<?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-3768288358868198327</id><updated>2012-01-31T22:02:03.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPSIES!</title><subtitle type='html'>am i too old to believe in potato monsters? =D</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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>181</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-3446799553340768309</id><published>2012-01-24T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T21:14:37.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so it took me around a year to decide to make a comeback, a few weeks longer to finally walk the talk, and a few more minutes of staring at a blinking cursor on my screen (did you know that it blinks 50 times a minute?) before I actually pressed a key to revisit what I—until now—could not believe had left. This is harder than I thought it would be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I have not been too busy with work nor has my life turned too exciting for words to describe. In fact, ever since I started embracing what I have come to accept would be my fate for the next 50 years, I gradually lost my zest for life. My days have become predictable and routinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it is true that we outgrow a lot of things in time, I do believe it is hard to “unlove” what have once been closest to our hearts. In my case, it only takes a little nagging from some islands away to remind me of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I should live my life constantly doing what I love. That the world isn’t to blame for a life gone bland. That there is no use pointing fingers, not even towards oneself. That now is the best time to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how it used to feel. ☺&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-3446799553340768309?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/3446799553340768309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=3446799553340768309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/3446799553340768309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/3446799553340768309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-so-it-took-me-around-year-to-decide.html' title=''/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-4205180338732163796</id><published>2011-06-28T23:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T23:46:29.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Your Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ed-y_nUFVfA/Tgn1trTjsPI/AAAAAAAAAmU/0vDivqTTG6Q/s1600/SDC10056.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ed-y_nUFVfA/Tgn1trTjsPI/AAAAAAAAAmU/0vDivqTTG6Q/s400/SDC10056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623295774816448754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hangzhou, China 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remind me again to believe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that things will fall into place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lost will be found,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the unwanted, loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If not today, then tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or in time only You can tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3768288358868198327-4205180338732163796?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/4205180338732163796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=4205180338732163796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/4205180338732163796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/4205180338732163796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-your-time.html' title='In Your Time'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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/-Ed-y_nUFVfA/Tgn1trTjsPI/AAAAAAAAAmU/0vDivqTTG6Q/s72-c/SDC10056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-5744900412269287179</id><published>2011-01-02T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T01:05:47.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a late 1-1-11 post</title><content type='html'>some say that you get a glimpse of what you'd be doing the whole year by how you spend new year's day. well, i spent mine eating cereals in my pajamas while watching castaway in my dorm room... alone. oh. my. god. help me. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was new year's day until around 20 minutes ago. i'm not sure if this would pass as a glimpse of my 2011 even though i'm 20 minutes too late, but i'd take the chance anyway. i don't want to spend the whole year being the bummest of bums, so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who stood by my side, i would do anything to be by yours. &lt;br /&gt;to those who had to leave, you made me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;to those who believed in me, you're the reason why i'm on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;to those who doubted, you made me believe in myself more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, if you allow it, i'd like to spend the rest of the year being thankful... for everything. for what i've become. for what is to become of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;新年快乐！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i'm coming home this year :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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post'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-2316867658778814715</id><published>2010-08-31T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:17:22.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRB in 5 months ;)</title><content type='html'>blogspot has been ALMOST impossible to access since i reached shanghai. for those who want to check if i'm still alive, do visit my temporary blog, My Daily Dose of Shanghai, at http://sweetpatatas.wordpress.com. i do daily updates, so if i'm gone for quite a while, i might have gotten lost somewhere in china or they just banned the site like they did with a thousand others. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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;)'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-7485035408400287853</id><published>2010-08-22T01:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T02:52:11.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BS in the bukid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/THARf2YOEQI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WuOiqpPSCn0/s1600/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/THARf2YOEQI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WuOiqpPSCn0/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507921583144833282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;one taboo session...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(the word is "bottled water")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;judith: a beverage with no sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;darlene: water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;judith: yes, two words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;marie: tap water?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;judith: no! you order it in the restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;marie: ICE WATER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;cheapipay much? hahaha!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my idea of a perfect weekend: chicharon and a sinful chocolate cake for afternoon snack, abusing my laptop's photobooth, stalking pretty college boys in facebook, yummy shrimps and adobo for dinner, playing taboo and the most absurd pinoy henyo, early midnight snack, making secret lists to bet on after a decade and a lot of peeing in between... all with 'em people who remind me why i love cebu. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;what a way to spend my last saturday home. i can't wait to see them again in january!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-7485035408400287853?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/7485035408400287853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-4342394373088729050</id><published>2010-08-18T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T00:29:28.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8</title><content type='html'>and it gets smaller every day. the beauty of nearing deadlines is that it reminds you to do everything once and for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-4342394373088729050?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/4342394373088729050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=4342394373088729050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/4342394373088729050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/4342394373088729050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2010/08/8.html' title='8'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-888133326378829128</id><published>2010-08-11T23:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T14:44:40.