, I am expected to stay during overnight sessions to do the Magazine's layout. So yeah, here I am.. haven't slept in my bed for four days already (straight). I miss my pillow and my blanky.. :( I really hope we will be able to finish this Magazine by now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We're currently in Zombie Land evacuation area because our requests for overnight passes were not granted by the school's admin because we're supposed to have our semestral &amp;nbsp;break (are you kidding me?). Sad, I haven't enjoyed much of my semestral break. But I guess it'll be all worth it. I'll just wait for a couple of weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Time check : 1:32 AM and I'm so tired and sleepy. Thank god, I already finished the layout.. now they're having the final proofreading and hopefully tomorrow morning we could press in. *Fingers Crossed*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_nV48PoPsY/Tqw3ZyS2FeI/AAAAAAAAATc/Ek3mdbr4D38/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="380" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_nV48PoPsY/Tqw3ZyS2FeI/AAAAAAAAATc/Ek3mdbr4D38/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And by the way, I miss my Mr. Chinito guy. But here's the good news, I was able to talk to him 2 days ago and that made me feel so inspired! LOL! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Gotta go. Imma find some place to rest my head. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-7836504271267275411?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/7836504271267275411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=7836504271267275411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/7836504271267275411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/7836504271267275411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/10/layout-editor-on-duty.html' title='Layout Editor: ON DUTY'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_nV48PoPsY/Tqw3ZyS2FeI/AAAAAAAAATc/Ek3mdbr4D38/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-6347518846238136278</id><published>2011-10-05T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T23:11:08.688+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artworks'/><title type='text'>My Endterm Savior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So this is my "Final Weapon" for my Media Lit "battle". I hope my teacher will appreciate this and hopefully she'll give me a&amp;nbsp; high endterm grade. Please? Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So here it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My media message is about Stereotypes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uTMN_QbCFC8/ToxxmmURpoI/AAAAAAAAATI/eXwGthYxqD0/s1600/Poster%257E.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uTMN_QbCFC8/ToxxmmURpoI/AAAAAAAAATI/eXwGthYxqD0/s640/Poster%257E.jpg" width="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uTMN_QbCFC8/ToxxmmURpoI/AAAAAAAAATI/eXwGthYxqD0/s1600/Poster%257E.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to some of my friends for helping me out in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concept &amp;amp; Words: Epi, Coleen &amp;amp; Ronald&lt;br /&gt;Line Art: Rupert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the graphic art (colors, textures, etc.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-6347518846238136278?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/6347518846238136278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=6347518846238136278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/6347518846238136278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/6347518846238136278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-endterm-savior.html' title='My Endterm Savior'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uTMN_QbCFC8/ToxxmmURpoI/AAAAAAAAATI/eXwGthYxqD0/s72-c/Poster%257E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-8434527421932926477</id><published>2011-10-01T03:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T03:19:40.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie Mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f4SOUz8_nuU/ToYSBGrDRbI/AAAAAAAAATE/rshoor9Pr10/s1600/vain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="632" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f4SOUz8_nuU/ToYSBGrDRbI/AAAAAAAAATE/rshoor9Pr10/s640/vain.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, took this photo a while ago. Before "work" starts. But, what am I exactly doing right now? Blogging? I know right? Time check 3:04 am. Goodmorning. Uhh, my mind's kinda not functioning at the moment. My sight's kinda blur already cuz I'm so sleepy naahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodmorning &amp;amp; Goodnight. Lovelovelove.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-8434527421932926477?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/8434527421932926477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=8434527421932926477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/8434527421932926477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/8434527421932926477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/10/zombie-mode.html' title='Zombie Mode'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f4SOUz8_nuU/ToYSBGrDRbI/AAAAAAAAATE/rshoor9Pr10/s72-c/vain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-6298910236157646123</id><published>2011-09-29T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T23:00:31.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY ANTI RH BILL POSTER CRAP THINGY</title><content type='html'>So we were assigned in our Media Literacy class to create a Counter Ad of some popular advertisements/&amp;nbsp;advocacy. Our group decided to go against the RH Bill stuff since it's the easiest to do. Here is our raw output (raw as in, it's not yet final.. it's subject to change and bla bla bla). You, be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nGOXH1LFv_4/ToSHrDUAjvI/AAAAAAAAATA/NGaUN9tO1oI/s1600/JUDEH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nGOXH1LFv_4/ToSHrDUAjvI/AAAAAAAAATA/NGaUN9tO1oI/s640/JUDEH.jpg" width="412" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;THIS IS IT. =) No eyes, mouth, etc.&lt;br /&gt;We need words.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Be the critic. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-6298910236157646123?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/6298910236157646123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=6298910236157646123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/6298910236157646123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/6298910236157646123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-anti-rh-bill-poster-crap-thingy.html' title='MY ANTI RH BILL POSTER CRAP THINGY'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nGOXH1LFv_4/ToSHrDUAjvI/AAAAAAAAATA/NGaUN9tO1oI/s72-c/JUDEH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-5868986617607297825</id><published>2011-09-25T01:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T01:36:48.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart Talks'/><title type='text'>What I Really Miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3oIJTqSGu20/Tn4VCepN_jI/AAAAAAAAASc/jxUQfuWPNNs/s1600/252463_226143570730663_100000050649109_956832_394113_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="83" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3oIJTqSGu20/Tn4VCepN_jI/AAAAAAAAASc/jxUQfuWPNNs/s320/252463_226143570730663_100000050649109_956832_394113_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I don't own this photo. I'm a stalker. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Yeah, I miss him. He does not have a single idea that I like him. I wish I could talk to him soon. I just need a sign (yes Lord, can you please give me a sign?). LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey dude (the guy on the picture) can you do me a favor?&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Please don't be in love with someone else... Please.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;_______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;If you know the guy on the picture, kindly keep your mouth shut. Thank you. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-5868986617607297825?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/5868986617607297825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=5868986617607297825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/5868986617607297825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/5868986617607297825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-i-really-miss.html' title='What I Really Miss'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3oIJTqSGu20/Tn4VCepN_jI/AAAAAAAAASc/jxUQfuWPNNs/s72-c/252463_226143570730663_100000050649109_956832_394113_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-6945042563345748587</id><published>2011-09-07T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T22:51:50.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Feeling..</title><content type='html'>That feeling you get when you have the chance to talk to someone you really like. I really felt that last night. I can't tell at this moment that I am in love though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share to you how happy I was last night and even today. I don't know where I took the guts to start a conversation with my crush. Well, he's not from Bacolod. He's from somewhere else. Earlier yesterday, I was feeling so depressed knowing the fact that today is his birthday and I still haven't got the chance to talk to him. So last night, I gathered all the guts I've saved up for the past few months and started a conversation with him. My main goal actually was to ask him stuffs about photography. I thought it's going to be a "short" chat.. But I realized later on that we're moving from one topic to another topic which made me quite happy (lol. VERY HAPPY). I never thought that we'd last the conversation for like 1 hour or most. I felt the "kilig" vibes all over me and I hope this will continue. Haha. I'm kind of not expecting a deeper relationship though. It's enough for me that we're friends and I have a reason to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I like him. I mean, I really really do. I haven't felt this feeling before even in my past crushes. Maybe, he's unique and exceptional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let's spread the happy and good vibes all over!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/317702_10150290883747798_545622797_8190658_720874333_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;MY GOOD VIBES WEDNESDAY LOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-6945042563345748587?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/6945042563345748587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=6945042563345748587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/6945042563345748587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/6945042563345748587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/09/that-feeling.html' title='That Feeling..'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-4820334112148249392</id><published>2011-08-24T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T20:00:41.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artwork for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dQP80ntRm7s/TlTnjowfVhI/AAAAAAAAAQo/PcrDbIBtyjM/s1600/shop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dQP80ntRm7s/TlTnjowfVhI/AAAAAAAAAQo/PcrDbIBtyjM/s400/shop.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I SHOP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So yeah, this is my latest artwork. :) I hope you like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-4820334112148249392?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/4820334112148249392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=4820334112148249392&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4820334112148249392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4820334112148249392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/08/artwork-for-day.html' title='Artwork for the Day'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dQP80ntRm7s/TlTnjowfVhI/AAAAAAAAAQo/PcrDbIBtyjM/s72-c/shop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-5383536508050392417</id><published>2011-08-24T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T01:39:58.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artist'/><title type='text'>MY LATEST ARTWORKS</title><content type='html'>Applying what I learned in Graphika Manila. My design inspiration is Dan Matutina. He's so awesome. TheDanMatutina. I hope I can be as good as him someday. #DesignParaSaLahat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These artworks are just random doodles in my notebook. I just added some textures and colors to make it look alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is, I hope you like it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hwTfvIUGfjc/TlPkBRptv3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/ocRcv6jsuNg/s1600/senseless+art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hwTfvIUGfjc/TlPkBRptv3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/ocRcv6jsuNg/s400/senseless+art.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;SENSELESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"it makes no sense at all.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A9TX5VF7MTI/TlPj8j7jQ5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/8DGI5lN_1o0/s1600/SDFGH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A9TX5VF7MTI/TlPj8j7jQ5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/8DGI5lN_1o0/s400/SDFGH.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;TEMPURA QUEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"aka Madam Tempura"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XGgmT0xeFBA/TlPkR8TcJOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SFdtXr9o45A/s1600/SMOKEHH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XGgmT0xeFBA/TlPkR8TcJOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SFdtXr9o45A/s400/SMOKEHH.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;SMOKY ANTARCTIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"a&amp;nbsp; man smoking inside the ice cave."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/4234654862597174833-5383536508050392417?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/5383536508050392417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=5383536508050392417&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/5383536508050392417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/5383536508050392417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-latest-artworks.html' title='MY LATEST ARTWORKS'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hwTfvIUGfjc/TlPkBRptv3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/ocRcv6jsuNg/s72-c/senseless+art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-9117319655393396038</id><published>2011-07-13T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T00:59:36.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAJA SALVADOR'/><title type='text'>THE MAJA (NOT THE FOOD!)</title><content type='html'>YES. I mean the Maja Salvador. The one you see in prime time shows.. Coco Martin's lead actress in Minsan Lang Kita Iibigin. I got the chance to meet her personally yesterday (Tuesday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually a very random situation. Kats &amp;amp; I just tried our luck if our press IDs might work to have an access inside the English Cafe's conference room.. and viola, it did! Haha.. So we told them we're from the school paper and we asked them if we can have an interview with Maja. Fortunately, they allowed us. Yey. But before the said "interview", we grabbed the chance to pose with her. Haha. (Feeler mode). And I'm gonna share to you our photos with the awesome and ever beautiful, Maja Salvador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y2cfWexFEa4/Thx8PZOYRZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/u1YUUtRl4dA/s1600/Maja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y2cfWexFEa4/Thx8PZOYRZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/u1YUUtRl4dA/s320/Maja.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Credits to: Mr. Raymund Trespicio&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wTGf1Qrn7Ow/Thx8QsZudUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/u9Byd0-L_yQ/s1600/Maja2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wTGf1Qrn7Ow/Thx8QsZudUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/u9Byd0-L_yQ/s320/Maja2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Credits to: Mr. Jackner Borja&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;She was there because of SUN Cellular's latest promo, the tuition fee thingy (err.. I'm sorry I didn't know the exact promo name). Meet &amp;amp; greet sessions with Maja were held and snacks were given to the first 30 simcard buyers. Cool, I thought.. I didn't bought a sim but I got the chance to meet her though! Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, she's very very pretty. Her beauty's natural.. No wonder, a lot of boys are going after her. Lels. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-9117319655393396038?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/9117319655393396038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=9117319655393396038&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/9117319655393396038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/9117319655393396038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/07/maja-not-food.html' title='THE MAJA (NOT THE FOOD!)'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y2cfWexFEa4/Thx8PZOYRZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/u1YUUtRl4dA/s72-c/Maja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-8270228187573198048</id><published>2011-07-07T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T23:42:27.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graphika Manila</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dmHUPFYu-jY/ThXTv75GTwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/bCsAUlY0tys/s1600/272284_10150220043927581_46406757580_7682273_2115806_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dmHUPFYu-jY/ThXTv75GTwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/bCsAUlY0tys/s400/272284_10150220043927581_46406757580_7682273_2115806_o.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to go to Manila and attend this conference.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm trying to look for ways for me to have enough money until the 30th of July. Wish me luck. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-8270228187573198048?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/8270228187573198048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=8270228187573198048&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/8270228187573198048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/8270228187573198048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/07/graphika-manila.html' title='Graphika Manila'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dmHUPFYu-jY/ThXTv75GTwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/bCsAUlY0tys/s72-c/272284_10150220043927581_46406757580_7682273_2115806_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-7379356369159567990</id><published>2011-06-29T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T23:52:29.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REUNITED</title><content type='html'>For the past month, I've been very happy. Why? Because I got the chance to bond with my beloved highschool friends. I thought that the friendship was no longer there.. but we just lost track of each other's lives because we're busy living our own. Now, that we're back on track, I hope it'll continue 'til college graduation and the life after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged since the first day of school for I've been very busy with school stuffs. I hope to &amp;nbsp;get in touch with you soon. :) and oh.. I am in love. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-7379356369159567990?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/7379356369159567990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=7379356369159567990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/7379356369159567990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/7379356369159567990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/06/reunited.html' title='REUNITED'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-6377214459136151841</id><published>2011-06-08T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T01:29:44.639+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foooooood'/><title type='text'>It's not just a Sandwich.</title><content type='html'>It's cookies &amp;amp; cream sandwich.. yep, an ice cream sandwich!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, my best friend and I went to this Korean grocery store near our school. Actually we have no plans of buying some stuff.. I am looking for a nearby reloading station when she mentioned that she wanted to try that "red-bean, fish ice cream" thingyy. And I was like, Ewe? Fish flavored ice cream? So we checked out the store's fridge (where all ice creams were being stored), there I found my new love, cookies and cream sandwich for Php60.00. Hmmm.. it may sound expensive but it's all worth it! It consists of the ice cream in the middle of two thin breads to hold it in place. At first I was kinda hesitant to buy it but I just found my self paying for it.. So yeah, no choice. Haha. If you want to try it out here it is.. you may look for it at some Korean grocery stores. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RbFkxJ5_fo/Te5fdGMybtI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ro4575JpB7k/s1600/6a0133f533553b970b0148c7bc20f4970c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RbFkxJ5_fo/Te5fdGMybtI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ro4575JpB7k/s400/6a0133f533553b970b0148c7bc20f4970c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I assure you, it's MASARAP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-6377214459136151841?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/6377214459136151841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=6377214459136151841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/6377214459136151841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/6377214459136151841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-not-just-sandwich.html' title='It&apos;s not just a Sandwich.'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RbFkxJ5_fo/Te5fdGMybtI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ro4575JpB7k/s72-c/6a0133f533553b970b0148c7bc20f4970c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-4309568713621968235</id><published>2011-06-01T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T01:09:36.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER EXTENSION PLEASE?</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that summer's almost over. Reality check: school's back next week. I am so not ready for school. Since when did I became so excited about school anyways? Not at all. If there's one thing I'm asking for right now is a week spent in the beach before summer finally kiss me goodbye. Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tourismhoteltraveling.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Tourism-KarimunJava-in-Indonesia-Picture-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://tourismhoteltraveling.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Tourism-KarimunJava-in-Indonesia-Picture-01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-4309568713621968235?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/4309568713621968235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=4309568713621968235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4309568713621968235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4309568713621968235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-extension-please.html' title='SUMMER EXTENSION PLEASE?'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-7206286503409854712</id><published>2011-05-12T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:31:16.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One week blog post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>REINCARNATED?!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I guess. I haven't blogged since my birthday.. That was like a week ago. Okay, let me sum up to you everything that happened during the past week. Let's start with my birthday celebration. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 3, 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up soo darn early.. or should I say, I haven't slept the night before my day. You see, we were supposed to go to the airport at around 4am to fetch my dad who by the way arrived from Saudi Arabia during my birthday. Yey! So yeah, I was like the HAGGARD Birthday Celebrant all throughout the day. I consider this birthday as one of the most memorable special days in my life. The fact that my dad arrived during my day was already a gift.. then comes all the awesome gifts from him: A brand new Nokia C3-00 phone, a 200GB External Hard Disk Drive and the best of all? A brand new Acer Aspire One Happy Purple netbook. I couldn't ask for more. Thank you papa.. That afternoon, I had a pizza date with the Spectres. Then, we strolled along Capitol Lagoon park and took pictures.. Sooo random. It's actually not a part of the plan. But I guess, we should not plan stuffs all the time, it's better if we let things happen the way it is. Lastly, I met with my bestfriend who gave me 2 cute board shorts. And yeah, we went home afterwards. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 4, 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super pack. I packed my stuffs for my Manila trip. Again, I didn't have enough sleep. ZOOOOMBIE. But it's all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 5-9, 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to MANILA Beybehh!! We attended the Lasallian Schools Press Conference (LSPCon) held at DLSU-Manila. It's a four-day event that holds different kinds of journalism seminars. We were very lucky to be given this kind of opportunity. Oyeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 8, 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intramuros trip CANCELLED. Bad vibes. Plan B? SM Mall of Asia.. then Juko came, he was our "tourguide" during that day. After Mall of Asia, we rode the MRT going to Trinoma and later on went to SM North Edsa which is by the way just across Trinoma. Super exhausting day... but then again, IT'S ALL WORTH IT. :) I really had fun during that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 9, 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO BACOLOD! I miss home. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that was the highlights of my week. That's the BEST week I've ever had. Thank you Lord. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-7206286503409854712?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/7206286503409854712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=7206286503409854712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/7206286503409854712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/7206286503409854712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/05/reincarnated.html' title='REINCARNATED?!'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-536265103406673837</id><published>2011-05-02T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T23:25:27.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Seventeen Years</title><content type='html'>So yeah, an hour from now I'll be turning seventeen. Seventeen years of existence.. seventeen years of breathing, seventeen years of experiencing life. So, what are my plans for tomorrow? Honestly? I don't know. But the fact that my dad is arriving from Saudi tomorrow makes my birthday so much special. I don't know what to expect in the years to come.. whether it'll be good for me or the other way around, I have no idea. I am clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fact remains that I still have to live life until He says game over. Just one birthday wish- &lt;b&gt;A MORE MATURED AND MORE "GROWN UP" Judy&lt;/b&gt;. Yes, because people keeps on telling me to grow up, to be mature.. so I guess it's high time to act like one. I've been acting like a kid for so long, and I just realized that it's too tiring to not think about stuffs critically. As my seventeenth birthday approaches, I'll be more sensitive and considerate and matured and I WILL GROW UP. Not just physically.. but intellectually, emotionally and spiritually. That'd be cool, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'll end it up with a birthday greeting for myself. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zC4CMj-Kdv0/Tb7MdHbr98I/AAAAAAAAAQI/UNcNvR744fw/s1600/jud.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zC4CMj-Kdv0/Tb7MdHbr98I/AAAAAAAAAQI/UNcNvR744fw/s320/jud.jpg" width="117" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-536265103406673837?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/536265103406673837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=536265103406673837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/536265103406673837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/536265103406673837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/05/seventeen-years.html' title='Seventeen Years'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zC4CMj-Kdv0/Tb7MdHbr98I/AAAAAAAAAQI/UNcNvR744fw/s72-c/jud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-3005980052715423924</id><published>2011-04-19T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T22:57:54.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMciPNIa7Ig/Ta2b0VQ6aTI/AAAAAAAAAPo/fGrtGj3nHDw/s1600/aj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMciPNIa7Ig/Ta2b0VQ6aTI/AAAAAAAAAPo/fGrtGj3nHDw/s320/aj.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Antonello Joseph "AJ" Sarte Perez&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 17, 1993- Apr. 17, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I may not know him personally.. I'm not an avid fan of AJ.. I just admired how he managed to move up and soar high in the showbiz industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, April 17, 2011 at around 2AM.. while spending hours sitting in front of my computer doing nothing, my aunt messaged me through facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0FtXJBe9yVc/Ta2dUmgGvRI/AAAAAAAAAPs/fHVDpBrzGL4/s1600/convo1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="67" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0FtXJBe9yVc/Ta2dUmgGvRI/AAAAAAAAAPs/fHVDpBrzGL4/s400/convo1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was a shocking news for us (Me &amp;amp; Manang Cherai, who by the way stayed in our house for days).. so we tried to google about the news for we just thought it's just one of the "silly rumors" from those unnoticed reporters.. There are news, but it was never confirmed by authorized people. So I tried to ask AJ's first cousins whom I met 2 weeks ago during Tito Bit's wake &amp;amp; funeral, Crysta &amp;amp; Budoy. I messaged them through facebook just to confirm the news and everything.. so yeah, it was confirmed. He's dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xk4rpoh9LoM/Ta2gVRhsk4I/AAAAAAAAAQA/iwrOOZrj6uQ/s1600/convo3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xk4rpoh9LoM/Ta2gVRhsk4I/AAAAAAAAAQA/iwrOOZrj6uQ/s400/convo3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8eTOfVi71g/Ta2gWOkMPGI/AAAAAAAAAQE/pg57ckXjlS8/s1600/convo2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8eTOfVi71g/Ta2gWOkMPGI/AAAAAAAAAQE/pg57ckXjlS8/s400/convo2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I remembered them talking about their cousin during our last dinner together before they flew back to Manila..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Aahh Life.. you really wouldn't understand it unless you're at the point of almost losing it.. AJ's death &amp;nbsp;brought so much impact to me.. not only me, also to Manang Cherai.. and maybe millions of Filipinos out there.. Life is indeed very very precious. We need to cherish it, make the most out of it.. because we'll never know what we have until God says, &lt;b&gt;OUR TIME IS UP&lt;/b&gt;. As what they usually say, do what you can do for today.. for maybe tomorrow will not come.. and another one goes like, the worst regret in life is not doing what you can do for today.. and so on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Once again, condolence to the Perez family. We'll be praying for you.. I know that AJ is at a better place right now.. where there is no pain &amp;amp; sorrows. He'll be watching over you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-3005980052715423924?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/3005980052715423924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=3005980052715423924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/3005980052715423924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/3005980052715423924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/04/aj.html' title='AJ'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMciPNIa7Ig/Ta2b0VQ6aTI/AAAAAAAAAPo/fGrtGj3nHDw/s72-c/aj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-4206392455408239228</id><published>2011-04-15T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T01:35:01.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>My Top 5 Childhood First Loves</title><content type='html'>Hah! You might think I'll be posting some pictures of people from my past, but NO. :| As a child, I love eating.. well until now I guess. While back reading at my tumblr dashboard, I saw a post that reminds me of my childhood. The foods I usually eat when I was young.. Up to now, I'm still eating some from time to time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zXSlgCpSBUc/TacrL9SX1pI/AAAAAAAAAPc/6RdXtfWLGVU/s1600/m4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zXSlgCpSBUc/TacrL9SX1pI/AAAAAAAAAPc/6RdXtfWLGVU/s1600/m4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;TOP 5. &lt;b&gt;Muncher (Green Peas)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Up to now, I'm still eating this.. I'd usually pair it up with coke. I used to buy 4 pieces of muncher and eat it all by myself.. if I'm not satisfied, I'd add another 4.. 10 pesos won't hurt, right? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nssn07GGOlk/TacrImwEBeI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/TbUHyoKe6BY/s1600/m1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nssn07GGOlk/TacrImwEBeI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/TbUHyoKe6BY/s1600/m1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;TOP 4. &lt;b&gt;Mik-Mik MILK POWDER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hahaha.. I remembered when I was still a kid, my mom would usually buy this for my birthday party favors and stuffs to be included in those loot bags... but instead of placing it to the loot bags, I'd secretly open it at one corner and eat it, and my mom would usually say, &lt;i&gt;"Ta, ang Mik-Mik gin ubos mo naman ay?" &lt;/i&gt;at first, I'd try to deny it.. but later on, I approached her and told her my dirty little secret. XD And she would just smile at me. SAVED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DUmWuTl1AqY/TacrKhElz7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/B0d8sij9YE4/s1600/m2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DUmWuTl1AqY/TacrKhElz7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/B0d8sij9YE4/s320/m2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;TOP 3. &lt;b&gt;Hany&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is my "dessert" after dinner. :) When I was younger, my mom &amp;amp; I would usually go for a walk after dinner.. and I would ask her to pass by the nearest sari-sari store to buy some chocolates, and it'd always be Hany. Our favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMgXldoiyyc/TacrIKJLhXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/y0hT-YsVfik/s1600/m5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMgXldoiyyc/TacrIKJLhXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/y0hT-YsVfik/s1600/m5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;TOP 2. &lt;b&gt;Haw Flakes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RF: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was just last year that I found out that this stuff was called, Haw Flakes. Thanks to Tumblr. :) I'd usually call it, "Oschas" (the host used in communion).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; my friends eat this stuff every afternoon when the "pedicab" vendor would pass by our street. And we end up playing roles.. the scene? Holy Communion. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;tentenenen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aUV9XygThCE/TacrLV_1fmI/AAAAAAAAAPY/eYyjoqCi7ew/s1600/m3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aUV9XygThCE/TacrLV_1fmI/AAAAAAAAAPY/eYyjoqCi7ew/s320/m3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;TOP 1. &lt;b&gt;Choko-choko&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Nomnomnom... This is very very NAMIT! (Yummy) Last year, during our team building, I bought one pack of this.. I only shared some sticks to my friends and the rest, I finished it all by myself. :) During classes, I buy some of this and eat it secretly.. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now that I'm all grown up, i'd stick to my one and only love..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MARS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UpQx-UbDl6c/Tacv0k8B0pI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wNRWUxB2YBw/s1600/m7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UpQx-UbDl6c/Tacv0k8B0pI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wNRWUxB2YBw/s320/m7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;err.. I mean this one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VkdsRlyS3h8/Tacv1KyXiiI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IPrgI-2QLIE/s1600/m6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VkdsRlyS3h8/Tacv1KyXiiI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IPrgI-2QLIE/s320/m6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But yeah, I love them both! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-4206392455408239228?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/4206392455408239228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=4206392455408239228&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4206392455408239228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4206392455408239228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-top-5-childhood-first-loves.html' title='My Top 5 Childhood First Loves'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zXSlgCpSBUc/TacrL9SX1pI/AAAAAAAAAPc/6RdXtfWLGVU/s72-c/m4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-4215400167902586538</id><published>2011-04-13T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T01:49:33.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April'/><title type='text'>Busy April</title><content type='html'>Not because of SUMMER CLASSES, and definitely not because of some SUMMER ESCAPADES.. Here are my MUST ACCOMPLISH LIST for the month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;START &lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Summer Magazine Layout&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Cousin's Wedding &lt;/b&gt;(Planning &amp;amp; Prep Stuffs)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gowns&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Invites&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guestlists&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look for MUAs. (Suggestions?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look for some Moolahss for my Manila trip. (Hopefully.. I keep my fingers crossed.XD)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Print Grades (Tomorrow.. I mean later)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;General Cleaning- &lt;b&gt;BEDROOM!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lose Weight 101&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jog every morning (5AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Minimize food intakes. XD &lt;b&gt;NO IN BETWEEN MEALS &lt;/b&gt;(Will I survive?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Minimize &lt;s&gt;COKE &lt;/s&gt;(OMAYGAHHHD.. I CAN'T!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Must have proper DISCIPLINE. (Uhm. Whazz dat?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;dit... didit... SYSTEM ERROR... ERR... RORRRR..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;GOOD LUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-4215400167902586538?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/4215400167902586538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=4215400167902586538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4215400167902586538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4215400167902586538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/04/busy-april.html' title='Busy April'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-5250313035176393252</id><published>2011-04-12T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T19:13:21.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uber Cheesy-ness'/><title type='text'>An Uber Cute &amp; Cheesy Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/kNIXegxDWQQ/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kNIXegxDWQQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kNIXegxDWQQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By Chance (You &amp;amp; I)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;JRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While going over some unfamiliar songs, this quite caught my senses. I find the song really cute and in a way cheesy.. but still cute. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I'm trying to memorize the song.. I've been playing it over and over again since this afternoon.. I dunno.. but I really like hearing it again and again and again.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try listening to the song. I'm sure you'll love it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-5250313035176393252?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/5250313035176393252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=5250313035176393252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/5250313035176393252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/5250313035176393252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/04/uber-cute-cheesy-song.html' title='An Uber Cute &amp; Cheesy Song'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-2917381197336915337</id><published>2011-04-09T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T23:53:01.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spectres'/><title type='text'>Tribute to the Bosses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'll be photo-spamming once again. Peace yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last night, another chapter of someone's life came to an end.. their life as a Spectre. We prepared a tribute for the editors who just graduated. It was a night filled with fun, sadness and hesitation.. Fun in a way that we get to bond with each other again. Sad &amp;amp; hesitant because someone will be leaving the pub.. Manang Celine (our EIC), Manang Cherai (our Managing Editor) and Manang Czeka (our Newspaper Editor). For 10 months, I have been with them.. as co-spectres, as friends, as a family.. and I can say that it's not that easy to see them leave our beloved publication. I'll surely miss them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At D' Rasa Pub &amp;amp; Restaurant.. dinner and karaoke party mixed with awesome presentations. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5DQIWn3DLxE/TaB7k7Vb3gI/AAAAAAAAAOA/JBYcBhYtBwI/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5DQIWn3DLxE/TaB7k7Vb3gI/AAAAAAAAAOA/JBYcBhYtBwI/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coleen, Epi, Isabel, Celine, Juko &amp;amp; Carlz&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5wCWxDYztOQ/TaB7muZ1MaI/AAAAAAAAAOI/kGML4-7nZY4/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5wCWxDYztOQ/TaB7muZ1MaI/AAAAAAAAAOI/kGML4-7nZY4/s320/3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;with Rupert.. our soon to be EIC? Lol. Just kidding,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VnDBkN4qzpg/TaB7nvFiY0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/q9aXXQo5Uc8/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VnDBkN4qzpg/TaB7nvFiY0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/q9aXXQo5Uc8/s320/4.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner. The food was great minus the iced tea.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rZfW8wDVCkQ/TaB7pj85YDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Izrgq-u9YdU/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rZfW8wDVCkQ/TaB7pj85YDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Izrgq-u9YdU/s320/6.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;with Kats. I missed her so matss!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;and by awesome presentation, I mean this:&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I73_UE3nbmE/TaB7jLPOAAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/9Cc88FuQlCQ/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I73_UE3nbmE/TaB7jLPOAAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/9Cc88FuQlCQ/s320/9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Night's STARS&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-njNBYB4W4JU/TaB7q52a8FI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zqp00w994co/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-njNBYB4W4JU/TaB7q52a8FI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zqp00w994co/s320/7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our boys, impersonating our editors. XD&lt;br /&gt;Ronald as Celine, Rupert as Czeka and Jayrick as Cherai.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rC9WVYWXmb8/TaB7sIxUHEI/AAAAAAAAAOc/T7j2DW1cK4Q/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rC9WVYWXmb8/TaB7sIxUHEI/AAAAAAAAAOc/T7j2DW1cK4Q/s320/8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Danced GEE by SNSD.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the tribute we went to PANAAD..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YEGp9bbJmUc/TaB_q8m7ttI/AAAAAAAAAOk/e09faw1uBWk/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rlnr2kIlIPw/TaB_p99K9RI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ujyVSz_l6wA/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rlnr2kIlIPw/TaB_p99K9RI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ujyVSz_l6wA/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after Panaad, we decided to go home.. and yeah, they all spent the rest of the night at my place.. except for Rupert (the guy in yellow). We watched the movie, 3 idiots.. I mean, they watched the movie. While me? I've passed out.. I was so tired last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, before ending this entry.. let me show you my favorite picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ww7F7QH1X8/TaCAd71gIYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/XwDS7ZODXVs/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ww7F7QH1X8/TaCAd71gIYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/XwDS7ZODXVs/s400/11.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This photo was taken by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. Julius Mariveles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thank you, Sir!)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;To our outgoing editors, thank you for the experience, the fun and the bondings.. See you around! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-2917381197336915337?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/2917381197336915337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=2917381197336915337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/2917381197336915337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/2917381197336915337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/04/tribute-to-bosses.html' title='Tribute to the Bosses'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5DQIWn3DLxE/TaB7k7Vb3gI/AAAAAAAAAOA/JBYcBhYtBwI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-8838006988342925348</id><published>2011-04-09T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T23:05:06.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spectres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zombieland'/><title type='text'>WHAT'S INSIDE THE BOX?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When you think outside the box.. you literally end up finding yourself inside the box (confusing.. right?) Yeah.. Me too was confused with that line. Anyways, last Thursday (April 7) while secretly meeting for a surprise presentation for our outgoing editors, we saw pile of boxes outside the yearbook office (our neighbor). Out of the blue, Rupert started to "wear" the boxes.. and we all resulted to this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ihdNYejAEOw/TaB0c_pP_ZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/38G3noye8Co/s1600/box.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ihdNYejAEOw/TaB0c_pP_ZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/38G3noye8Co/s320/box.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We box raced, with "power2x" effects and all. We act like kids. I wonder if the security office do have files of us playing around the lobby through their surveillance camera.. how do we look back then? Do we look stupid? Anyways, I don't mind looking stupid at all as long as I'm having fun with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing crazy stuffs with them is an experience that I'll treasure for the rest of my life. With them, I was able to think really random scenarios and act it out.. With them, I can totally be myself. :) I love the spectres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-8838006988342925348?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/8838006988342925348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=8838006988342925348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/8838006988342925348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/8838006988342925348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/04/whats-inside-box.html' title='WHAT&apos;S INSIDE THE BOX?'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ihdNYejAEOw/TaB0c_pP_ZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/38G3noye8Co/s72-c/box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-1233595329554123500</id><published>2011-04-08T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T00:52:02.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Lucky Her</title><content type='html'>Well, to be honest.. I envy her. Who wouldn't? Most of your tweets were all about her (whoever that girl is). Sighs.. I wish I was her. I'm not the type of girl who would wish to be someone else but at this very moment.. probably I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I asked some of my friends in the office.. Why is it too easy for others to move on while for me, it's too impossible? I'm not holding on, I'm not keeping my hopes high. In fact, I wanted to give up, I almost gave up. I've lose this battle ever since I've started it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT HER &amp;amp; I CAN NEVER BE HER.. I wish I was.. Yet, you can never love someone like me. Not ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Not Ever in short, NEVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-1233595329554123500?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/1233595329554123500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=1233595329554123500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/1233595329554123500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/1233595329554123500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/04/lucky-her.html' title='Lucky Her'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-4308224683596512229</id><published>2011-04-07T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T14:47:12.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart Talks'/><title type='text'>And then my heart tried to speak up..