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tittle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"you completely me," said i.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oftentimes we take for granted those whose existence give meaning to our lives. today, i am once again reminded of how short life is to delay every "thank you", every "i love you" and every "i'm sorry" that could be said now. every minute spent is one we can never take back. let it not be a minute wasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uncle ike, you will be missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-888133326378829128?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/888133326378829128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=888133326378829128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/888133326378829128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/888133326378829128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2010/08/tittle-said-i-you-complete-me.html' title='tittle'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-7304260555193154086</id><published>2010-08-05T00:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T20:29:24.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 to china</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i am 21 days away from rekindling my exciting life that once was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;frankly, i can vaguely remember how it feels to have my heart skip a beat from sneaking in the boys' dorm, catching a train ride without any destination in mind, playing hide-and-seek with campus guards just because i lost my ID, lying down on the road, illegally crossing highways at 2 am... you know, the stuff you don't get to do when you have a normal-borderline-boring life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shanghai, i am ready for you (i think). i cannot wait any longer!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. i am currently watching a chinese-dubbed korean tv series with english subtitles to refresh the little chinese i knew back in high school and college. i recognize the curses more than the useful conversational words. i am a hopeless case. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.S. after reading this post again, i would like to clarify that i have no plans of getting deported by engaging in activities deemed illegal by the Chinese government (except maybe access to facebook haha). i promise to be a good foreign student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-7304260555193154086?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/7304260555193154086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=7304260555193154086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/7304260555193154086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/7304260555193154086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2010/08/21-to-china.html' title='21 to china'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-2432037306080076559</id><published>2010-07-22T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T20:37:51.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my brother is famous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TEdAehGfStI/AAAAAAAAAlY/oIypVikJQ3o/s1600/buzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TEdAehGfStI/AAAAAAAAAlY/oIypVikJQ3o/s200/buzz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496432763254819538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TEdAexmvd4I/AAAAAAAAAlg/otpXUd6A3B0/s200/Photo+on+2010-07-22+at+02.23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496432767685064578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is it just me or does ahia look like buzz lightyear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-2432037306080076559?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/2432037306080076559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-6153827754618833238</id><published>2010-07-20T15:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T17:36:42.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one of those random senseless nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="306"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-IWbZivItxU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-IWbZivItxU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="306"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;there's something about this video that still makes it funny even after the 10th time i watched it. i think it's the silent laughter piling up in my system and pleading me to let it out at 2:30 am. but ahia was sick and i didn't want to wake him up, so the laughter stayed silent until around the 25th time when i couldn't help it anymore. i snickered-- just a snicker. the rest of it i let out in my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's moments like these that i treasure as each lazy day goes by. it's a reminder of the child in me that i doubt would ever go away... i'm glad i have friends who bring that out once in a while. i'd like to think they keep me young at heart when actually, they're really just impediments to my maturity. HAHA. i love them to bits and pieces, anyway. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's a dora in each of us. if you got friends who make you feel that it's perfectly fine to let it stroll in the woods of the real world sometimes, hold on to them. here's the dora in me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TEVVR-1IVxI/AAAAAAAAAko/lS8F142M_Ew/s200/IMG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495892687687538450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and here are her own animal friends:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TEVWws8gaYI/AAAAAAAAAkw/PmO1rF-aRPo/s320/circle+of+life+kythe+flying.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495894314974210434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(photo from kythe kite flying '10)&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;P.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i just discovered the chinese translation of SweetPatatas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;can you say &lt;i&gt;tian de pa ze&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;VEEERRRRYYY GOOOOOOD!&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/3768288358868198327-6153827754618833238?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/6153827754618833238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=6153827754618833238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6153827754618833238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6153827754618833238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-of-those-random-senseless-nights.html' title='one of those random senseless nights'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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/__Knmo2XSLe0/TEVVR-1IVxI/AAAAAAAAAko/lS8F142M_Ew/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-7026531520939189587</id><published>2010-07-13T00:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:13:05.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got a pocketful of sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TDtLga_EURI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/vUD2OBRzIA0/s1600/Photo+on+2010-07-08+at+00.53+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TDtLga_EURI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/vUD2OBRzIA0/s400/Photo+on+2010-07-08+at+00.53+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493067190880194834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TDtK2pt-4qI/AAAAAAAAAkI/30if7ivPdPw/s1600/Photo+on+2010-07-08+at+00.57+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TDtK2pt-4qI/AAAAAAAAAkI/30if7ivPdPw/s200/Photo+on+2010-07-08+at+00.57+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493066473280561826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TDtK2HG0qMI/AAAAAAAAAkA/vOtLjFx0nEs/s200/Photo+on+2010-07-08+at+00.48.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493066463989508290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there's a place that i go that nobody knows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where the rivers flow and i call it home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and there's no more lies, in the darkness there's light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and nobody cries, there's only butterflies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Natasha Bedingfield&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;updates on my life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. the pictures above were the closest i could get to having an adventure. background fail. we ended up in kyle's room coz ahia's face blended with the walls of his. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. i'm waiting for the boys to finish playing Sudden Attack anytime soon so we can start watching Dexter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. nakilala ko si matthew goode kagabi dahil sa isang di-inaasahang pangyayari. gusto ko na rin patubuin at i-braid ang buhok ko sa ilong na parang ganito:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TDtRrXrrfGI/AAAAAAAAAkg/-RSqePea4CE/s200/nosehair2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493073976041897058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. i dedicate #3 to &lt;b&gt;mia carmela nitorreda tonogbanua&lt;/b&gt;. what's life without you? a peaceful one. oh wait, that was a rhetorical question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. this is a totally random post, but i'm publishing it anyway. it's demented Dexter time :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-7026531520939189587?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/7026531520939189587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=7026531520939189587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/7026531520939189587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/7026531520939189587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-got-pocket-full-of-sunshine.html' title='i got a pocketful of sunshine'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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/__Knmo2XSLe0/TDtLga_EURI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/vUD2OBRzIA0/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-07-08+at+00.53+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-7705583522136971708</id><published>2010-07-10T18:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T20:32:12.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>counting the days</title><content type='html'>since the day i became unemployed/a bum/on vacation, i have grown less aware of time and how quickly it passed whether i was having fun or not. i've laid low on papers, books and pens in february, searched for my soul and said goodbye to college in march, still held on in april, started to let go in may, revisited the yesteryears in june, and before i knew it, i'm a month away from *crossing fingers* an epic semester in Shanghai.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it just recently dawned on me what i'm about to get myself into-- cleaning my own bathroom, doing my own laundry, a foreign stranger for a roommate, chinese-speaking people, the cold weather and everything else i haven't thought of just yet. but there's no turning back from here. with a few more arrangements for my visa and dorm accommodations, i'll be good to go! it's scary, but i'm glad the excitement outweighs the nervous chills down my spine. thanks to kim, the sister i've always prayed for, and jeff, my self-proclaimed musically diverse neighbor, i know i'm in for one crazy adventure. wo bu hui deng! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. speaking of crazy adventure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TDhU-lK3UGI/AAAAAAAAAj4/gZw_fJDM38o/s400/Photo+on+2010-07-08+at+00.55+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492233179684622434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's one of those nights my brothers and i have nothing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(bill is busy chatting with his girlfriend)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more of our slightly believable adventures some other time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-7705583522136971708?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/7705583522136971708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=7705583522136971708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/7705583522136971708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/7705583522136971708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2010/07/counting-days.html' title='counting the days'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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/__Knmo2XSLe0/TDhU-lK3UGI/AAAAAAAAAj4/gZw_fJDM38o/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-07-08+at+00.55+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-6571365695872650426</id><published>2010-06-23T11:50:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T20:31:17.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy fathers' day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TCGKgEXv-7I/AAAAAAAAAiw/ony2PMpO0c0/s1600/Destination.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485818104647777202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TCGKgEXv-7I/AAAAAAAAAiw/ony2PMpO0c0/s400/Destination.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;photo edited by &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://johnsygo.deviantart.com/#/d2sdsyh"&gt;&lt;em&gt;John Go&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i know it's 3 days too late, but who says i can't celebrate fathers' day in my own time? :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the last gift i could ever remember giving papa was a sculpture of poop from blue magic almost a decade ago. it wasn't as dramatic as i hoped it would be, but that was grade 6 nikki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it took me 9 years, a new house, his passing and a furniture change in my room to dispose of it. i still wonder why i never noticed how off it looked on my study table. talk about a table full of crap. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but material gifts won't do anymore (especially NOT generic gifts from the infamous blue magic), in my case, at least. so i guess a gift of words will suffice... with a little help from my amazing friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;let me quote a comment he wrote on his site: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The answer is heaven, by the way. Or to where ever your heart is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...and i couldn't agree more. :)&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/3768288358868198327-6571365695872650426?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/6571365695872650426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=6571365695872650426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6571365695872650426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6571365695872650426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='happy fathers&apos; day'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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/__Knmo2XSLe0/TCGKgEXv-7I/AAAAAAAAAiw/ony2PMpO0c0/s72-c/Destination.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-1600463738385214162</id><published>2010-06-22T23:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T00:20:47.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet my brother, gabe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TCDhGQv-c6I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/9uh9MzdMYnA/s1600/IMG_2324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485631843828921250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TCDhGQv-c6I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/9uh9MzdMYnA/s320/IMG_2324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i sleep in ahia's room, i have to put up with a lot of his annoying ways to keep me awake at night. his alphabet games, knock-knock jokes, impersonations, blah blah. i tried to make my own games like first-one-to-sleep, one-arm's-length-away or no-touching-til-tomorrow, but somehow, he manages to make his own rules and wins in the end. at some point, giving up was the wisest thing to do. so here i am, struggling night after night until i gather enough courage to sleep in my own room. that won't be long, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he's not all that bad. we do have meaningful conversations, sometimes. allow me to share with you the one we had just last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: why are you staring at me?&lt;br /&gt;ahia: you're so cute, achi. can i call you cutiepie pretty?&lt;br /&gt;me: ok. good night.&lt;br /&gt;ahia: good night who?&lt;br /&gt;me: good night ahia.&lt;br /&gt;ahia: you should have a name for me, too.&lt;br /&gt;me: good night, prettypie handsome?&lt;br /&gt;ahia: i don't want to be pretty.&lt;br /&gt;me: good night, cutiepie handsome?&lt;br /&gt;ahia: but you're the cutiepie.&lt;br /&gt;me: good night, sweetiepie handsome?&lt;br /&gt;ahia: ahh, that's better.&lt;br /&gt;me: k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;if you think i have a crazy brother, wait til i tell you about the other two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-1600463738385214162?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/1600463738385214162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=1600463738385214162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/1600463738385214162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/1600463738385214162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2010/06/meet-my-brother-gabe.html' title='meet my brother, gabe'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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/__Knmo2XSLe0/TCDhGQv-c6I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/9uh9MzdMYnA/s72-c/IMG_2324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-1248155233472537108</id><published>2010-06-20T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T01:58:27.