</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Please don't be in love with someone else&lt;br /&gt;Please don't have somebody waiting on you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I was kinda caught by this line in T. Swift's song, Enchanted.. I really wish I could say those words to him.. If only I have enough courage and guts to say it, I've done it a long time ago.. I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-4308224683596512229?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/4308224683596512229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=4308224683596512229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4308224683596512229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4308224683596512229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-then-my-heart-tried-to-speak-up.html' title='And then my heart tried to speak up..'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-5760342399027689679</id><published>2011-04-07T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T02:19:48.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crushesssss'/><title type='text'>This is crap.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, found myself stalking his FB page once again. Deyyym! Why can't I just get over him and move on with my life? Why does he keep on visiting my thoughts every once in a while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I better stop this before everything's too late.. I don't want myself to fall again.. Not this time. Not ever.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-5760342399027689679?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/5760342399027689679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=5760342399027689679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/5760342399027689679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/5760342399027689679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-crap.html' title='This is crap.'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-4102086180543445111</id><published>2011-04-07T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T02:14:29.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>NEW BLOG SKIN</title><content type='html'>That was tiring! Changed my layout theme and viola, here it is. :) I'm kinda satisfied with the looks and everything. I really find it coooool 8D. So thasss it, enjoy my new theme! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-4102086180543445111?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/4102086180543445111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=4102086180543445111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4102086180543445111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4102086180543445111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-blog-skin.html' title='NEW BLOG SKIN'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-3586746965191767648</id><published>2011-04-06T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T23:25:32.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAYOUT EDITOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last Monday, the new set of Editorial Board was finally announced.. and OMO, my name was thurrr. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, I'm the new Layout Editor of The Spectrum. Yey! Goodluck~ We can do theeeessss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUwSazinjKg/TZyFLvBsWHI/AAAAAAAAANs/0Sy5MEo2bFU/s1600/untitled.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUwSazinjKg/TZyFLvBsWHI/AAAAAAAAANs/0Sy5MEo2bFU/s400/untitled.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Parteeey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-3586746965191767648?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/3586746965191767648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=3586746965191767648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/3586746965191767648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/3586746965191767648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/04/layout-editor.html' title='LAYOUT EDITOR'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUwSazinjKg/TZyFLvBsWHI/AAAAAAAAANs/0Sy5MEo2bFU/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-8560771984312008336</id><published>2011-04-03T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T01:07:14.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>WHAT KEEPS ME BUSY</title><content type='html'>This past few days, I wasn't able to keep in touch because of one main reason: &lt;b&gt;FUN SHOOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too engrossed with some photography stuffs and my very own "Cherai Collection" wherein the model is Manang Cherai.. Everyday, we'll be shooting from different places in the university and later on, I'll be uploading it on Facebook. So to keep you on track on my daily activities, here are some of my shots. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rBt9G97mRNg/TZdVoOIZaSI/AAAAAAAAAMk/adJ8q-029fg/s1600/CC19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rBt9G97mRNg/TZdVoOIZaSI/AAAAAAAAAMk/adJ8q-029fg/s320/CC19.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qPOqdXYVvdQ/TZdVuxim2gI/AAAAAAAAAMo/g085-Mvw0zg/s1600/CC1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qPOqdXYVvdQ/TZdVuxim2gI/AAAAAAAAAMo/g085-Mvw0zg/s320/CC1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vmEoVttUa-4/TZdVv7Y-EsI/AAAAAAAAAMs/skY6KUpCKZU/s1600/CC2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sC4TfCF_Whw/TZdWVff0rtI/AAAAAAAAANo/tXh2VyU3kJc/s1600/CC18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sC4TfCF_Whw/TZdWVff0rtI/AAAAAAAAANo/tXh2VyU3kJc/s320/CC18.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KAYJUDIENI Photography&lt;/b&gt; is my watermark.. These photos are my recent shots.. Visit the full album at my Flickr site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Link:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/judyrosesayson"&gt;Cherai Collection&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-8560771984312008336?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/8560771984312008336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=8560771984312008336&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/8560771984312008336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/8560771984312008336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-keeps-me-busy.html' title='WHAT KEEPS ME BUSY'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rBt9G97mRNg/TZdVoOIZaSI/AAAAAAAAAMk/adJ8q-029fg/s72-c/CC19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-1529809930200033443</id><published>2011-04-03T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T00:44:11.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY WEDNESDAY TREAT (Late Post)</title><content type='html'>I miss my daily rants.. Sorry guys if I haven't updated this past few days. I wasn't busy with something or someone.. I just don't have anything to blog about.. My mind has been blank for days. :) So here I am right now, I've got lots of stories to tell. This is going to be about my Wednesday treat at Negros' Summer Capital, Don Salvador Benedicto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don Salvador Benedicto&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;is known as the "Little Baguio" of Negros Occidental.. the temperature ranges from 16-27 degrees Celsius.. imagine. While we're there it reached 19 degrees plus the fact that it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gXfrl0GQ-8Q/TZdK86IH_nI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ijewOtkZKUw/s1600/DSB2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gXfrl0GQ-8Q/TZdK86IH_nI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ijewOtkZKUw/s320/DSB2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blame the rain for the crappy pictures.. Lol.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GVuxYKIAoLI/TZdLn-PucGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/GV3zc9tQ3Yk/s1600/DSB6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GVuxYKIAoLI/TZdLn-PucGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/GV3zc9tQ3Yk/s320/DSB6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's fogging.. Coooool. ^_^&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The place was so cool.. literally. Good thing Tito Martin reminded me to bring my jacket. We arrived at the place at around 9:30 PM because I was one of the late comers.. (Yeah, they forgot to pick me up during the morning :[ ) So upon arriving there, we just had dinner and spent the rest of the night playing "tong-its" (a card game)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning came, it turned out to be a boring one at first maybe because all of us were still freezing.. we're not that used to that kind of weather. We just chatted and took some pictures just to kill the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gcpEjcLdpgA/TZdNGP5X1UI/AAAAAAAAAME/hMBgQ-Qh5PQ/s1600/DSB1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gcpEjcLdpgA/TZdNGP5X1UI/AAAAAAAAAME/hMBgQ-Qh5PQ/s320/DSB1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Manang Ems, Crysta, Tito Martin (our adoptive "papa" LOL) and me..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My boredom faded when I finally get to meet this cute angel,&amp;nbsp;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHMaKQrmLXo/TZdNEUzRHhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/G24dbD_zfjI/s1600/DSB3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHMaKQrmLXo/TZdNEUzRHhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/G24dbD_zfjI/s320/DSB3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baby Mogley&lt;/b&gt;.. He's two years old but he weighs like a four-year-old.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had spaghetti for breakfast then Tito Caloy took the guts to invite us all to go swimming.. Despite of the cold weather... So yeah, we froze inside the pool.. It's very very very cold. It's like bathing in a water filled with a bucket of ice.. Drat!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CEZ905bu6JQ/TZdO6dlbs2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/gkjbglLXrvg/s1600/DSB12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CEZ905bu6JQ/TZdO6dlbs2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/gkjbglLXrvg/s320/DSB12.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eb9e30erAhs/TZdO7iL_f7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/W-C7WPsCaxc/s1600/DSB11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eb9e30erAhs/TZdO7iL_f7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/W-C7WPsCaxc/s320/DSB11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The best part of this adventure was the rainbow. I was able to take a closer look of the rainbow.. It's like a hundred-meter distance.. I was on top of the hill while the rainbow was just along the bridge.. I even joked about finding a pot of gold and a leprechaun.. What if that was true? Maybe, I'm the richest man alive right now. Mwehehe.. Take a look:&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-tI-N7cP-g/TZdQDN0H_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/W-GAkCQGgSs/s1600/DSB10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-tI-N7cP-g/TZdQDN0H_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/W-GAkCQGgSs/s320/DSB10.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pfbno2nkGZA/TZdQE4e_9OI/AAAAAAAAAMU/OX76ILLrac4/s1600/DSB7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pfbno2nkGZA/TZdQE4e_9OI/AAAAAAAAAMU/OX76ILLrac4/s320/DSB7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X_M8hmrCRLk/TZdQHj-u64I/AAAAAAAAAMY/-3mvj5bhksA/s1600/DSB8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X_M8hmrCRLk/TZdQHj-u64I/AAAAAAAAAMY/-3mvj5bhksA/s320/DSB8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_GspLW8ljIw/TZdQJNi03XI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5b-W257AfPk/s1600/DSB9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_GspLW8ljIw/TZdQJNi03XI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5b-W257AfPk/s320/DSB9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ZOMG! A RAINBOOOOW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah! I acted like a kid upon seeing that rainbow.. It was just soooo beautiful that I cannot just stare at it and not admire the view.. Feels like heaven.. Aahh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After lunch we went home.. on the way, we stopped at the falls' viewing deck.. and took some pictures, AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qSMDzEvw7AA/TZdR2AyeM9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/G6fjnuwYDLI/s1600/DSB13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qSMDzEvw7AA/TZdR2AyeM9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/G6fjnuwYDLI/s320/DSB13.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;And the road trip adventure was over.. Ahh. Thanks to the Bibit family for inviting me to join their Wednesday excursion. I've been wanting to go out of town since summer break started, and finally I've had it. :) More adventures to come! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-1529809930200033443?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/1529809930200033443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=1529809930200033443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/1529809930200033443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/1529809930200033443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-wednesday-treat-late-post.html' title='MY WEDNESDAY TREAT (Late Post)'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gXfrl0GQ-8Q/TZdK86IH_nI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ijewOtkZKUw/s72-c/DSB2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-5004126105317664711</id><published>2011-03-28T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T14:36:17.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE WE GO AGAIN..</title><content type='html'>When I'm in the process of moving on and trying to forget everything.. Here he goes, trying to make me remember all the things I wanted to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why now? When I'm already trying my best to stay away from you and not expect anything from you.. When I already started to establish a new feeling for somebody else.. When I have already given up and accepted that there will never be the word, "US". Are you doing it on purpose? or you're just too insensitive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, those are just simple words.. but to me, it has great impact. For crying out loud, I've got a crush on you before.. or maybe up to now. So please, just stay away.. I can't handle another heartbreak, not at this moment.. Not anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-5004126105317664711?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/5004126105317664711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=5004126105317664711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/5004126105317664711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/5004126105317664711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/03/here-we-go-again.html' title='HERE WE GO AGAIN..'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-2099137636119819096</id><published>2011-03-27T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T02:10:08.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT SEEMS LIKE YESTERDAY...</title><content type='html'>Just this evening, I've seen myself a year ago.. It was this the same day that I've been looking forward for four years and finally that day finally came. I was gracefully marching in the center aisle, holding that sash in my right arm and maintaining my posture until I reach my seat.. AHHHH.. HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATION DAY.. Seems like yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the graduation rites of my beloved high school alma mater.. but this time, I won't be taking that march anymore. A new set of batch will be given honor and pride for another achievement that they've made. I keep on telling my mom, "Last year, we were all busy for this very same day.." Last year seems like yesterday.. I cannot imagine that time flies so fast.. so fast that I haven't noticed what's happening in my life anymore. In a day or two, I don't know what will happen to me.. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'd like to congratulate the new graduates of this year's batch. Good luck as you take another journey in you life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-2099137636119819096?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/2099137636119819096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=2099137636119819096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/2099137636119819096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/2099137636119819096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-seems-like-yesterday.html' title='IT SEEMS LIKE YESTERDAY...'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-7093529261266166497</id><published>2011-03-25T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T01:28:52.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHH.. AT LAST..</title><content type='html'>After the busy week, comes relaxation.. :) Yeah, I just survived hell-week. Thank God. I was finally able to submit our Speech exams this afternoon. Went to the Barangay for an ocular visit for documentation purposes.. And ahhh.. Finally got home. So now, I can rest my sleepy head in my comfy bed for as long as I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUMMER will be another monotonous season for me.. But who cares? As long as I have enough sleep and food. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals this summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apply for a part-time job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loose wait.. Kill excess fats and unwanted cholesterols..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make lots and lots of designs.. for future use.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend more time with my family..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrate my 17th birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surprise someone.. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and I'll leave this space for future plans. :3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Goodnight my beloved readers. Thank you for reading my endless rants.. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-7093529261266166497?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/7093529261266166497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=7093529261266166497&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/7093529261266166497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/7093529261266166497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/03/ahh-at-last.html' title='AHH.. AT LAST..'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-2346269579638023143</id><published>2011-03-23T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T14:46:25.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOH HELLOOOO SUMMER! 8D</title><content type='html'>Yey! It's summer once again.. There are only three things I'm looking forward to this Summer.. SLEEP, My 17th Birthday and My Dad's Arrival from Saudi Arabia.. There'll be lots of pasalubongs, I hope. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Any plans this summer?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err.. I don't know.. I do not have any summer getaway plans though.. I'm considering the budget. I cannot just spend my money with just one vacation... you know. But I'm really thinking of going to Cebu, but I guess it's impossible for now.. Haha. Alright, this summer I'm going to apply for a part-time job. I hope I get accepted.. I need some moolahss. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I'm planning to celebrate my birthday in a very unusual way.. Honestly I wanted to have a children's party theme for my birthday.. but my guests will be people of the same age as mine.. I just want to reminisce some of my childhood memories.. it's nice to be a kid you know. Sigh.. Anyways, whatever happens on my birthday, I'd still be thankful for it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS May 3 is my birthday. In case you wanted to send me some gifts, you can contact me. Mwehehe. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-2346269579638023143?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/2346269579638023143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=2346269579638023143&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/2346269579638023143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/2346269579638023143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/03/oooh-helloooo-summer-8d.html' title='OOOH HELLOOOO SUMMER! 8D'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-3343144470203880350</id><published>2011-03-22T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T00:02:10.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I GET IT..</title><content type='html'>I get it.. the feeling's not that strong enough to stay and hold on. Maybe I just find you attractive after all. But that's it. No emotions attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you broke the news, honestly I didn't know how to react. Mixed Emotions.. should I be happy for you or be sad for myself. But it has all come clear to me now, it's nothing. There's no reason why I should be raging right now. Anyways, I still admire you though. And oh, that dream about you? Maybe my friend's right. It's just something new, maybe I am not used to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to jump right now.. I want to be civilized again. Lol. Now that I've confirmed that this is nothing but just a spur of the moment feeling.. I'm happy because I could at least bring back the friendship. Sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-3343144470203880350?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/3343144470203880350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=3343144470203880350&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/3343144470203880350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/3343144470203880350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-get-it.html' title='I GET IT..'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-8803139613029071726</id><published>2011-03-21T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T01:30:00.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>MI PAMILYA</title><content type='html'>The &lt;b&gt;Sayson&lt;/b&gt; Clan. Last night (Mar. 19) we celebrated our annual family reunion, The San Jose.. It has been a family tradition practiced for like 73 years already.. Yesssss. That long.. It's in commemoration of the feast of St. Joseph, our family's patron saint.. But it has been a joke within our family that their patron saint was San Miguel (BEER). Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As practiced, there'd be someone who gets the role of Jesus, Mary and Joseph.. They'll be seated in a circular table and they will be fed before the rest of the family members eat.. It's like a "ritual"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iwjJr0ZhcII/TYYzDaXm8pI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gbCGz-eavCA/s1600/IMG_2399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iwjJr0ZhcII/TYYzDaXm8pI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gbCGz-eavCA/s320/IMG_2399.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ZbEOea7XCgM/TYYzCNlO9wI/AAAAAAAAAJo/pAUwLBK1_V0/s1600/IMG_2408.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ZbEOea7XCgM/TYYzCNlO9wI/AAAAAAAAAJo/pAUwLBK1_V0/s320/IMG_2408.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hgdmzI38MC4/TYYzF9DThMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/a76o-jLJye4/s1600/IMG_2402.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hgdmzI38MC4/TYYzF9DThMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/a76o-jLJye4/s320/IMG_2402.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0GEZSzdiB5w/TYYzHH3H4eI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/VxfQMq_7las/s1600/IMG_2403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0GEZSzdiB5w/TYYzHH3H4eI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/VxfQMq_7las/s320/IMG_2403.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After the eating part, a big bowl will be placed in the middle of the table and that's the time when the family members are going to place money in the bowl (any amount will do).. but before that, you need to "bless" at their hands as a part of the practice.. When all have already given some money, the total amount will be divided among the three. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VSWql9ZcOjs/TYY0PIBmJmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/o3E7tNBLt5Y/s1600/IMG_2416.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VSWql9ZcOjs/TYY0PIBmJmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/o3E7tNBLt5Y/s320/IMG_2416.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-m7SgSa7rvAA/TYY0R1Gd8AI/AAAAAAAAAKA/bBUdLtuORqo/s1600/IMG_2421.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-m7SgSa7rvAA/TYY0R1Gd8AI/AAAAAAAAAKA/bBUdLtuORqo/s320/IMG_2421.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Quite interesting.. right? Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, I really enjoyed the gathering last night.. For some reasons I'd like to share.. First, because I get to see my cousins.. especially the ones whom I just got close with..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Evz9lEpDUwU/TYY0-m6leOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZflflZZbgS8/s1600/IMG_2460.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Evz9lEpDUwU/TYY0-m6leOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZflflZZbgS8/s320/IMG_2460.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mXJRhXL_0lA/TYY1AMgiNoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/RE4ZRnf1f5k/s1600/IMG_2456.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mXJRhXL_0lA/TYY1AMgiNoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/RE4ZRnf1f5k/s320/IMG_2456.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-j1omOYXKn4Q/TYY1BkQkN6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/bnkeiv990s8/s1600/IMG_2457.