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 totally random thoughts before i sleep</title><content type='html'>1. Some people are greater than they think. Never underestimate the power of reassurance. They deserve to know. It is up to them to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Because the world will die without it, go with love." This is and will always be my guiding principle in every decision that I have to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Happy fathers' day to all the dads in the world and beyond! Show some love while you can. It never gets old.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-1248155233472537108?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/1248155233472537108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=1248155233472537108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/1248155233472537108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/1248155233472537108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2010/06/3-totally-random-thoughts-before-i.html' title='3 totally random thoughts before i sleep'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-6105408359055698201</id><published>2010-06-06T23:18:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T20:37:38.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so long, sweet summer</title><content type='html'>if it were any year in the past, by now i must have made my goodbye-summer-break/back-to-school blog post. but this year's summer break isn't like any other. i couldn't quite decide whether it's indefinite or simply non-existent. there's no saying goodbye to breaks or saying hello to new class scheds anymore since the day Fr. Ben handed me that rolled blank piece of bond paper that they made everyone believe was a diploma. yes, my friend, i survived 4 years of trying to make sense out of studying management and chemistry simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so consider this my "goodbye summer and hello to rainy days of more bumming" post. and what better way to tell you why bumming is so much more fun under the scourging heat of the sun than to give you the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;top 5 reasons why summer 2010 rocks my socks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 the mis-adventures and everything in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TAvSnzXAMAI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/uTliPeKGqAw/s1600/SDC10868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TAvSnzXAMAI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/uTliPeKGqAw/s320/SDC10868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479704952869761026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TAvQjlxSyDI/AAAAAAAAAhI/sTL6KCckbEA/s1600/j.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the girls and i planned a dvo-cdo-cbu trip for our "last hurrah" since it would probably take one of us to marry for us to see each other again. but due to "unforseen circumstances" (shobe getting grounded after a drunken night *haha* and kim being exiled in tagum), i ended up having mia, the coolest tour guide of davao, all to myself. and we just couldn't get enough of those unforseen circumstances, that the cdo airport's runway lights chose to add some more. i got to spend 2 more crazy days in davao, but this time, with kim. :) haze, trish and shobe joined us in cebu where we got sunburnt after braving downtown and invading pandanon. i'd have to say the whole trip gave justice to our final goodbyes. rolling down a hill, eating crocodile and ostrich, racing and bumping cars, walking on green water, getting stuck in the airport after a last-minute cancelled flight and fitting 11 people in a car make complete sense when you're with the people who made you love your college years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 sand, waves and the setting sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TAvZQQl-5rI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Bh59YaT8MXw/s1600/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TAvZQQl-5rI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Bh59YaT8MXw/s320/beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479712244981753522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;summer would never be complete without the beach. since this was the  first time i didn't have summer classes/ojt, i got more  than my fair share of salty water and fish bites. i can't complain, though. cebu beach is like no other. the breeze, the food, the sand between my toes and the company of family and good friends--everything reminds me that i'm finally home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 tuesday lunch with my loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TAvnPxwroKI/AAAAAAAAAiI/SxThq4uvzOY/s1600/01062010166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TAvnPxwroKI/AAAAAAAAAiI/SxThq4uvzOY/s320/01062010166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479727629867917474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for college graduates who don't know what to do with our lives, it's comforting to know that we're not alone. that's pretty much what tuesday lunch is for... updating each other about recent job interviews, random business ideas in case no one hires us and what we make out of our boredom. that's for the sensible part of lunch. the rest of the time, we just make a mess in the restaurant like shoot rolled tissue paper in a glass of water or make faces out of cigarette foils and tissue wraps. i'd like to think that someday, i'll be having tuesday lunch with rommelle the president (or house husband), rose the lawyer and stage mom, jeeboy the rich bachelor, kim the preschool teacher and owner of a cute children's hospital and john the father of 20 little chinese children. that would be the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 BS emergency meetings and making fun of ditc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TAvapq3PtjI/AAAAAAAAAhg/JC0MedUWd5U/s1600/bs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TAvapq3PtjI/AAAAAAAAAhg/JC0MedUWd5U/s320/bs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479713781041837618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't need to be einstein to know that darlene was the one who ditched us that night. i love how i flattened her butt in this picture (thank you, judith's photo-editing skills). i can attest to how much we've grown (or not grown) since high school... grown up. grown in size. whatever. i'm just glad we haven't grown apart. :)  it's been 4 years since we've led different lives. fastforward to present, and we still got each other's back. that's no bullsh*t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 my favorite wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TAvhzkmso2I/AAAAAAAAAhw/kMqYvkMp8kI/s1600/julian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TAvhzkmso2I/AAAAAAAAAhw/kMqYvkMp8kI/s320/julian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479721647741903714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ok, so there isn't any bride or groom in the picture above, but i just had to post it. i think the wonggoys-julian rendition was the best version of "i'm yours" so far (beat that, jason mraz). on a different note, since auntie my likes to think she was prettier than me that day, i'd give her that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TAvhz-l0luI/AAAAAAAAAh4/-aH4XGG1ubk/s1600/myla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/TAvhz-l0luI/AAAAAAAAAh4/-aH4XGG1ubk/s320/myla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479721654717552354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;favorite wedding. favorite couple. i'm proud to be a witness to their exchange of i do's... because that night, nothing else mattered.&lt;br /&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/3768288358868198327-6105408359055698201?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/6105408359055698201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=6105408359055698201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6105408359055698201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6105408359055698201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-long-sweet-summer.html' title='so long, sweet summer'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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/__Knmo2XSLe0/TAvSnzXAMAI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/uTliPeKGqAw/s72-c/SDC10868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-6893465374137276741</id><published>2010-05-19T13:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T20:38:20.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another one out of a million reasons to smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Got to go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on my way to the library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Free books,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's a good day to be alive."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-John Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it amazing how joy can be found in the littlest of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i "basked in the glory of johnsygo's photography", as he puts it. he's no ordinary photographer; he passionately captures beauty in everything and adds a dash of awesome and a handful of love to it. i think he's one of the greatest photographers i've ever known. i just thought the world should know, too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit his &lt;a href="http://johnsygo.deviantart.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;, so you'll see what i'm talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-6893465374137276741?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/6893465374137276741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=6893465374137276741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6893465374137276741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6893465374137276741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-one-out-of-million-reasons-to.html' title='another one out of a million reasons to smile'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-4507495005067505789</id><published>2010-05-07T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T03:03:06.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on staining hands for hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In the past months, I have been firm with my presidential choice, but I  kept my opinions at a minimal. Noy, I would say, because I believe in  him. That was I, then, trying to avoid stressing myself in heated  arguments and political debates. Some thought I just chose to climb  aboard the bandwagon; I kept quiet. Some bashed him in front of me,  saying he’s retarded, and he uses his parents’ name to win the  Filipinos; I chose not to say a thing. I’ve always hated politics (let  alone talking about it) for the mere reason that it has been dirty since  the moment I knew what it meant. And I didn’t want to stain my hands,  so I kept a distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But this is more than politics. This is hope for the Philippines despite  certain selfish politicians who run it. After 21 years of being  indifferent, this is, for once, doing something that might just make  things right for the country. For my country. For our country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I am not here to convince anyone to switch colors; persuasion isn’t my  forte. But this is I, letting my voice be heard. Mine may seem  insignificant among the other millions of Filipinos’, but it is one,  like the rest, that make up those millions. It is one that counts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I will vote for Noynoy Aquino because I believe in him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I believe in his competence. His years of service and a clean track  record only prove that he is effective in his field. If he were  incompetent and insincere, he would not have gained the trust of his  people as to keep him in office. While it is true that he has not  authored any law yet, he has passed 9 significant bills that are now  pending. By significant, I mean those that matter to and are clearly  made for the Filipinos, not merely for someone’s benefit. (click the  link to know more about these bills &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.noynoy.ph/v3/credentials.php" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.noynoy.ph/v3/cr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;edentials.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I believe in his vision. Having read the platforms of the running  presidentiables, I believe that the Aquino Platform has the most  promise. With poverty as one of the most alarming problems in the  country, I have in mind two important concerns that I believe should be  addressed, and I’ve clearly found it in Noy’s platform. The first is on  education. Noy has laid down, point by point, ways as to how to fix the  country’s education system. When implemented, I believe it would mold  competent Filipinos for sustainable jobs. But I think the problem on  poverty isn’t only grounded on the fact that these people don’t have  jobs to feed them. That leads to my second concern: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Corruption, and I believe in his fight against it. He has been firm in  saying that he will make the current administration accountable for its  corruption, and I trust that he will be true to his word. Punishing the  corrupt may not instantly eliminate corruption in the country, but it  assures us that such action will never be tolerated under his  administration. Let’s face it; there will always be greedy people with  big sounding names who want and have the power to take what isn’t  theirs. What we need is someone who is not afraid to stand against them  despite the possibility of losing support from existing and potential  allies. I see that in Noy. (click on this link to know more about his  platform &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.thepoc.net/blogwatch-features/5049-noynoy-aquino-platform.html" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.thepoc.net/blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;watch-features/5049-noynoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-aquino-platform.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; So to the people who have constantly asked me about my stand, tonight I  finally stain my hands. I stain them where it matters. And I stain them  yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I ask for you to stain yours, too. It doesn’t matter what color you  choose, stain them because you believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; ***ma, this is the reason why i'm still awake. sorreh :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-4507495005067505789?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/4507495005067505789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=4507495005067505789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/4507495005067505789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/4507495005067505789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-staining-hands-for-hope.html' title='on staining hands for hope'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-179968879369567226</id><published>2010-03-19T18:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T18:09:42.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God</title><content type='html'>the 5th week is just too much to handle. please go easy on me. i'm trying, you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-179968879369567226?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/179968879369567226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=179968879369567226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/179968879369567226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/179968879369567226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-god.html' title='Dear God'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-6842435261363370771</id><published>2010-03-07T23:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:54:56.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can i just say...</title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...since i can't say it out loud in the room. OMG. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-6842435261363370771?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/6842435261363370771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=6842435261363370771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6842435261363370771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6842435261363370771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-i-just-say.html' title='can i just say...'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-2050405067164840159</id><published>2010-02-23T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:14:47.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute video :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/840NbiFF1zM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/840NbiFF1zM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-2050405067164840159?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/2050405067164840159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=2050405067164840159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/2050405067164840159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/2050405067164840159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2010/02/cute-video.html' title='cute video :)'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-1590111588667628192</id><published>2010-02-21T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T01:57:11.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>starbucks study break thoughts</title><content type='html'>There’s this feeling of security now that I have an idea where I’m headed after college… like at last, my heart is at peace. Perhaps it’s the uncertainty of the future that kept my heart troubled all along. Then again, I’m still not sure where exactly in this world I’m leading my life to. I don’t think I will ever be. I guess this peaceful feeling isn’t entirely because I know what I want to do, although I give it some credit. But maybe—just maybe—it’s because finally, I’ve decided to let fate take its course. It’s liberating, I tell you; I never knew I could be this free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-1590111588667628192?