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-j1omOYXKn4Q/TYY1BkQkN6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/bnkeiv990s8/s320/IMG_2457.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YfhzCTxVvok/TYY1DbgBhNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/UJNFfwjX9dc/s1600/IMG_2458.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YfhzCTxVvok/TYY1DbgBhNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/UJNFfwjX9dc/s320/IMG_2458.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-j5yMF-F5xcw/TYY1FcEXufI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zlJu8x_Ej-g/s1600/IMG_2459.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-j5yMF-F5xcw/TYY1FcEXufI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zlJu8x_Ej-g/s320/IMG_2459.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qRLzdUMH8bc/TYY4M8oQ-JI/AAAAAAAAALY/gjW37J6aHCk/s1600/IMG_2469.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qRLzdUMH8bc/TYY4M8oQ-JI/AAAAAAAAALY/gjW37J6aHCk/s320/IMG_2469.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Second, bonding moments with the old acquaintances.. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-59rKXRezUJo/TYY1-mTxHrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/o3mKI_9x62M/s1600/IMG_2497.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-59rKXRezUJo/TYY1-mTxHrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/o3mKI_9x62M/s320/IMG_2497.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Laarni and Michelle.. and ooh, they're my nieces na. :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5X4GbI7pLOQ/TYY2QqgD50I/AAAAAAAAAKk/3JagZqsB4gk/s1600/IMG_2473.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5X4GbI7pLOQ/TYY2QqgD50I/AAAAAAAAAKk/3JagZqsB4gk/s320/IMG_2473.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Altair, what are you lookin' at?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Vr2ljQdJJEM/TYY2R7pqeEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ED-X2ImeeoE/s1600/IMG_2470.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Vr2ljQdJJEM/TYY2R7pqeEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ED-X2ImeeoE/s320/IMG_2470.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;with Tito Tongi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Third, the cute babiessss..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-br3OUJGYx-E/TYY3RtiSubI/AAAAAAAAALE/K-WzYBIwqhk/s1600/IMG_2448.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-br3OUJGYx-E/TYY3RtiSubI/AAAAAAAAALE/K-WzYBIwqhk/s320/IMG_2448.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cousin..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Gt3hWF8gqHU/TYY3SuD53oI/AAAAAAAAALI/cHXKz4xkJ4Q/s1600/IMG_2449.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Gt3hWF8gqHU/TYY3SuD53oI/AAAAAAAAALI/cHXKz4xkJ4Q/s320/IMG_2449.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My nephew.. i guess? Lol. I'm not sure if he's my cousin&lt;br /&gt;or he's already my nephew..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-X3uD3QIIbQU/TYY3UO6FnHI/AAAAAAAAALM/qWw8JobkG8I/s1600/IMG_2477.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-X3uD3QIIbQU/TYY3UO6FnHI/AAAAAAAAALM/qWw8JobkG8I/s320/IMG_2477.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is my cute niece...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-j3hvZPhYfK0/TYY3VtD8q-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/UPnLtMcHImo/s1600/IMG_2478.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-j3hvZPhYfK0/TYY3VtD8q-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/UPnLtMcHImo/s320/IMG_2478.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The vainest.. Lol.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TnqLEAMuU6g/TYY3WqbWjqI/AAAAAAAAALU/OMd-KcUKvUI/s1600/IMG_2502.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TnqLEAMuU6g/TYY3WqbWjqI/AAAAAAAAALU/OMd-KcUKvUI/s320/IMG_2502.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the newest addition to the family, Mikee.. :)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WQH5n_L4DwU/TYY3CLjGSFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/rRo_nJoH0MQ/s1600/IMG_2453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WQH5n_L4DwU/TYY3CLjGSFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/rRo_nJoH0MQ/s320/IMG_2453.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ooo.. &amp;nbsp;nevermind. XD&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-53XlnJoL49I/TYY4OLw3ZzI/AAAAAAAAALc/RkKMU4yzQBc/s1600/IMG_2492.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-53XlnJoL49I/TYY4OLw3ZzI/AAAAAAAAALc/RkKMU4yzQBc/s320/IMG_2492.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister dear who got her face distorted because she's too tired running&lt;br /&gt;around the huge house.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Mo_uaPTYg2c/TYY4PFzPIBI/AAAAAAAAALg/qp3R0VmIoo8/s1600/IMG_2467.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Mo_uaPTYg2c/TYY4PFzPIBI/AAAAAAAAALg/qp3R0VmIoo8/s320/IMG_2467.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and of course, there will always be some BLOOPERS. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Y2Xb_1rDyFA/TYY4n65GH_I/AAAAAAAAALk/Ewt2N39HYGw/s1600/IMG_2490.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Y2Xb_1rDyFA/TYY4n65GH_I/AAAAAAAAALk/Ewt2N39HYGw/s320/IMG_2490.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;TAKE HOME scene no. 1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1y3bxYT_J60/TYY4pS1GtnI/AAAAAAAAALo/4N2mpOOdRg4/s1600/IMG_2491.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1y3bxYT_J60/TYY4pS1GtnI/AAAAAAAAALo/4N2mpOOdRg4/s320/IMG_2491.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;TAKE HOME scene no. 2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XxRiGYlGpgs/TYY4qXOnIKI/AAAAAAAAALs/YLReAfOEHLE/s1600/IMG_2504.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XxRiGYlGpgs/TYY4qXOnIKI/AAAAAAAAALs/YLReAfOEHLE/s320/IMG_2504.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;See for yourselves..haha.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I tell you, the best part of being a SAYSON is not about the money, the fame it gives you or whatsoever.. It's the family ties and the closeness of each one of us that brought us all together once again and made this family even stronger for the past 73 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That's why I am proud to say, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I AM A &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;SAYSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAYSON &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;KO YA.. INDI TIKALON..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;KUNDI MAPINALANGGA-ON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-8803139613029071726?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/8803139613029071726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=8803139613029071726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/8803139613029071726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/8803139613029071726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/03/mi-pamilya.html' title='MI PAMILYA'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iwjJr0ZhcII/TYYzDaXm8pI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gbCGz-eavCA/s72-c/IMG_2399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-8810364825266182958</id><published>2011-03-21T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T00:54:48.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>THEM.. (SPEECH PEEPS)</title><content type='html'>I haven't made a blog post for days now.. I've been very busy with some end term stuffs.. Filipino term paper, Speech exams (a movie).. and a lot of effin' things to do that aroused mixed emotions within me for the past week. I'm gonna blog about them.. my newfound friends. We're actually a bunch of irregular students taking up the same English 3 class also known as SPEECH.. Our courses were all mashed up.. IT, ComSci, Pysch, Accountancy, Engineering, HM.. yeah.. name it and we have it. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing I regret the most, it's not knowing them much earlier.. I partly blame our teacher for not giving us some group projects/exam during the prelim and midterm period.. why now? When we all know that we'll all part ways after this course.. Sigh.. They're a bunch of great people who has great outlooks in life. I've had so much fun being with them. At least now I know, I'm normal.. that I don't just spend the rest of my break with my Spectrum Family.. at least it gave me the idea that I am still capable of befriending other people. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ENXhcqqxtro/TYYwPQdgbKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/kBRtDY_pG4w/s1600/IMG_2633.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ENXhcqqxtro/TYYwPQdgbKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/kBRtDY_pG4w/s320/IMG_2633.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the Final Shoot.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5B2tqMspjLI/TYYwRLIpipI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lDKdto-ZKNo/s1600/IMG_2554.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5B2tqMspjLI/TYYwRLIpipI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lDKdto-ZKNo/s320/IMG_2554.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In one of the scenes.. And oh. by the way, the guy in red is my 2nd cousin..&lt;br /&gt;We just found out about 2 months ago.. &lt;br /&gt;(Nahh. not the one with the mustache..&amp;nbsp;the other one..XD)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nJaOf1Jgr24/TYYwSjPb7pI/AAAAAAAAAJg/STQlXRwTwbs/s1600/IMG_2584.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nJaOf1Jgr24/TYYwSjPb7pI/AAAAAAAAAJg/STQlXRwTwbs/s320/IMG_2584.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;While having the CAR scene. Lol.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2bNaAG1-hqU/TYYwWU1OOuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/VqaT9KYOxgc/s1600/IMG_2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2bNaAG1-hqU/TYYwWU1OOuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/VqaT9KYOxgc/s320/IMG_2521.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;While waiting for "PINK"..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've finally finished our so called "MOVIE" and it's all ready for editing and stuffs.. hayy.. Seriously I'm gonna miss them.. Even though I got to know them in a short span. And before anything else, the guy in blue he is our "FOOD SUPPLIER" lol. Thanks Jerald for the snacks and the dinner and the venue and everything. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WILL MISS YOU GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-8810364825266182958?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/8810364825266182958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=8810364825266182958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/8810364825266182958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/8810364825266182958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/03/them-speech-peeps.html' title='THEM.. (SPEECH PEEPS)'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ENXhcqqxtro/TYYwPQdgbKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/kBRtDY_pG4w/s72-c/IMG_2633.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-5416321296770793282</id><published>2011-03-16T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T03:59:40.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>TITA</title><content type='html'>I never expected that everything would come at this point. Since I first entered college. I thought &amp;nbsp;they already know the perks of a college student, the ups and the downs. But I was wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living with her for 16 years.. Sixteen years and maybe, counting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the first person I thought who could hurt me big time (except for my mom), and yeah she just succeeded. Now, I'm trying my best to not associate myself with her anymore. She's like my best friend.. I mean, it's in her where I find comfort sharing my problems and all and I really though she's my "kakampi". But then again, I was wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MABING, I used to call her that way. She's my Mama as well as my Tita. I love her as much as I love my mom. I cannot afford losing her. But hearing those painful words from her crashed my own understanding of the word, love and family. I don't even know if I still have a family after this. Because honestly, I don't feel like I belong to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mabing, I'm sorry if I've been so stubborn and stupid and everything. I just don't know how to please all of you.. I mean you, Mommy, Mama, Tito Boy and all of our family members. Even though I exert too much effort just to make you proud, I feel like it's just not enough. I'm sorry for being such a big disappointment and all. I'm sorry for hurting you.. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being so inconsiderate. I just have lots of things to say sorry for.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Thank you for being there with me. Thank you for the understanding, the love, and the care.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Now, I'll be off your way. I'll try to be independent enough. I've caused you too much trouble and I've ruined your life. I've been a nuisance this past few years. I know that.. and I'm sorry if I'm like that.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As you always say, I'm like my biological father. Maybe you're right after all. Don't worry, I'll go find him when I have enough cash and time so I'll confirm it myself. And when that time comes, I don't know if I could still bear the pain. And when I get to realize that I am so much like my father, then I'll be off your lives, I guess. Because I've been a pain in the ass for so long now. I'm sorry once again.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I love you.. and I always will.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I love you, Ma Bing.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-5416321296770793282?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/5416321296770793282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=5416321296770793282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/5416321296770793282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/5416321296770793282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/03/tita.html' title='TITA'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-8747069511852669877</id><published>2011-03-12T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T05:15:04.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Pics'/><title type='text'>WHILE WORKING</title><content type='html'>Zombie land is not always WORK, WORK and WORK.. Of course, we also know how to have fun. Yeah, speaking of fun.. While working a while ago, took a short break and opened the Crystal Eye software and took some silly shots from the laptop's webcam.. So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XPYL5_pexJo/TXqO5-005wI/AAAAAAAAAIM/JAfi0YFNthA/s1600/Picture1242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XPYL5_pexJo/TXqO5-005wI/AAAAAAAAAIM/JAfi0YFNthA/s320/Picture1242.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qlO0wJW_GzM/TXqO6Q0LvAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5VqKDr-1x8M/s1600/Picture1248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qlO0wJW_GzM/TXqO6Q0LvAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5VqKDr-1x8M/s320/Picture1248.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iUl8JmvFv_s/TXqO7lymi_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/0lCiNrDPkXA/s1600/Picture1250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iUl8JmvFv_s/TXqO7lymi_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/0lCiNrDPkXA/s320/Picture1250.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0ZGgEqJyI7Y/TXqO8KxX4TI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ba42S01aE-s/s1600/Picture1252.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0ZGgEqJyI7Y/TXqO8KxX4TI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ba42S01aE-s/s320/Picture1252.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dlzBAYqGB6M/TXqO7H2fT_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/NecDIdd0hQk/s1600/Picture1249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dlzBAYqGB6M/TXqO7H2fT_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/NecDIdd0hQk/s320/Picture1249.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5nOWqwuos74/TXqO83PfsZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/0O2pMsYdME0/s1600/Picture1253.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5nOWqwuos74/TXqO83PfsZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/0O2pMsYdME0/s320/Picture1253.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uixemlKnl74/TXqO9rhZhsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/l9NZHcUDmko/s1600/Picture1254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uixemlKnl74/TXqO9rhZhsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/l9NZHcUDmko/s320/Picture1254.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'M SOOOO SLEEPY LIKE YEAHHH...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-banIEU3Vgrw/TXqO-CfOtaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/UUW2OGr4iCg/s1600/Picture1256.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-banIEU3Vgrw/TXqO-CfOtaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/UUW2OGr4iCg/s320/Picture1256.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-M0_WfWxYuy4/TXqO-hiKTNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/IKcH4ho3MZU/s1600/Picture1258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-M0_WfWxYuy4/TXqO-hiKTNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/IKcH4ho3MZU/s320/Picture1258.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;CORNETTO PLEASE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NFuq87QiVEw/TXqO_fNznRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fWmvt64RnPM/s1600/Picture1265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NFuq87QiVEw/TXqO_fNznRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fWmvt64RnPM/s320/Picture1265.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;JAYRICK LYING ON THE FLOOOOOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DWI8gOmKx9Y/TXqPAOL0Y9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/qkyCqundSc0/s1600/Picture1266.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DWI8gOmKx9Y/TXqPAOL0Y9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/qkyCqundSc0/s320/Picture1266.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HEY.. CTC? ASL? 91, BI, MARS ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PPxGWbZLs54/TXqPAmTyRjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/aMd5oCIbg8Q/s1600/Picture1267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PPxGWbZLs54/TXqPAmTyRjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/aMd5oCIbg8Q/s320/Picture1267.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I LOOK STUPID.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ut7dC456P54/TXqPBcShFHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gGDxTHqK8CM/s1600/Picture1271.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ut7dC456P54/TXqPBcShFHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gGDxTHqK8CM/s320/Picture1271.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WAAAAH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ZP_oFydC6xM/TXqPCC5-6TI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4HG6E51N_Lg/s1600/Picture1277.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ZP_oFydC6xM/TXqPCC5-6TI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4HG6E51N_Lg/s320/Picture1277.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;YESS. DAW WALA LANG MOCK BOARD BWAS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Ea_8bKvAwAw/TXqPCt4XgfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/gC-UWxfI8ec/s1600/Picture1284.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Ea_8bKvAwAw/TXqPCt4XgfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/gC-UWxfI8ec/s320/Picture1284.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;DO NOT DISTURB.. WATCHING PORN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;UNDER A BLANKET. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-L4btveXvMRw/TXqPDKPfy7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/1KhBIWeLnbQ/s1600/Picture1285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-L4btveXvMRw/TXqPDKPfy7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/1KhBIWeLnbQ/s320/Picture1285.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aQerj9Jr-J8/TXqPFOabzPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/loBMFMZWND4/s1600/Picture1287.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aQerj9Jr-J8/TXqPFOabzPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/loBMFMZWND4/s320/Picture1287.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SSSSHHH..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dg4Xl4VVCG4/TXqPFlRHwcI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2RB-gO3RPlE/s1600/Picture1289.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dg4Xl4VVCG4/TXqPFlRHwcI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2RB-gO3RPlE/s320/Picture1289.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MY HAIR IS A TOTAL MESSS MEHN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jTzPtnB-_jk/TXqPGqrAHPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ftJtnSfLp9A/s1600/Picture1291.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jTzPtnB-_jk/TXqPGqrAHPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ftJtnSfLp9A/s320/Picture1291.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LAST SHOT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Off to the shower room now. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bye bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-8747069511852669877?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/8747069511852669877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=8747069511852669877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/8747069511852669877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/8747069511852669877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/03/while-working.html' title='WHILE WORKING'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XPYL5_pexJo/TXqO5-005wI/AAAAAAAAAIM/JAfi0YFNthA/s72-c/Picture1242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-4112224601184287172</id><published>2011-03-12T05:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T05:03:29.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY THERE</title><content type='html'>Time check: 4:53AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been awake for almost 24 hours now. Waiting for the clock to strike 5. I'll be preparing for our NSTP Mangrove Planting and Coastal Clean-up Activity by 6:30 AM. Yeah, checked in at Zombie Land once again. Still doing stuffs for the March Magazine. I'm a bit worried for our activity later. It'll be in the beach... Water... Waves.. I bet you can guess what I'm actually thinking right now. Tsunami. I know it's far from our place, but what if? Just what if? I hope not. (Knock on the wood). Yeah, I'm being paranoid right now.. Just thinking of the possible things that might happen in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is real life. I want to live it to the fullest.. I need more time. So, Dear God.. Please, protect the world. Protect us.. Keep us away from harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I feel so sleepy right now. I look damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FFGgU9LEXCY/TXqOB92SVYI/AAAAAAAAAII/yxVH7op2kjk/s1600/Picture1245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FFGgU9LEXCY/TXqOB92SVYI/AAAAAAAAAII/yxVH7op2kjk/s320/Picture1245.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yahh! I look like a loser. XD&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/4234654862597174833-4112224601184287172?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/4112224601184287172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=4112224601184287172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4112224601184287172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4112224601184287172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/03/hey-there.html' title='HEY THERE'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FFGgU9LEXCY/TXqOB92SVYI/AAAAAAAAAII/yxVH7op2kjk/s72-c/Picture1245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-2260860002477169761</id><published>2011-03-11T17:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T17:14:35.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tsunami'/><title type='text'>TSUNAMI</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: Georgia, Times, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 7px; margin-right: 7px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 24px;"&gt;Phivolcs raise tsunami alert, waves expected Friday&amp;nbsp;afternoon -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ph.yfittopostblog.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"&gt;http://ph.yfittopostblog.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okay. That news kinda freaked me out. Wait.. what? A tsunami? Is 2012 real? Is the world coming to an end? Jeez. I hope not. All I can do at this very moment is to pray and ask Him to protect everybody from any possible dangers. I hope less people get hurt or better yet, NO ONE WILL GET HURT. I am praying for our neighboring provinces to be safe. I hope this will be another false alarm thingy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody, let's all pray for their safety..for our safety, especially for Bacolod. Though, we're a bit far from those provinces, we might not know. Let's just hope everything will be alright. Yeah, let's pray. &amp;nbsp;Pray and pray. Because nothing is impossible with Him. I believe that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-2260860002477169761?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/2260860002477169761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=2260860002477169761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/2260860002477169761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/2260860002477169761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/03/tsunami.html' title='TSUNAMI'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-872250586395909391</id><published>2011-03-11T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T00:00:18.