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/1590111588667628192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=1590111588667628192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/1590111588667628192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/1590111588667628192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2010/02/theres-this-feeling-of-security-now.html' title='starbucks study break thoughts'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-4320356213845387435</id><published>2010-02-20T02:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T01:57:56.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last</title><content type='html'>this day was like any other. i woke up way beyond the time i set my alarm to, studied for my spanish final oral test that i almost missed, went to class for our final presentation, pretended to listen to senora, ate lunch with my favorite people in zekaf, crammed my LS paper, took off to catch a movie with mia and spent the rest of the night with mar in starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i am left awake tonight just like any night, i realize that things will never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, the sun will wake me up. i will stay in bed as long as i want. i might have to start studying for the rest of my final exams, but i will no longer have classes to consider cutting. no more meetings and papers to cram. no more school nights turned movie nights. no more invading starbucks with dormers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things will never be the same again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-4320356213845387435?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/4320356213845387435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=4320356213845387435' title='0 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Video 2010&lt;br /&gt;Directed by John Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***help his dream of 1,000,000 views on youtube come true by clicking on this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WnG_fedATOQ"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WnG_fedATOQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WnG_fedATOQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-2622803563677031699?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-417481025328466482</id><published>2010-01-30T23:25:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T01:06:56.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>senior syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/S2RSNV7T3yI/AAAAAAAAAfo/txFgUQUBoTM/s1600-h/IMG_2086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/S2RSNV7T3yI/AAAAAAAAAfo/txFgUQUBoTM/s400/IMG_2086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432557439693348642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/S2RlAjuK1TI/AAAAAAAAAgI/9IW4fyHjuxw/s1600-h/IMG_2094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/S2RlAjuK1TI/AAAAAAAAAgI/9IW4fyHjuxw/s200/IMG_2094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432578110778955058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/S2RlAGcDUYI/AAAAAAAAAgA/KgfjGIKVgzw/s1600-h/IMG_2109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/S2RlAGcDUYI/AAAAAAAAAgA/KgfjGIKVgzw/s200/IMG_2109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432578102918336898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/S2Rllbx35jI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/-OtyRpWocIE/s1600-h/IMG_2070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i'll miss most about college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/S2RP_5Bv6ZI/AAAAAAAAAeo/B3Dn-F2gyjA/s1600-h/IMG_2115.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-417481025328466482?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/417481025328466482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=417481025328466482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/417481025328466482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/417481025328466482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_30.html' title='senior syndrome'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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/__Knmo2XSLe0/S2RSNV7T3yI/AAAAAAAAAfo/txFgUQUBoTM/s72-c/IMG_2086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-4026446790011834600</id><published>2010-01-27T14:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T14:54:08.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUAN PRIDE Variety Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b9J2lBp61X8&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b9J2lBp61X8&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 5th of February, witness all sorts of amazement transpire in one show. Dubbed as the biggest on-campus event in the Ateneo, the ARSA Variety Show gathers the hottest and most promising talents all over the country. This years show is entitled JUAN PRIDE, with the aim to promote Filipino youth empowerment. All proceeds will be for Do-Nation Building, an effort to provide assistance to typhoon victims in rebuilding their lives beyond relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tickets are sold at Php150. If interested, contact me at 09173252427.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share the pride of being Filipino. JUAN PRIDE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-4026446790011834600?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/4026446790011834600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=4026446790011834600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/4026446790011834600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/4026446790011834600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='JUAN PRIDE Variety Show'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-9154678945345362210</id><published>2010-01-27T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:26:58.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the art of uncaring</title><content type='html'>as they say, there's always a little emotion behind 'i don't care'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-9154678945345362210?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/9154678945345362210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=9154678945345362210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/9154678945345362210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/9154678945345362210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2010/01/art-of-uncaring.html' title='the art of uncaring'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-6672050824978842817</id><published>2010-01-12T17:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T01:06:02.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>invisible.</title><content type='html'>"It’s amazing how many times you can travel the same route without noticing a particular sign. Then when you’re looking for it, there it is."&lt;br /&gt;-God's Debris, Scott Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's true for most of the time-- some things have always been there, but you never notice them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you only see what you want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-6672050824978842817?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/6672050824978842817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=6672050824978842817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6672050824978842817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6672050824978842817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2010/01/invisible.html' title='invisible.'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-4499839604919392354</id><published>2010-01-10T01:27:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:12:23.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frost is famous!</title><content type='html'>i had vinegar poured on my hair, but today is a happy day!&lt;br /&gt;(well, yesterday, coz it's 1:30 am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up to a text message from mia saying Frost got featured in the &lt;a href="http://lifestyle.inquirer.net/2bu/2bu/view/20100109-246268/Malunggay-mayonnaise-nationalist-soap-and-pain-reliever"&gt;Philippine Daily Inquirer&lt;/a&gt;. being the lazy-ass-on-a-lazy-saturday-morning that i was, i went back to sleep and ignored the message. when i decided to get up, i found Lean in the room to give me my own copy of the article, (thanks lee, you're such a dear =*) but i didn't get the chance to read it because i was almost late for Frost production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't realize how much of an awesome news it was until i met my&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/S0lhH30dskI/AAAAAAAAAd0/U1MGD-aysb0/s1600-h/frost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424974014015451714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/S0lhH30dskI/AAAAAAAAAd0/U1MGD-aysb0/s200/frost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; groupmates, and text messages wouldn't stop coming in from all over the country inquiring about our product. we even got orders from cebu and bohol! it was too overwhelming, that i had to text mar and kim to get me another copy. trust me, Frost making sessions haven't been this inspiring--nakakataba talaga ng puso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Cura Natura for being the best groupmates i could ever ask for,&lt;br /&gt;to my friends who have always believed in Frost--even more than i do,&lt;br /&gt;to Bianca Consunji for writing the article, (we owe you a lot!)