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online job'/><title type='text'>APPLIED FOR AN ONLINE JOB</title><content type='html'>I took the guts to send an email for a certain job post. Just now.. It's a part time job. I hope I get accepted for some extra cash. There's no harm in trying right? So all I just need to do is pray and hope that everything will go as I wished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-872250586395909391?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/872250586395909391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=872250586395909391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/872250586395909391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/872250586395909391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/03/applied-for-online-job.html' title='APPLIED FOR AN ONLINE JOB'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-227117086158910996</id><published>2011-03-10T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T22:47:16.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zombieland'/><title type='text'>ZOMBIES' FUN SHOOT</title><content type='html'>This afternoon, we had a shoot for the graduating staffs' personal page.. after the official shoot, we just had fun.. Playing with the lights and everything. Again, THIS IS NOT OFFICIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since, I already had a thing for Photography.. but yeah, I don't have the enough equipments to practice such skill. So I really am wishing for someone with a good heart to give me one DSLR cam.. haha.. or I'll just wait for years until graduation day so I can have my first DSLR. So yeah, I was given the chance.. and I just grabbed it. The chance to shoot, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some of my personal favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5l9ebPmsRvM/TXjED0z0XtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7vzTtNe-IDI/s400/IMG_5002.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First Shot&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZxX6S5dtGkY/TXjEYtctAuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/nrhG9iHRko8/s1600/IMG_5005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZxX6S5dtGkY/TXjEYtctAuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/nrhG9iHRko8/s400/IMG_5005.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perfect Lighting&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BI7Ii4ad1f4/TXjEmNt6gJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2QvC4yi0l3E/s400/IMG_5013.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhh. The Lights!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-c7j3OP7o8y4/TXjEvLUd_1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/FVVGgFmO9NE/s1600/IMG_5042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-c7j3OP7o8y4/TXjEvLUd_1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/FVVGgFmO9NE/s400/IMG_5042.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Associate Editor&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HIztfwlBSdQ/TXjFG4wUxUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/f8Sk7l0LeZQ/s1600/IMG_5039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HIztfwlBSdQ/TXjFG4wUxUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/f8Sk7l0LeZQ/s400/IMG_5039.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Girl in the Battlefield&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2P1R0bw0XRA/TXjFTBtyfCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Qaq55JmT2O8/s400/IMG_5046.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our EIC&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-MY8I2tgKn3E/TXjFg9JxcPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/goDzh_H26sM/s400/IMG_5064.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The "tough" &amp;amp; the "kikay"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dnz5ZTHeU4I/TXjFvAoZQXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/u126gy3g8dQ/s400/IMG_5068.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's with the tree?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xNI2-HsK8ag/TXjFyLxis_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/W5pqUav3NKE/s400/IMG_5076.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And again, the tree...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-CucG9S1TosQ/TXjF6rmqJqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/M1i7_p-VyAg/s1600/IMG_5077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-CucG9S1TosQ/TXjF6rmqJqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/M1i7_p-VyAg/s400/IMG_5077.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ooooh.. it's Epi.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-TtyOencjjm8/TXjGJXUSRCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/zlEQDGp2cvM/s1600/IMG_5119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-TtyOencjjm8/TXjGJXUSRCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/zlEQDGp2cvM/s400/IMG_5119.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look out! Hmmm.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-snJltvFbqiQ/TXjGVI3md4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Cn0B6lfWNyw/s1600/IMG_5126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-snJltvFbqiQ/TXjGVI3md4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Cn0B6lfWNyw/s400/IMG_5126.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cOWgfy0VbuU/TXjGYwZkruI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Xei9RVQ3IdY/s1600/IMG_5128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cOWgfy0VbuU/TXjGYwZkruI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Xei9RVQ3IdY/s400/IMG_5128.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;And the &lt;b&gt;FUNNY&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;PART:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vZC76KSXew4/TXjJhlq6QvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/pRBpzZIbUPw/s1600/IMG_5004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vZC76KSXew4/TXjJhlq6QvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/pRBpzZIbUPw/s400/IMG_5004.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uhmm.. Hello? That is not a phone, Cherai.. It's a flash.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hTkulps3svg/TXjJ4m3kACI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2Eom_fL7cYU/s1600/IMG_5067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hTkulps3svg/TXjJ4m3kACI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2Eom_fL7cYU/s400/IMG_5067.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I shall stop here. Lol. But honestly, I love the shoot.. The lights, the location... it's perfect. If given the chance to learn one thing, it'd be photography and stuffs. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-227117086158910996?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/227117086158910996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=227117086158910996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/227117086158910996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/227117086158910996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/03/zombies-fun-shoot.html' title='ZOMBIES&apos; FUN SHOOT'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5l9ebPmsRvM/TXjED0z0XtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7vzTtNe-IDI/s72-c/IMG_5002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-2801617794739640033</id><published>2011-03-09T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T19:40:35.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superman'/><title type='text'>BRASHESH</title><content type='html'>It's actually Braces (dental braces).. but zombies tend to pronounce it as "BRASHESH", yeah.. just for fun I guess. We'd intentionally pronounce words the wrong way , especially those that comes with an "S". For example, instead of saying YES, it'd be YESH.. We're that silly you know. Well we, zombies, do have a world of our own-- Zombieland as we call it. Yes it's ours, and it will always be ours-- The Spectres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my post isn't about the zombies or the zombieland.. It's about an x-zombie. My superman. Yeah, this afternoon I saw him... now with Dental Braces, and the funny part is... we have the same rubber color (blue). So I called my dentist just this afternoon and immediately made an appointment for my next dental visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. I'm out of line once again.. it should be about him, right? So yeah, I saw him again. This time, it doesn't feel awkward anymore. He brought us to the foodcourt and bought us Cornetto (the five of us). Because he won this certain contest.. What contest? I don't know.. I just don't want to ask further. I'm afraid he'll assume the other way around. I'm moving on.. at least I'm trying to do so. So please, back off. I'm the one whose trying to forget here. Not you. So please, not now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-2801617794739640033?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/2801617794739640033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=2801617794739640033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/2801617794739640033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/2801617794739640033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/03/brashesh.html' title='BRASHESH'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-64901124443498603</id><published>2011-03-07T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T18:35:03.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zombieland'/><title type='text'>MEETING IN A WHILE</title><content type='html'>Zombie mode? Hmmm. Not yet. Wait until this coming weekend, cramming weekend to be specific. Zombies will be out to eat their own brains for they will be thinking a lot.. I mean A LOT. From the concepts, to layout to final editing. Gahh! Can we make it in a week?? Can we be able to survive and surpass this "challenge"? Can we produce on time? Arrrgh. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go now. Meeting time. XD Wish us luck.&lt;br /&gt;Pray for the Zombies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-64901124443498603?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/64901124443498603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=64901124443498603&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/64901124443498603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/64901124443498603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/03/meeting-in-while.html' title='MEETING IN A WHILE'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-7039420262744902955</id><published>2011-03-06T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T23:17:08.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscars'/><title type='text'>ACADEMY AWARDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.org/awards/academyawards/83/images/hero719_winners.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://www.oscars.org/awards/academyawards/83/images/hero719_winners.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Oscar goes to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been hearing that for the past few days during advertisement breaks while watching some silly soap operas. So I decided to watch the replay this night, plus the fact that it was hosted by my Hollywood idol, Anne Hathaway with James Franco. Loved her since her Princess Diaries days. Since then I'm starting to keep track of her movies and some are my favorites like: Ella Enchanted, The Devil Wears Prada, Bride Wars, Valentines Day and Alice in the Wonderland. I wanted to watch her latest movie, Love and Other Drugs... but, as I have said in my other post, I'm broke at the moment. NO CASH. :( So I guess I should wait and I hope it will still be showing in the movies this week.. or else, I'm gonna patronize pirated DVDs once again. XD Okay, Enough about her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elsaelsa.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/anne-hathaway-300x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.elsaelsa.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/anne-hathaway-300x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, as I've mentioned.. I'm currently watching The 83rd Academy Awards through ABS-CBN's Sunday's Best. I'm not a film buff..I just liked few movies and honestly I only love one genre- ROMANCE. Err. I'm afraid I cannot finish this rant anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead. The monster's here.&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh. Look who's talking. Shut up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-7039420262744902955?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/7039420262744902955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=7039420262744902955&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/7039420262744902955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/7039420262744902955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/03/academy-awards.html' title='ACADEMY AWARDS'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-3362939138244915987</id><published>2011-03-05T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T07:22:30.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Job</title><content type='html'>I was thinking of applying for an online job.. because I badly need cash for my summer classes. I cannot rely to my parents' money at all times. I want to do something for myself wherein I can feel my worth. So yeah, is there anyone from you, guys, who could give me a good suggestion for an online job? Even if it's just a part time job.. it would be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I can have extra cash for my self and not ask some money from my parents anymore. :) Please.. Thank you. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-3362939138244915987?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/3362939138244915987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=3362939138244915987&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/3362939138244915987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/3362939138244915987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/03/online-job.html' title='Online Job'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-5956525804830446838</id><published>2011-03-05T07:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T07:08:41.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crushesssss'/><title type='text'>My Childhood Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8HPcsrxXnHE/TXFvsu2D1oI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gMzdcngQQC8/s1600/tumblr_lfm17xrtD91qaiz7oo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8HPcsrxXnHE/TXFvsu2D1oI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gMzdcngQQC8/s320/tumblr_lfm17xrtD91qaiz7oo1_500.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I suddenly remember some stuffs from my childhood.. like the "cute" guys I used to go gaga over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was five, I already have a crush. At that early age I was able to appreciate God's gift to women I guess. XD Anyways, while I was going over the "Most Recent" posts in Facebook. I saw him, and made me wonder.. from guy, to gay, then back to being a guy again? Sounds confusing.. eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked him before because he was cute.. it was during Flores De Mayo when I first got the chance to meet him. They were actually three in the group. Their very own version of the three musketeers. We got along so well.. we were in the same barkada eventually.. then someone told me that he's gay. And it's pretty obvious that's he's a SHE not a HE. Okay, major turn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KkKfhy3wzVk/TXFvtSYA6jI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0EobJpA9EzQ/s1600/tumblr_lei0wgCKaH1qfpbj3o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KkKfhy3wzVk/TXFvtSYA6jI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0EobJpA9EzQ/s320/tumblr_lei0wgCKaH1qfpbj3o1_500_large.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The funny thing is, at the age of five.. I already know that stuffs.. Actually, I'm smiling like a dumb retard at the moment.. while reminiscing my childhood days. All I can say is, I do have one of the best childhood ever. I never regret being a kid, because being one made me embrace the beauty of life. I've been awake since yesterday. I look like a freakin' Zombie. So beware, don't get freaked out. It's just me.. not your brain-eating Zombie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-5956525804830446838?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/5956525804830446838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=5956525804830446838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/5956525804830446838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/5956525804830446838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-childhood-crush.html' title='My Childhood Crush'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8HPcsrxXnHE/TXFvsu2D1oI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gMzdcngQQC8/s72-c/tumblr_lfm17xrtD91qaiz7oo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-361711582516890580</id><published>2011-03-05T03:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T14:16:41.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/b/b1/The-ultimate-gift-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/b/b1/The-ultimate-gift-poster.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/rwXe5eKZr6M/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rwXe5eKZr6M&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rwXe5eKZr6M&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last night, I have no plans of watching any movie until a group of people introduce this certain movie to me.. "The Ultimate Gift" starring Drew Fuller as &lt;i&gt;Jason Stevens&lt;/i&gt;, James Gardner as &lt;i&gt;Red Stevens&lt;/i&gt;, Ali Hillis as &lt;i&gt;Alexia&lt;/i&gt;, and Abigail Breslin as &lt;i&gt;Emily&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story revolved around the happy-go-lucky, rich kid named Jason. When his rich grandfather Howard "Red" Stevens died, he thought he could inherit a piece of the old man's multi-billion business.. but it came with some conditions. In order to get his share of the inheritance, he must complete 12 separate challenges within 12 months, at the end of each challenge awaits a gift.. and at the end of the 12 challenges, lies the Ultimate Gift that was promised to him through his grandfather's will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The 12 Ultimate Gifts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gift of Work&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He was sent to Texas for his first challenge. He worked in a ranch. At first, he was not used to the life in the ranch.. but as days passed by, he finally embraced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Appreciation and Satisfaction come from earning something.. Leisure is only enjoyable when you earn it."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gift of Money&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;After working in Texas, everything he values was taken away from him- luxury apartment, car and MONEY. His girlfriend, Caitlin dumped him after his credit card was rejected at a fancy restaurant and asked her to pay the bills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days after, he finally received his first pay check worth 1500 dollars. He thought that was it.. Mr. Hamilton asked him how he's gonna make use of the money.. but when he discovered Emily's condition and Alixia hasn't paid her daughter's hospital bills that's worth 1600 dollars, he gave the money to the inspector who's been spying him and asked him to pay the bills. But the inspector said, he is a hundred dollar short... so in order for him to come up with the total of 1600, he began to find ways just to have the 100 dollars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Money is simply a tool.. not a goal"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gift&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;of Friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;While strolling in the park, he met Emily and Alixia. He asked them if they can be his friend.. and if they are willing to go with him to the firm just to confirm the FRIENDSHIP. But after that, he left them.. So Emily and Alixia was disappointed and they thought that Jason is just one self-centered guy and not anyone they want to have as a friend. But later on, Jason discovered by accident that Emily is suffering from leukemia, and sees her as a chance to bond with someone and later on develops a good relationship with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"True wealth is measured by one's friendship."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gift of Learning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the video of his grandfather he asked him, "Do you truly know how to learn?" Then he was sent to Ecuador at the Steven's Library. He discovers that the books in the library are so old that the people in that village are waiting for new books which will be delivered by him, supposedly. So he fixed the books, brought new books and finally learned about the truth behind his father's death. He went to the place where his father died even though he was warned that no one gets out of that place alive. They were held as hostages of the rebels residing there and was set to be killed the day after Christmas. But during Christmas, the rebels were drunk after celebrating the holiday and that became the opportunity for him to run away from those rebels and finally returned to America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"We learn through life's trials, we grow through pain."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gift of&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Problems&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Losing everything is the perfect place to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Life's problems teach us how to use good judgment, which in turn teaches us how to avoid life's problems."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gift of Family&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emily and Alixia later on became his family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Every family, no matter how dysfunctional, has value."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gift of Laughter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;During the gathering of the villagers in Ecuador to honor his presence, he was given the chance to enjoy with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Laughter is the soul's medicine."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gift of Dreams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;For Emily's Christmas, he brought them to the Texas. While Emily was looking up to the sky, he watched the video of his grandfather, he told him &lt;i&gt;"Jason, you need to be free... free to dream. You need to come up on a dream and act on it. "&lt;/i&gt; He then approached Emily and asked her her dreams. She wants a perfect dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Faith can make our dreams realities."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gift of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Giving&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Jason learned about Emily's condition by accident, he volunteers to pay the bills through his first pay check (for working in the ranch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"We gain most when we give ourselves in service to others."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gift of Gratitude&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He finally learned how to thank people who has helped him.. in any ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Gratitude comes from recognizing what we have, not on dwelling on the things we lack."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gift of A Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life is very unpredictable.. Like Emily, she makes the most out of the remaining days she has. She wanted the people she loves love each other too. She cherished every moment she spent with her loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Living in the present and taking time for the people we cherish is the formula for a perfect day."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gift of Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jason finally found the sense of forgiveness within his heart.. he finally forgives his grandfather... he fell in love with Alixia and for Emily's memories, he built a hospital named after her, "Emily's Home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Love is the greatest treasure, we gain it by giving it away."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;i&gt;which finally led to...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE ULTIMATE GIFT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;after fulfilling all the 12 challenges, he was given a hundred million dollar cheque which he decided to use for building "Emily's Home"... he never thought that it was just the partial amount of his inheritance. Later on, Mr. Hamilton finally gave him the ultimate gift that was placed in a box.. a will that states giving him $2 000 000 000 rewarding Jason not only for completing his tasks but exceeding his grandfather's expectations and using everything he gained to give to the unfortunate ones. That night, he was sitting on a bench in the park and Alixia joins him.. He thanks her for the help they have given him. They then kissed and a butterfly, representing Emily, is shown flying around them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;The End.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS &lt;i&gt;If you want to watch the movie, I can give you the link of the part one.. and search for the rest of the clips.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/y0ELSUvEVcE/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y0ELSUvEVcE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y0ELSUvEVcE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-361711582516890580?