&lt;br /&gt;to everyone who purchased or showed interest in our product,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;please continue supporting products made by BS MAC '10--Sabon ni Juan (novelty lush soaps), Mom's Made (malunggay mayonnaise and sandwich spread), Chi (goji berry milk tea), Repel (insect repellant) and of course, Frost (pain relieving cream). =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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famous!'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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/__Knmo2XSLe0/S0lhH30dskI/AAAAAAAAAd0/U1MGD-aysb0/s72-c/frost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-7569778845374232748</id><published>2010-01-07T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:20:26.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sitting, waiting, wishing</title><content type='html'>every night.&lt;br /&gt;in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hanggang kelan ba ako maghihintay?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-7569778845374232748?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/7569778845374232748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=7569778845374232748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/7569778845374232748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/7569778845374232748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2010/01/sitting-waiting-wishing.html' title='sitting, waiting, wishing'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-5959530768191714575</id><published>2010-01-06T01:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:46:25.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2009 Soundtrack</title><content type='html'>January&lt;br /&gt;Fireflies by Owl City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for special people who came home from JTA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow Connection by Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for a friend who lost her Ahia Mheng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March&lt;br /&gt;Here Comes the Sun by The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for that one final stretch before summer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;br /&gt;No Such Thing by John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for every night i spent in UDN 201&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May&lt;br /&gt;Don't Worry, Be Happy by Bob Marley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for a friend who would be back in Ateneo soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June&lt;br /&gt;Bruises by Chairlift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for my last first semester in college&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July&lt;br /&gt;Always Love by Nada Surf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for disappointments and rising above them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August&lt;br /&gt;The Unwinding Cable Car by Anberlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for all the piled anxieties and stress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September&lt;br /&gt;Still Alright by Adam Merrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for all the hurt that Ondoy has caused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October&lt;br /&gt;It's A New Day by Will.I.Am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the Atenean pride that i share&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November&lt;br /&gt;Buses and Trains by Bachelor Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for self doubt and realizations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December&lt;br /&gt;Put Your Records On by Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for a conversation i could never forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-5959530768191714575?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/5959530768191714575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=5959530768191714575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/5959530768191714575'/><link 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instead of working.&lt;br /&gt;but not to those who could not afford to enjoy time.&lt;br /&gt;for a minute of rest would mean 80 cents less for his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1,095 meals.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus all the snacks and random munches in between,&lt;br /&gt;minus all the accumulated leftovers on my plate.&lt;br /&gt;but not for those who barely have the chance to eat in a day.&lt;br /&gt;to them, it would be a miracle to reach 365 meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 months in school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus the hours i spend doing school work and all those crap,&lt;br /&gt;minus the classes i cut or was tardy just because.&lt;br /&gt;but not for those who are deprived of education.&lt;br /&gt;they would do anything for a month in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;365 nights of sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus the 3-hour naps i take during the day,&lt;br /&gt;minus the nights i spend partying with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;but not for those who work til late night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...hoping their families could enjoy 525,600 minutes, eat at least 1,095 full meals, spend 10 months in a good school, and get 365 nights of peaceful slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;dear self,&lt;br /&gt;please be less apathetic this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3, nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-4155093489970887258?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/4155093489970887258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=4155093489970887258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/4155093489970887258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/4155093489970887258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-do-you-measure-year.html' title='how do you measure a year?'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-1471019598353093414</id><published>2010-01-02T01:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:56:54.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on frozen yogurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, you should just be thankful for what you have--creamy or not creamy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-1471019598353093414?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/1471019598353093414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=1471019598353093414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/1471019598353093414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/1471019598353093414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-frozen-yogurts.html' title='on frozen yogurts'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-5908463383107706974</id><published>2010-01-01T13:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T12:17:53.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to the year that was</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNzrwh2Z2hQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNzrwh2Z2hQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rinabow.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://rinabow.tumblr.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;just a few days before coming home for Christmas break, i found myself talking to kimber about 2009. she said she's glad the year was coming to an end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i thought for a minute, and then i realized i was, too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;don't get me wrong, 2009. i will surely miss you. among all else, you made me stronger. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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was'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-8209614540819579225</id><published>2009-12-31T11:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:53:58.