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/361711582516890580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=361711582516890580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/361711582516890580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/361711582516890580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/03/ultimate-gift.html' title='The Ultimate Gift'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-7772228493269223802</id><published>2011-03-02T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T00:03:58.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zombieland'/><title type='text'>2 WEEKS</title><content type='html'>Two weeks.. that's all we have. It's either we'll make it or break it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks notice from Zombie Land. Can we make it? YES.. I'm positive.. we can make it through. The zombies can surpass this challenge.. and finally we can be able to give those mortals what they wanted- The March 2011 Magazine issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, the PhotoZombies will be shooting for the cover. I hope it will turn out just right. So we can decide on the right tone for our mag.. this is it, a challenge for the LayoutZombies. We're on our own now.. so we must double our time. Time check: 12:17AM, ooops, I'm out of zombieland.. so that makes me a normal human at the moment.. so I guess, I must sleep now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2sMJp0TyYQo/TW0YmgQgmxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_BtrAMBjJxM/s1600/plants-vs-zombie-papercraft-002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2sMJp0TyYQo/TW0YmgQgmxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_BtrAMBjJxM/s200/plants-vs-zombie-papercraft-002.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good luck Zombies.&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/4234654862597174833-7772228493269223802?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/7772228493269223802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=7772228493269223802&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/7772228493269223802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/7772228493269223802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/03/2-weeks.html' title='2 WEEKS'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2sMJp0TyYQo/TW0YmgQgmxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_BtrAMBjJxM/s72-c/plants-vs-zombie-papercraft-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-1848532938095782417</id><published>2011-02-27T01:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T01:20:52.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Layouting'/><title type='text'>A Crash Course in Layouting</title><content type='html'>Though I am not a pro into this stuffs.. I'd like to share to you my knowledge about layout &lt;i&gt;chuvaness&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider 10 things in layouting (magazine, newspaper and other stuffs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Color Scheme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Balance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Organization&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Theme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Emphasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Readability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Uniformity and Consistency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Attention-grabber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Originality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;b&gt;Content&lt;/b&gt;- before doing the actual layouting stuff, you should first have a overview of your content and conceptualize everything.. I mean everything, from top to bottom, left to right and consider the materials to be used when printing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Color Scheme&lt;/b&gt;- of course, you are allowed to play with colors.. it's your layout anyway. But you should consider the coordination of colors so it will look pleasing to the eyes of your readers. Try looking for online color schemes or perhaps buy a book about that.. it's helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Balance&lt;/b&gt;- most layouts contains text and pictures.. do not just paste and paste your "vainest" picture in your layout. You should weigh in your eyes if there's too much picture in the left or in the right.. it should be equal. Make sure it won't look heavy in one side and plain on the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Organization&lt;/b&gt;- this is very important! Your contents (pictures, text, etc) should be well-organized so you won't be confusing your readers. If there is a photo on a certain article, place it near the article and always put captions to avoid confusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Theme&lt;/b&gt;- consider the theme of your layout.. especially in magazines. Do not make your own and make a layout that's way too far from your theme or concept. You'll ruin the outcome. (Ex. Never make a layout about HIV Virus when you're talking about SARS.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emphasis&lt;/b&gt;- this too is very important. You should determine your focal point.. Pin-point what the whole layout is all about. Every reader should co-relate the layout and the article.. In short, the layout and the contents must go together. Ask yourself: "What are you trying to emphasize in this layout?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Readablity&lt;/b&gt;- of course! You're making this layout for your readers. Use a type face (font) that's readable enough, make the size big enough for them to read. Consider your readers' age bracket. Ex: If you think you're making a layout for the oldies, then make the font bigger.. vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uniformity &amp;amp; Consistency&lt;/b&gt;- Still in type face stuff.. it should be consistent. If you've used TNR (Times New Roman) in your body, use it in others too.. so it'll be all uniform. The simpler the better. It must look neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Attention-Grabber&lt;/b&gt;- here's a question: if you're a reader of a certain magazine or newspaper.. where do you focus your attention first? In the layout or the article? Your layout should attract the reader's attention.. so you're article will look more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crappy layout + Very good article= Readers won't read it instantly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good layout + Crappy Article= Readers will consider reading it first.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good layoaut + Very good article= No doubt, your readers will surely love it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;and lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Originality&lt;/b&gt;- this is very important for a layout artist.. you should have originality. You're an artist.. you have lots of ideas in mind. DO NOT COPY OTHER'S WORKS. Try to produce your own idea.. there's nothing wrong in using other's work as a reference.. but making an ACTUAL CARBON COPY OF THEIR LAYOUTS is far from referring on other's ideas anymore. It's PLAGIARISM. Be careful, you might be sent to jail for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it.. My little knowledge about layouting. I hope it has helped you in your layouting jobs. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-1848532938095782417?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/1848532938095782417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=1848532938095782417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/1848532938095782417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/1848532938095782417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/crash-course-in-layouting.html' title='A Crash Course in Layouting'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-7479814112632164035</id><published>2011-02-25T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T20:46:21.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>See? It's Easy to Fake A Smile =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Never be deceived by someone's smile.. "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night, something terrible happened. Terrible in a way that it made me burst out into tears. I hate them.. at the moment, they're the last person I'll be with. While having dinner, my aunt reminded me about my frequent overnight stays here in the office (Helloo!! I've been doing this since July.. you're not here most of the time that's why you're not used to it!). I just remained silent throughout the dinner.. I just don't want to utter any words as possible. I was just too hurt to speak.. I hated them.. I hate them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought they will be the first one to understand that art is my passion.. I love what I'm doing, and being a part of this publication made me seen my worth. They have no idea how much I'm willing to go through just to stay in this pub.. and then what? They'll ask me to quit because they just wanted to? Get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered.. why am I doing this.. not for myself, but I am doing this for them. This is the only way I know to make them feel proud of me.. I wanted them to see my real talent, my passion for art. Hey beloved family, in case you don't know.. I LOVE ART, and you've got nothing to do with it.. deal with it. I'm an artist.. maybe, just maybe I got this from my biological father. Well thanks to him, at least I know how to appreciate myself and my capabilities. While you were so busy killing me emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you happy now? Wait.. don't rejoice yet. Because for the first time in our family's history, I will be your worst blacksheep. I won't just nod and say yes to whatever you want.. I have a mind of my own. Maybe you're right, I'm like my biological father.. I'm a Pampangueña.. just like Ronnie De Vera Sanchez. Meet your worst niece, Judy Rose Lauron Sayson &lt;b&gt;Sanchez&lt;/b&gt;. (I should've carried my biological dad's name.. it sounds cool.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow, when I wake up.. you'll be just a dream.. a very very ugly dream. Because I don't want to completely hate you, and I don't want to hate my existence either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-7479814112632164035?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/7479814112632164035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=7479814112632164035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/7479814112632164035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/7479814112632164035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/see-its-easy-to-fake-smile.html' title='See? It&apos;s Easy to Fake A Smile =)'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-5165600642837805632</id><published>2011-02-25T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T12:57:25.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vector Crap'/><title type='text'>Crappy Artwork Number Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U-Srv5bSi6U/TWc2YgOfRJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/pQXPUitZTM0/s1600/lalakeee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U-Srv5bSi6U/TWc2YgOfRJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/pQXPUitZTM0/s400/lalakeee.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Music is Everything"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another masterpiece. February 25, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-5165600642837805632?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/5165600642837805632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=5165600642837805632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/5165600642837805632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/5165600642837805632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/crappy-artwork-number-three.html' title='Crappy Artwork Number Three'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U-Srv5bSi6U/TWc2YgOfRJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/pQXPUitZTM0/s72-c/lalakeee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-3637878903428395044</id><published>2011-02-25T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T10:59:11.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoshop'/><title type='text'>Simple Photo Editing</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X_Kwm9S0ZH0/TWcaiCk-M-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Mk98q0uXuDA/s1600/cheerity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X_Kwm9S0ZH0/TWcaiCk-M-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Mk98q0uXuDA/s400/cheerity.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Cheerity"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My latest work.. requested by my friend, Manang Cherai.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Model: &lt;b&gt;Cheery Mae Degabi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-3637878903428395044?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/3637878903428395044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=3637878903428395044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/3637878903428395044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/3637878903428395044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/simple-photo-editing.html' title='Simple Photo Editing'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X_Kwm9S0ZH0/TWcaiCk-M-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Mk98q0uXuDA/s72-c/cheerity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-4222522824174792506</id><published>2011-02-25T04:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T04:53:31.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's It.. I've Done The Same Mistake TWICE!</title><content type='html'>Okay that was it. Been stupid for the second time. I believe I just made the most stupid decision in my life. I should've had more self control.. I should have not clicked that damn chat box. I should be sleeping right now instead of getting hurt for the second time.. but yeah, I guess I haven't learned much from my past experience.. I'm too dumb to not notice. The signs are too obvious.. it's well-presented on my face. Yes Judy, you're dumb.. you're stupid. You shouldn't have made that move.. you should've lived with your conclusions.. that way, you can think of stuffs the way you wanted it to be.. But you're too hard headed, you won't even listen to your own instincts.. instead of closing this laptop, you insisted to click on that chat box.. so what did you get? A slap on the other side of your face.. now it's even. The other day, a slap on the left.. now on the right. Don't wait for him to give you a huge punch on your face for being so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on.. you gotta love yourself a little more.. Think of what might happen before jumping into another decision.. so you won't give yourself a hard time. Think twice before making stupid decisions in life. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh1r6orw8l1qzf0d9o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh1r6orw8l1qzf0d9o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Playing: &lt;i&gt;Hate That I Love You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-4222522824174792506?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/4222522824174792506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=4222522824174792506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4222522824174792506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4222522824174792506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/thats-it-ive-done-same-mistake-twice.html' title='That&apos;s It.. I&apos;ve Done The Same Mistake TWICE!'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-2205369756670640717</id><published>2011-02-25T03:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T03:43:48.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Can I Have Him?</title><content type='html'>Please? Yes, I'm scrounging.&lt;br /&gt;He's the main reason why my heart's recuperating.&lt;br /&gt;You know that it has been crushed into pieces&lt;br /&gt;Now, through him I'm putting it back to its places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His smile, his laughters, his mind-cracking lines&lt;br /&gt;His facade, his presence are the obvious signs.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to open my heart again&lt;br /&gt;To someone who can be there with me 'til the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's no guarantee&lt;br /&gt;That in the end, it'll be him and me.&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I ask thee..&lt;br /&gt;Can I have him, for free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a poem made at around 3:38 AM. argh. I can't sleep. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds like a piece of junk.. but honestly, that's what I'm feeling right now. I wanted to be with someone I like.. but it's too impossible knowing another party would be there to hinder me. Deep in my heart, I have a silent wish.. that even just for a day we'll be just like this. No other party, just you and me.. we'll live a day with full of memories for me to cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only that's possible. &lt;i&gt;Sigh. &lt;/i&gt;Please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-2205369756670640717?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/2205369756670640717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=2205369756670640717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/2205369756670640717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/2205369756670640717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/can-i-have-him.html' title='Can I Have Him?'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-1764839816308510937</id><published>2011-02-24T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T20:24:19.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vector Crap'/><title type='text'>In Addition to My Crappy Artworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UY9WOD1floM/TWZNsMWOd0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/ALTd8MCA-tg/s1600/Babayi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UY9WOD1floM/TWZNsMWOd0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/ALTd8MCA-tg/s400/Babayi.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thiss gurl. :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Crappy Artwork as of February 24, 2011. There'll be mooore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-1764839816308510937?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/1764839816308510937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=1764839816308510937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/1764839816308510937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/1764839816308510937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-addition-to-my-crappy-artworks.html' title='In Addition to My Crappy Artworks'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UY9WOD1floM/TWZNsMWOd0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/ALTd8MCA-tg/s72-c/Babayi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-7150524963979374823</id><published>2011-02-23T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T00:02:39.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vector Crap'/><title type='text'>A Touch of Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Lp2Wejun9I/TWUR2GZtcfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JypRxM3A01U/s1600/175890_10150096792352798_545622797_6614797_4554560_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Lp2Wejun9I/TWUR2GZtcfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JypRxM3A01U/s400/175890_10150096792352798_545622797_6614797_4554560_o.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My latest artwork. Used photoshop for this stuff.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;While back reading at my tumblr dashboard this afternoon, I saw a poster that's somewhat similar to this. So I decided to make one for myself. Though it's not that cool as the ones I saw because I made it for just like ten to fifteen minutes. Anyways, I'm happy with the outcome.. so I'll be making tons of this stuff soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by soon I mean now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DFt4KHoLmXY/TWUvHjmqriI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uL9lbHA3Jzs/s1600/Pink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DFt4KHoLmXY/TWUvHjmqriI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uL9lbHA3Jzs/s400/Pink.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now it's pink.. this one too, is Photoshopped by meeh.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I will learn how to vector images.. project for the month. I love art, I simply do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-7150524963979374823?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/7150524963979374823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=7150524963979374823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/7150524963979374823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/7150524963979374823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/touch-of-art.html' title='A Touch of Art'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Lp2Wejun9I/TWUR2GZtcfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JypRxM3A01U/s72-c/175890_10150096792352798_545622797_6614797_4554560_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-5376290930024153613</id><published>2011-02-22T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:31:41.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I Guess that's Goodbye..</title><content type='html'>or was that Get Lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have made that move in the first place. All I wanted was to have a decent conversation with him [superman].. but yeah, it didn't turn out right, or am I jumping into conclusions once again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I know I don't have a place in your heart. For once, I'll take that as a big slap on my face. Now I'm wide awake.. I've realized that this is leading to nowhere. This love or whatever it is.. is pointless. It's one-sided, I know that from the very start. But can I at least save the friendship? Because you've been one of my very good friends so far. You're a person with great personality. I really hope we'll be good friends after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise, I'll get over you. It's now or never.. Goodbye Superman. I'm looking forward to the day where I can say, &lt;i&gt;I love&lt;b&gt;d&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;you&lt;/i&gt;. Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-5376290930024153613?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/5376290930024153613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=5376290930024153613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/5376290930024153613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/5376290930024153613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-i-guess-thats-goodbye.html' title='So I Guess that&apos;s Goodbye..'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-2745306316816820387</id><published>2011-02-22T23:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:18:31.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Libya'/><title type='text'>The World at its Worst</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This afternoon, I was bothered with the news I've read from my Tumblr dash. The current situation in Libya made me think of some stuffs. Why is this happening to the Libya right now? Not just Libya.. but also other countries.. If you're still unaware of the current happenings around the world, allow me to give you a hint:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWU8ZIrFRVg/TWPSdClnW2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/txJY32hHWYs/s1600/184794_10150096032082798_545622797_6606205_3671639_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWU8ZIrFRVg/TWPSdClnW2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/txJY32hHWYs/s400/184794_10150096032082798_545622797_6606205_3671639_n.jpg" width="329" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul style="list-style-type: square; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 25px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;There’s a&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;massacre&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;going on in&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Libya&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;right now. They’re tricking, then shooting protesters and raping women. Pray for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul style="list-style-type: square; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 25px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Today a 6.3&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;earthquake&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;hit Christchurch, New Zealand. Lives have been lost and the damage is extensive.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px; list-style-type: square; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 25px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;More than 80&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;killings&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;in Ciudad Juarez -&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Mexico&lt;/strong&gt;, over 3 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px; list-style-type: square; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 25px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bahrain&lt;/strong&gt;’s army deliberately kills peaceful protesters&amp;nbsp;(thanks to juansie.tumblr for informing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px; list-style-type: square; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 25px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Egypt&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Tunisia&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;have both set up field hospitals on their Libyan borders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? The world is not in a peaceful situation right now.. or should I say, it had never been into a peaceful situation at all. Is the world coming to an end? What are we gonna do in order to stop this things from happening? We need action not from the government or from those who have higher positions in the society.. we need to act as a concerned human being. &lt;b&gt;Let's pray for these countries.. let's pray for a better world. God hears our heart's desires. Let's have faith in Him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfhis6oOJ01qauweoo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfhis6oOJ01qauweoo1_500.gif" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's heal the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You maybe laughing at me while reading this.. but this is reality. Face it.. do your part instead of laughing your ass off. ~ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/4234654862597174833-2745306316816820387?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/2745306316816820387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=2745306316816820387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/2745306316816820387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/2745306316816820387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-afternoon-i-was-bothered-with-news.html' title='The World at its Worst'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWU8ZIrFRVg/TWPSdClnW2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/txJY32hHWYs/s72-c/184794_10150096032082798_545622797_6606205_3671639_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-379359432762076638</id><published>2011-02-22T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T10:34:31.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>When You Came Along</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #888888; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;I was alone, I thought I was no one&lt;br /&gt;You came along, those thoughts were gone&lt;br /&gt;You made me smile, you made me laugh&lt;br /&gt;You kiss away all the stress when my day is tough&lt;br /&gt;You looked at me, I looked at you&lt;br /&gt;Then that’s the time you told me, “&lt;em&gt;I Love You&lt;/em&gt;”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #888888; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #888888; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;I was speechless, I didn’t know how I’d react&lt;br /&gt;This feeling’s new, I was struck&lt;br /&gt;You said you’ll wait, but no need to&lt;br /&gt;Co’z I’m pretty sure, I Love You too&lt;br /&gt;It’s kinda weird, I’m not alone anymore&lt;br /&gt;It’s far from how I envisioned myself before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #888888; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #888888; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;And now, it’s you and I&lt;br /&gt;Together we’ll fight&lt;br /&gt;Let’s make this work, I now it’s quite hard&lt;br /&gt;But there’s the two of us, nothing can break us apart&lt;br /&gt;Not until one of us gives up&lt;br /&gt;Not until one tells the other to stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #888888; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #888888; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/b&gt;This is an original poem by Judy Rose Sayson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-379359432762076638?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/379359432762076638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=379359432762076638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/379359432762076638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/379359432762076638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-you-came-along.html' title='When You Came Along'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-2096351004410285193</id><published>2011-02-22T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T10:32:00.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>For the Man Who Once Had My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #888888; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;I remember someone told me years ago&lt;br /&gt;That you’re a man who cares a lot about your ego&lt;br /&gt;You were never concerned at what others might feel&lt;br /&gt;As long as it satisfies you, you date lie you’ll kill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #888888; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #888888; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;But behind that egoistic smile,&lt;br /&gt;Is the man who makes life so much worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;They never bother to see the real side of you&lt;br /&gt;They’ve never seen you cry when you’re feeling down and blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #888888; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #888888; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;You’re a man with a battered heart&lt;br /&gt;People you love manage to tear it apart&lt;br /&gt;Now, you’re crying in my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;You feel alone, you feel you’re getting older&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #888888; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #888888; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;Then one day, you decided to stop&lt;br /&gt;You aimed to make it to the top&lt;br /&gt;You stopped breaking hearts&lt;br /&gt;You fixed your own to make a brand new start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #888888; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #888888; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;I’m ready to love again&lt;/em&gt;”, you told me once&lt;br /&gt;Then something bothered me when you gave me that glance&lt;br /&gt;At first I felt uneasy&lt;br /&gt;But it was all gone by the time you kissed me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #888888; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #888888; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;This feeling’s new,&lt;br /&gt;and so are you.&lt;br /&gt;You asked me if I Love You,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #888888; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/b&gt;This is an original poem by Judy Rose Sayson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-2096351004410285193?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/2096351004410285193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=2096351004410285193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/2096351004410285193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/2096351004410285193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/for-man-who-once-had-my-heart.html' title='For the Man Who Once Had My Heart'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-5815577597981552957</id><published>2011-02-22T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T16:14:21.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bucket List'/><title type='text'>My Bucket List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1iI9ea2944M/TWKH7QPJTNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rfAsBN7dNEo/s1600/bucketlistrev00.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1iI9ea2944M/TWKH7QPJTNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rfAsBN7dNEo/s400/bucketlistrev00.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We all have desires in life that we wish to accomplish in the future.. I'm no different to those others who wanted to do something memorable for the rest of my life.. here are some:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Try Risky Adventures/ Extreme Sports&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;-for years I've been telling my bestfriend that I will try to indulge myself in this kind of sports. Like, bungee jumping, sky diving, kayaking and many more.. because of one thing: Adventure. I wanted to try these stuffs in order for me to conquer my fear and anxieties. Well, there's no harm in trying right? As long as it's safe. :)&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Help a Super Dooper Complete Stranger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm actually inspired by the movie, The Bucket List.. second to his list, he wanted to help a complete stranger.. and so do I. I wanted to help them in any way I could if they are deserving enough. I don't want to be recognized as the "girl who has a soft heart" but instead, I wanted to share what I have to those who are less fortunate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;See the World&lt;/b&gt;-Paris and Greece are my ultimate dream destination..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ckDYnNaJO8k/TWKKfzwDc1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/L3XA88umv6s/s1600/paris05day7017small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ckDYnNaJO8k/TWKKfzwDc1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/L3XA88umv6s/s320/paris05day7017small.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This! This is the reason why I wanted to go to Paris. The Eiffel Tower. You may have heard it a thousand times from other people.. but for me, this one's the most romantic place. I would love to go here with someone special, and with my bestfriend. I wanted to see the wonderful scenery of Paris during the day and the night. &lt;i&gt;Paris, je t'aime.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--64k5UAP0Cw/TWKL5lmMEbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IT2cv72giqc/s1600/Athens--Greece-ancient-history-585525_1278_958.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--64k5UAP0Cw/TWKL5lmMEbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IT2cv72giqc/s320/Athens--Greece-ancient-history-585525_1278_958.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Blame the gods and goddesses for making this place so wonderful. I was caught by this place while watching the movie, My Life in Ruins. Heaven in Greece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jhvAppvjXys/TWKM-Nkpd7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/8Ayot-EmfUk/s1600/01GRE-09-05-Fira%252CSantorini+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="display: inline !important; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jhvAppvjXys/TWKM-Nkpd7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/8Ayot-EmfUk/s320/01GRE-09-05-Fira%252CSantorini+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LEGO BLOCKS brought to Real Life!! I like this place!! So much.. from the movie, For the First Time and Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants.. This place is soooo beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get drunk and Wasted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I know it may sound crazy and wild.. but hey, it's my life. I wanted to see myself so wasted that I couldn't even stand and go home.. BUT as long as I'm with my most TRUSTED friends. I'm not going to risk my precious life being with low-life jerks. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marry the Guy I'm Willing to Spend the Rest of My Life With&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-For now, he remains a Mystery.. but I'm positive that one day, God will make a way for both of us..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~Thasss all folks. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-5815577597981552957?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/5815577597981552957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=5815577597981552957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/5815577597981552957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/5815577597981552957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-bucket-list.html' title='My Bucket List'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1iI9ea2944M/TWKH7QPJTNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rfAsBN7dNEo/s72-c/bucketlistrev00.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-6971862404125819650</id><published>2011-02-21T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T10:20:26.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Safest Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Co2aPc3pe5I/TWHJxh_25jI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Dy-PHQXtQV8/s1600/tumblr_lbr06c7Jso1qds9cyo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Co2aPc3pe5I/TWHJxh_25jI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Dy-PHQXtQV8/s320/tumblr_lbr06c7Jso1qds9cyo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;The Namsan Tower "Locks of Love" located in South Korea was said to be the "Safest Wall".. Young couples show their love for each other by locking a pair of padlocks to the fence, and throwing the keys over the edge. By doing this, they are showing their undying commitment towards each other. Sounds sweet, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;To tell you honestly, if ever I find the man whom I think is the right one for me, I really want us to go there and do the same stuff.. Though it may sound cheesy and corny, but I think it's quite romantic. Have I ever mentioned that before? That I am a hopeless romantic.. so yeah, no wonder.. I'm hopeless. Haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Mr. Whoever You Are, I'll be waiting for You.. I hope to see you soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-6971862404125819650?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/6971862404125819650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=6971862404125819650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/6971862404125819650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/6971862404125819650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/safest-wall.html' title='The Safest Wall'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Co2aPc3pe5I/TWHJxh_25jI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Dy-PHQXtQV8/s72-c/tumblr_lbr06c7Jso1qds9cyo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-2908562037699972021</id><published>2011-02-20T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T23:08:30.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Nagging Voice</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been nagged by someone and all you can do is sit in one corner.. listen to her endless rants and curse her silently in your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh cool, at least I'm not alone. Just now, I wanted to run away from home, again. What's the use of living in a big house when at all times, a monster's presence won't quit nagging you? Her dagger-like eyes and her sword-bearing mouth are my worst nightmares each and everyday of my existence. She never failed to irritate the hell out of me. That's why, if given a chance to not go home, I usually would grab it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her ill-attitude wrecked my own understanding of the word, "Home". Every time I go home, I don't feel the welcoming vibes, instead it's the hateful feeling I have for her... kept for years now. Honestly, I don't want to hate her because somehow, we share the same blood and the same name. But she had pushed me to my limits.. and I'm pissed, sick and so tired of it. I want space, I wanted to get away from here.. and live in a place where she does not exist. She is nothing but a&amp;nbsp;nuisance.. a thorn in my chest. I'd rather not see her than live with her and hate her even more.. because the last thing I wanted to happen is that one day, my respect for her will be gone and be replaced by hate and anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QNeDzow54jw/TWEtYmEiv6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/gtdCxZQ98bE/s1600/noise+nuisance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QNeDzow54jw/TWEtYmEiv6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/gtdCxZQ98bE/s1600/noise+nuisance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;AAAHHH!! Quit nagging me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;You were once my favorite aunt.. but now, I don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-2908562037699972021?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/2908562037699972021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=2908562037699972021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/2908562037699972021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/2908562037699972021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/that-nagging-voice.html' title='That Nagging Voice'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QNeDzow54jw/TWEtYmEiv6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/gtdCxZQ98bE/s72-c/noise+nuisance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-4649444201968135079</id><published>2011-02-20T03:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T03:58:37.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WSS'/><title type='text'>WSS [Wrong Spelling Syndrome]</title><content type='html'>Silly Words by some of the Spectres:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shuckie- a chocolate milk drink (chuckie).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seesion- typo error for session.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Palstar- "plastar" (ilonggo term for placement)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Courtisy- "courtesy"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;After suffering from those eardrums-cracking LSS.. here comes the mind-breaking WSS.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS Perhaps we should enroll ourselves into special spelling class. BD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-4649444201968135079?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/4649444201968135079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=4649444201968135079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4649444201968135079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4649444201968135079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/wss-wrong-spelling-syndrome.html' title='WSS [Wrong Spelling Syndrome]'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-2355250949305600699</id><published>2011-02-20T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T03:49:09.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFF'/><title type='text'>MY BESTFRIEND who cooks very yummy fried rice ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HDd-RY41XWQ/TWAc4QwHDkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zAycKl7PwFc/s1600/181501_10150090651767798_545622797_6547526_7325748_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HDd-RY41XWQ/TWAc4QwHDkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zAycKl7PwFc/s320/181501_10150090651767798_545622797_6547526_7325748_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just noticed that I haven't introduced my bestfriend to you yet. Well I guess now's the perfect time for you to get to know her. We've been friends since we were in Junior High School- it's almost 3 years now. Her name is &lt;b&gt;Irene Severino&lt;/b&gt;. Get it? I-R-E-N-E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually I'm at her house as of the moment. Time check: 4AM. Yess, the Zombie bestfriends are still awake and very much ready to eat your time.. not your brainss. ewe.. we're not friggin' cannibals. We're the type of Zombies that obviously has taste. LOLWTF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, Irene is someone who you can laugh and cry with.. even at the most crazy moment of your life. She'll be there to act crazy just so you won't feel alone. ZOMG. Before I forget, she's a one hell KPOP Fan Girl.. one thing that I'm not. I guess, opposites do really attract. Well I'm pretty, shes FUGGGLYY. LOLJK. :) We're both pretty in our own ways okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enough of this endless rant. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-2355250949305600699?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/2355250949305600699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=2355250949305600699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/2355250949305600699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/2355250949305600699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-bestfriend-who-cooks-very-yummy.html' title='MY BESTFRIEND who cooks very yummy fried rice ^_^'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HDd-RY41XWQ/TWAc4QwHDkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zAycKl7PwFc/s72-c/181501_10150090651767798_545622797_6547526_7325748_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-8388986712624570912</id><published>2011-02-20T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T01:39:33.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Little Thing Called Love aka First Love'/><title type='text'>CRAZY LITTLE THING CALLED LOVE aka FIRST LOVE</title><content type='html'>A Thai Movie starring &lt;b&gt;Mario Maurer&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;as P'Shone&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Baifern&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;as P'Nam.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I was quite caught by Asian dramas and movies (Korean, Taiwanese and Thai as of the moment). And oh yeah, I'm no different to those girls who go gaga over this cute and handsome Thai actor, Mario Maurer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6tFXySQoHGc/TV_1yu_F2PI/AAAAAAAAADs/onBSIPIfTzA/s1600/P%2527Nam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6tFXySQoHGc/TV_1yu_F2PI/AAAAAAAAADs/onBSIPIfTzA/s1600/P%2527Nam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First Love Movie Poster&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Weeks ago, my best friend kept on telling me to watch this movie because this actually made her cry.. so I was just like, okay.. next time. Because I hate waiting for the friggin' vids to buffer.But opportunity knocked on my door, when a fellow spectre told me that she downloaded the whole movie. So I was like, Okay, let's watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;They actually started out looking like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-doZhK7V8R4M/TV_34I-xbJI/AAAAAAAAADw/qPcZ685Pkyw/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-doZhK7V8R4M/TV_34I-xbJI/AAAAAAAAADw/qPcZ685Pkyw/s320/2.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;P'Shone and P'Nam during 1st Year in HS&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Highschool romance that most of us teenagers can relate with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P'Shone and P'Nam attended the same high school. P'Nam has been in love with P'Shone since their first year in high school.&amp;nbsp;Then later on, P'Nam decided to change for the love of her life. She started changing her looks.. i mean improved her physical appearance. &lt;i&gt;"Ugly duckling no more." &lt;/i&gt;Then she joined the drama club when she saw P'Shone was also a part of the club. Imagine how P'Nam looks like after she blooms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xWnvdaPsW28/TV_6tXuN6rI/AAAAAAAAAD0/oUn6JvFpfGg/s1600/p%2527nam2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xWnvdaPsW28/TV_6tXuN6rI/AAAAAAAAAD0/oUn6JvFpfGg/s320/p%2527nam2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;P'Nam Before &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; P'Nam After&lt;br /&gt;From this dark-skinned girl to this pretty young lady!&lt;br /&gt;What a transformation!! :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did all this just for P'Shone!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then comes the sad part:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bGbIO5jPpu8/TV_7o9k3fYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/dWw7AIu8bKo/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bGbIO5jPpu8/TV_7o9k3fYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/dWw7AIu8bKo/s640/1.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Heartbreaking Scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was during Senior Highschool when Nam finally decided to tell Shone what she really felt. It was days before Senior Year ends when she finally got the courage to face the man she love. But like other stories, it isn't the right timing. Because, Shone was already committed to P'Pin. This is the scene when Nam finally realizes that everything was too late for both of them. &amp;lt;/3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And every typical love story deserves a happy ending:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9rxMd2x0aNU/TV_85Hs00NI/AAAAAAAAAD8/j6Zs6wewWsI/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9rxMd2x0aNU/TV_85Hs00NI/AAAAAAAAAD8/j6Zs6wewWsI/s400/11.jpg" width="328" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;P'Nam and P'Shone after 9 years&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Nine years after, P'Nam came back from the US. She is now a famous Fashion designer in New York while P'Shone is a professional photographer. They once again saw each other in the talk show which brought so much memories to both of them.. and eventually led into a happily ever after sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish for a part 2.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-8388986712624570912?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/8388986712624570912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=8388986712624570912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/8388986712624570912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/8388986712624570912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/crazy-little-thing-called-love-aka.html' title='CRAZY LITTLE THING CALLED LOVE aka FIRST LOVE'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6tFXySQoHGc/TV_1yu_F2PI/AAAAAAAAADs/onBSIPIfTzA/s72-c/P%2527Nam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-6659827972514155849</id><published>2011-02-20T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T01:45:41.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><title type='text'>TIME FOR CHANGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XiJ5utz8XaI/TV_n7AMtLBI/AAAAAAAAADo/ni14pO3MlMc/s1600/175046_200919119921276_100000095673877_774871_4595011_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XiJ5utz8XaI/TV_n7AMtLBI/AAAAAAAAADo/ni14pO3MlMc/s320/175046_200919119921276_100000095673877_774871_4595011_o.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me with my friend and co-spectre, Katrina&lt;br /&gt;during the Fellowship Night.&lt;br /&gt;I actually made this photo as my&lt;br /&gt;profile picture in Facebook.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;CHANGES- these are some of the things that we should embrace in life. Whether we like it or not, we need to Change (for the better) in order for us to experience much more adventures in life. We change because there is a need for us to grow up. We change because something happened that is not worth remembering and in order for you to totally forget about that stuff, we "edit" the usual and "revise" it. We change because we need to.. for if we don't, we'll end up sulking at one corner regretting the things that we should have done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been trying to deal with this word. After bitters' day, the word Change has actually brought so much impact into my daily life. Now, I need to deal with this strange feeling I have [the one that involves my Mr. DreamBoy].. then, I have to start living life without the usual sight of him [superman]. I admit that I'll miss him.. in fact, I already miss him right now. But the people in the higher hierarchy has already made their final say: kick him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just now that everything sinked in within my system. Now, I can feel much more emptiness at the same time fondness (weird, eh? IKR?). I know, I sound stupid at the moment. But that's how I actually feel right now. I miss him.. at the same time, I'm starting to like someone better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is it really possible for a person to like two other people at the same time?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In order for you to move on, you need to Change some things in your life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-6659827972514155849?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/6659827972514155849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=6659827972514155849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/6659827972514155849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/6659827972514155849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/time-for-change.html' title='TIME FOR CHANGE'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XiJ5utz8XaI/TV_n7AMtLBI/AAAAAAAAADo/ni14pO3MlMc/s72-c/175046_200919119921276_100000095673877_774871_4595011_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-3567838773081783376</id><published>2011-02-19T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T02:56:22.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zombieland'/><title type='text'>Zombie Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cAjBMTDf2Hs/TV68GJIucZI/AAAAAAAAADk/Vhfki57vPAk/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cAjBMTDf2Hs/TV68GJIucZI/AAAAAAAAADk/Vhfki57vPAk/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now we're back in Zombie Land.. this is the first time in the year 2011. I miss my co-zombies or zombiemates, err.. whatever it is. Let me tell you the best part of having overnight/layout sessions. You somehow get away from home.. I get to drink my favorite chocolate milk drink, Chuckie.. and lots of foods [if we have enough budget], and oh.. I forgot to mention the Last Song Syndrome thingy... It's okay if the song was not Taylor Swift's, but if it is.. then prepare yourself for you'll be having some swollen eardrums. On the other hand, the bad thing about having layouts sessions is: you won't be able to have enough sleep and you'll end up having those dark eyebags.. and viola! you're a full-grown Zombie!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But hey, we are the type of Zombies that doesn't crave for your brains.. feed us with Chuckie and we're good with it. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Currently in Zombie Land (The Spectrum Office).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Keep me posted, Zombies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-3567838773081783376?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/3567838773081783376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=3567838773081783376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/3567838773081783376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/3567838773081783376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/zombie-land.html' title='Zombie Land'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cAjBMTDf2Hs/TV68GJIucZI/AAAAAAAAADk/Vhfki57vPAk/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-4138276820859347422</id><published>2011-02-16T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T03:37:49.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitters&apos; Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vday'/><title type='text'>Valentines aka Bitters' Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz8dcTduogE/TWAbuBnpmvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sTgrgnU9io4/s1600/Image0127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz8dcTduogE/TWAbuBnpmvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sTgrgnU9io4/s400/Image0127.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY V&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;LENTINES. Fail. XD&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Yesterday was obviously February 14, 2011 or also known as, Valentines Day.. for us singles, we called it as Bitters' Day. We actually have no plans for Vday but during the last minute, all (I mean the bitters) agreed to go out and have pizza for &lt;i&gt;merienda&lt;/i&gt;. We went to greenwich and had pizza, our way of celebrating Bitters' Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, Me and my bestfriend went out for dinner. We dine at Max's restaurant (Located at SM Bacolod).. though we haven't watched a movie as originally planned, we still had a great Vday celebration. That's it.. we just ate, and went to the grocery to buy some ingredients for her practicum the day after (which is obviously today Feb. 15).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vday has proven me one thing.. it's okay if you're single as long as your friends are there to accompany you and double the fun and significance of Feb. 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;b&gt;Bitters' Day&lt;/b&gt;. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-4138276820859347422?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/4138276820859347422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=4138276820859347422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4138276820859347422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4138276820859347422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-aka-bitters-day.html' title='Valentines aka Bitters&apos; Day'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz8dcTduogE/TWAbuBnpmvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sTgrgnU9io4/s72-c/Image0127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-9112188409629429410</id><published>2011-02-13T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T23:54:17.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-swzdZ1BdF0Q/TVfZ1xY3EyI/AAAAAAAAADg/Je2Ny6rkK9Q/s1600/doodle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-swzdZ1BdF0Q/TVfZ1xY3EyI/AAAAAAAAADg/Je2Ny6rkK9Q/s400/doodle.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This past few days, I realized that I haven't thank someone since January 1, 2011. :) Or at least thank them from the bottom of my heart. Saying thank you when you don't actually mean it is useless. It should go with sincerity and appreciation. So here it is, THANK YOU.. though it's a little too late, I still want to thank you. It's from the bottom of my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-9112188409629429410?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/9112188409629429410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=9112188409629429410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/9112188409629429410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/9112188409629429410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/thank-you.html' title='Thank You ^_^'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-swzdZ1BdF0Q/TVfZ1xY3EyI/AAAAAAAAADg/Je2Ny6rkK9Q/s72-c/doodle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-4571276279107555851</id><published>2011-02-13T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T00:06:40.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Had For Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knYblFn5UwI/TVatsHSoY-I/AAAAAAAAADc/Hse6HPRwq1M/s1600/1pc-chickenjoy1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knYblFn5UwI/TVatsHSoY-I/AAAAAAAAADc/Hse6HPRwq1M/s320/1pc-chickenjoy1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This!! This is the exact part I had.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Actually I had a late dinner.. 10 PM (that's not the usual dinner time right?) Anyways, Cherai and I went to Jollibee Lasalle to dine out for we are starving.. obviously. Thank God that the nearest fastfood chain is still open. So yeah, I ordered one piece chicken and upgraded my drink into large coke. Arghh. I'm so hungry, but I still have to wait for friggin' 20 minutes. 20 minutes seems like forever. Finally, are orders were delivered. I can't imagine how I finished my food in less than 10 minutes. Was it because I'm too hungry? Or I was carried away by our conversation? Either way, I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Why are we even paying eighty six pesos for a chicken and rice meal with softdrinks? Wherein we can buy that for less than fifty pesos? What are we paying for? Is it the food or the name, Jollibee? If we request to upgrade our drinks, we need to give an aditional payment of fifteen pesos where in fact, they were just adding tiny ounces of softdrinks.. that will never reach fifteen pesos! Mind you, an eight-ounce bottle of coke costs ten pesos or eleven. So they should be adding more than eight ounces of softdrinks when I'm asking for an upgrade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Over-pricing is the game of most businessmen. Rich or poor, they'll cost you twice the exact amount.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-4571276279107555851?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/4571276279107555851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=4571276279107555851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4571276279107555851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4571276279107555851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-i-had-for-dinner.html' title='What I Had For Dinner'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knYblFn5UwI/TVatsHSoY-I/AAAAAAAAADc/Hse6HPRwq1M/s72-c/1pc-chickenjoy1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-6325823257400038510</id><published>2011-02-12T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T14:52:16.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Doodle? O_o</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HpszoTwdKeU/TVYt1e1xfQI/AAAAAAAAADY/5QFhP4DlXlE/s1600/doodle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HpszoTwdKeU/TVYt1e1xfQI/AAAAAAAAADY/5QFhP4DlXlE/s320/doodle.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just wanna share my latest masterpiece.. though not too much effort was actually given in this artwork. The image looks crappy, got it from FB.. too lazy to look for some decent pic. :) So yeah, that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-6325823257400038510?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/6325823257400038510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=6325823257400038510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/6325823257400038510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/6325823257400038510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/digital-doodle-oo.html' title='Digital Doodle? O_o'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HpszoTwdKeU/TVYt1e1xfQI/AAAAAAAAADY/5QFhP4DlXlE/s72-c/doodle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-5995054226951869600</id><published>2011-02-11T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T10:55:44.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superman'/><title type='text'>Insert Title Here (I can't think of a better title ^_^)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cqCO_t9k0dI/TVVSeUzx2nI/AAAAAAAAADU/8LpIr7pZZvY/s1600/161685_545622797_2819937_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cqCO_t9k0dI/TVVSeUzx2nI/AAAAAAAAADU/8LpIr7pZZvY/s1600/161685_545622797_2819937_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;copyright Judy Rose Sayson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you love him?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Honestly, I don't know how to answer this question. If someone asks me directly if I love him, I usually say.. "How would you actually know that you're in love with that person?" Someone told me, if you are in love you always think of that person and you care about him. I always think about him, and I really really care for him. Though it's not that obvious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Behind that "Superman" codename, is the guy named Fiel. A cool-dude who's been in love with his camera for a long time now. I had my first encounter with him during our team building activity. He is the kind of guy who's willing to make fun of himself just to make the rest happy. I love his humor, his passion and everything. But I don't really know why I was drawn to him.. I don't think it's his looks.. or his talent.. or his humor.. but maybe... just maybe, it's because of that one moment when we had a serious conversation through chat (I don't want to elaborate). During that time, I've seen him in a broader perspective, he's no longer the happy-go-lucky guy.. in short, he's a grown-up man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This evening, I am bothered by one question. Should I tell him what I feel? I don't know.. Maybe in time.. when all things are set.. when I'm ready for the consequences. But in case he reads this, Thank you for making it a lot easier. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-5995054226951869600?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/5995054226951869600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=5995054226951869600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/5995054226951869600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/5995054226951869600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/insert-title-here-i-cant-think-of.html' title='Insert Title Here (I can&apos;t think of a better title ^_^)'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cqCO_t9k0dI/TVVSeUzx2nI/AAAAAAAAADU/8LpIr7pZZvY/s72-c/161685_545622797_2819937_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-6201783154249207100</id><published>2011-02-10T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T01:51:21.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Other Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4fhGXlNhCFA/TVO0ktIEXxI/AAAAAAAAADM/TCr_YAogQPQ/s1600/Kats12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4fhGXlNhCFA/TVO0ktIEXxI/AAAAAAAAADM/TCr_YAogQPQ/s400/Kats12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doodle I made for Katrina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-6201783154249207100?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/6201783154249207100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=6201783154249207100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/6201783154249207100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/6201783154249207100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-other-side.html' title='My Other Side'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4fhGXlNhCFA/TVO0ktIEXxI/AAAAAAAAADM/TCr_YAogQPQ/s72-c/Kats12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-1430486433590476766</id><published>2011-02-10T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T21:21:38.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realizations'/><title type='text'>Silly Realizations</title><content type='html'>This is just a stupid thought I guess. Just one random idea. So, I just realized that I've been admiring lots of guys lately.. and by lots I mean three. Yes, three. Let me tell you a little about them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Superman&lt;/b&gt;- I don't have an idea why I even gave him that "codename". Maybe because of one of my artworks. Anyways, he's a guy with humor, height and &lt;i&gt;moren&lt;/i&gt;o complexion. He's someone you'd fall for without even knowing the main reason why.. or without having any clue why I'm attracted or drawn to him. He is an artist (I just don't wanna go into further details. okay?).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. Dream Boy&lt;/b&gt;- Yeah, actually I got a crush on him during my first month in college.. But that didn't last anyhow. Just recently when I had a dream it's about him and me (try to back read so you'll understand it). I don't know. That dream has awaken a strange feeling I've never felt before. But one thing I admire about him was his passion. He writes a lot.. and I was inlove with his works. ♥&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. I-was-actually-drawn-to-him-the-first-time-I-saw-him&lt;/b&gt;- (now&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Mr. Bright Side&lt;/b&gt;) I think he's cute and talented too. He writes, he's artistic, he sings and dance.. Package deal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one common thing about them that I can distinguish was the HEIGHT. Well I do have a thing for tall people Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Okay. Stop this stupidity!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-1430486433590476766?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/1430486433590476766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=1430486433590476766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/1430486433590476766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/1430486433590476766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/silly-realizations.html' title='Silly Realizations'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-3772040339649130338</id><published>2011-02-09T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T15:37:53.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines'/><title type='text'>Valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDbmXAqye9Q/TVJD_3NDgDI/AAAAAAAAADA/y7EKMfVd4ck/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDbmXAqye9Q/TVJD_3NDgDI/AAAAAAAAADA/y7EKMfVd4ck/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get rid of that sad face&lt;br /&gt;and be happy this &lt;br /&gt;Valentines&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;i&gt;A day for lovers no more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment most people cram for they don't have their dates.. especially the singles. Most of their sentiments were, "I don't want to spend Valentines day alone", "Valentines won't be valentines if you don't have a date", and worst "You're not allowed to go out on Valentines if you don't have a date". Wait.. are there even rules imposed for valentines day? I mean, what you're saying are all trash talks. Valentines day is for everyone.. for the single people out there, for those who are in a relationship right now.. as long as you're in love and feeling like celebrating Valentines, you are free to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, Valentines day is a commemoration of St. Valentine's feast (a Christian martyr).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the singles out there who's celebrating Valentines alone.. chin up, and be proud of it. Let's just say, We Celebrate Valentines Independently. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-3772040339649130338?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/3772040339649130338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=3772040339649130338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/3772040339649130338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/3772040339649130338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines.html' title='Valentines'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDbmXAqye9Q/TVJD_3NDgDI/AAAAAAAAADA/y7EKMfVd4ck/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-8568735506059133126</id><published>2011-02-08T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T14:16:33.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azkals'/><title type='text'>The Azkals Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDbmXAqye9Q/TVDc1L4-ttI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zshIBMbnJmc/s1600/azkals.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDbmXAqye9Q/TVDc1L4-ttI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zshIBMbnJmc/s320/azkals.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Azkals- Philippines Football Team&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yes.. The football team phenomenon that most girls are going gaga all over.. not just girls, but guys too. Okay, what do they have in the first place? I know some of them are hot, I never questioned that. I admire them for their macho looks and for representing the Philippines in the sports industry. That's it. I'm not a football fanatic, in fact I don't even know a single thing about the game except for the word, "GOAL".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You see, they're now in Bacolod for a football match with Mongolia. Yesterday, they visited our school. Most students were inside the coliseum instead of attending their classes. I heard a crowd cheering.. then minutes after, my facebook and twitter dash were full of Azkal stuffs.. like, how hot they are, how they were starstruck upon seeing those football boys. People around me were talking about them, and I'm just like.. Okay you've seen the Azkals now what? Let's not be in the field for they're &lt;i&gt;gwapo&lt;/i&gt;.. let's watch the game to support the Philippines (not the other way around).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Team Azkals, better win this match.. do not disappoint your fans. Or else, it won't be worth their efforts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;PS My friend even faked his own PRESS id just to have close coverage of their practices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-8568735506059133126?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/8568735506059133126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=8568735506059133126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/8568735506059133126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/8568735506059133126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/azkals-fever.html' title='The Azkals Fever'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lDbmXAqye9Q/TVDc1L4-ttI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zshIBMbnJmc/s72-c/azkals.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-9193400130948750786</id><published>2011-02-07T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T23:02:07.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>That Strange Dream</title><content type='html'>So yeah, this morning I woke up having that strange feeling towards that certain person that I've known for quite a long time now. Actually we are in the same org, but we are never close. We just had that casual conversations and simple hi's and hellos. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, he's like a big brother.. though are age gap is just a year or two. He's someone I really respect and I feel intimidated every time I talk to him. So here's about my dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were inside a ship.. me and my friends. Then the crew were asking us to go back to our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cabins for there are monsters around the area (weird, eh?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---fast forward---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After that "scary" incident, he came rushing towards me and hugged me tight..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the kind of hug wherein I feel secured. His scent was so addicting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and in his arms, I feel no one can hurt me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So that's it, that was my dream. It's strange, it's something new.. and I don't know how to deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-9193400130948750786?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/9193400130948750786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=9193400130948750786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/9193400130948750786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/9193400130948750786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/that-strange-dream.html' title='That Strange Dream'/><author><name>alltimerants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804649949435509393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234654862597174833.post-4209731349263624446</id><published>2011-02-07T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T22:14:30.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! Now, I have a blog.</title><content type='html'>Then what? I don't even know what to blog about. Okay, I'd rather post some random rants.. stuffs. Wtvr. I'm lost for words, can't find one in my pocket. To make this short, I'd like to welcome my self.. WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF BLOGGING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end of speech.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234654862597174833-4209731349263624446?l=alltimerants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/feeds/4209731349263624446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234654862597174833&amp;postID=4209731349263624446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4209731349263624446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234654862597174833/posts/default/4209731349263624446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltimerants.blogspot.com/2011/02/yay-now-i-have-blog.html' title='Yay! 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