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SzwhjhhhSuI/AAAAAAAAAdM/fAOeIxPSNC8/s1600-h/tops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421244945625336546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SzwhjhhhSuI/AAAAAAAAAdM/fAOeIxPSNC8/s400/tops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; overlooking Cebu City from tops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;photo taken by Paolo Canton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cebu, you are captivating. But will I ever be ready to come home for good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-8209614540819579225?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/8209614540819579225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=8209614540819579225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/8209614540819579225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/8209614540819579225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/12/overlooking-cebu-city-from-tops-photo.html' title='3 months'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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/__Knmo2XSLe0/SzwhjhhhSuI/AAAAAAAAAdM/fAOeIxPSNC8/s72-c/tops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-6801644924625424947</id><published>2009-12-15T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:23:15.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and it was called yellow.</title><content type='html'>"did it hurt?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes, of course."&lt;br /&gt;"do you still miss him?"&lt;br /&gt;"i still do, sometimes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he were here, i think he would have been the only man who could not dare break my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-6801644924625424947?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/6801644924625424947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=6801644924625424947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6801644924625424947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6801644924625424947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-you-still-miss-him-i-still-do.html' title='and it was called yellow.'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-3973545956731648375</id><published>2009-11-29T03:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T03:34:30.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, i learned to set free... and it's the best feeling i've had for so long. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-3973545956731648375?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/3973545956731648375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=3973545956731648375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/3973545956731648375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/3973545956731648375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-i-realized-that-its-easy-to-let.html' title=''/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-8656732274020381190</id><published>2009-10-13T03:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T03:46:47.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/StOEU0scsvI/AAAAAAAAAdE/XxMWaAcirM0/s1600-h/GwynethStraightWavy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391798672169939698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/StOEU0scsvI/AAAAAAAAAdE/XxMWaAcirM0/s400/GwynethStraightWavy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i'm gonna change my hairstyle... from straight to long wavy hair like Gwyneth Paltrow. MAYBE i just need a fresh start. FROM EVERYTHING. my hair first, and the rest will follow. that's if i concede, of course... i've always had my hair the way it is now. the mere thought of changing it scares me. i might just turn into a Mia Thermopolis. oh well... let's see what happens during sembreak... that's 4 days from now! random, i told you so.&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/3768288358868198327-8656732274020381190?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/8656732274020381190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=8656732274020381190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/8656732274020381190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/8656732274020381190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/10/random.html' title='RANDOM.'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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/__Knmo2XSLe0/StOEU0scsvI/AAAAAAAAAdE/XxMWaAcirM0/s72-c/GwynethStraightWavy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-3101728441942302013</id><published>2009-10-09T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T22:32:21.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tama nga naman</title><content type='html'>"Parang elevator lang 'yan e. Bakit mo ipagsisiksikan ang sarili mo kung walang pwesto para sa 'yo? E, meron naman hagdan. Ayaw mo lang pansinin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bob Ong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-3101728441942302013?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/3101728441942302013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=3101728441942302013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/3101728441942302013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/3101728441942302013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/10/tama-nga-naman.html' title='tama nga naman'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-4194824631538397898</id><published>2009-10-06T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T03:48:35.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a ym conversation that punched some sense into me--</title><content type='html'>my status: bv bv bv bv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john: what's bv?&lt;br /&gt;nicole: bad vibes&lt;br /&gt;john: why are you bv?&lt;br /&gt;nicole: ganiha. tickets. (for the UAAP finals. i lined up for a long time and ended up not getting any) i just hate it when i follow rules but don't benefit from it. other people who don't follow benefit instead.&lt;br /&gt;john: life is unfair, nic. don't you think the people in marikina think the same way? why do people who can afford to lose their house stay safe? ...and those who can't, lose theirs. that's bv.&lt;br /&gt;nicole: fine. i guess other people have bigger problems.&lt;br /&gt;john: it's ok nic. we all have the right to be bv. btw, have you watched love story meets viva la vida?&lt;br /&gt;nicole: oooohhh yeah! i'll watch it now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was it. all the BV's that piled up today disappeared just like that. john always has his way of making me see things in a different light. i just needed that 5 minute conversation and a beautiful video to end this day with a happy heart. the exact reason why i love him to the sky and back! what a friend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. here's a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KfH2BY5pdLw"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's breathtaking! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-4194824631538397898?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/4194824631538397898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=4194824631538397898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/4194824631538397898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/4194824631538397898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/10/words-from-loser.html' title='a ym conversation that punched some sense into me--'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-1161532555601886955</id><published>2009-10-04T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:56:28.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Big Fight, Ateneo!</title><content type='html'>*Ateneo loses to UE on its second game*&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: what if we don't win?&lt;br /&gt;Gus: champions don't ask that question. they ask themselves, "how do we win?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KABLAM! and it hit me right then and there. i shouldn't be sulking too much over losing 20 points to UE... there's still a third game! so rather than mumbling about how the game sucked, i should be brainstorming on how to get good tickets for this thursday's final game... the last for this season, and hopefully the last in my college life! so how's it gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up on tuesday at 4am to line up, buy 'em two golden tickets to the Ateneo-UE game, and run to the covcourts in time for my morning shift in the relief operations? hmmm... sounds good to me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, life isn't about what if's... screw them, possibilities. we make our own destiny! how exactly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start by turning all our "WTF's?" to "FTW"! yes, For The Win!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-1161532555601886955?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/1161532555601886955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=1161532555601886955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/1161532555601886955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/1161532555601886955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-big-fight-ateneo.html' title='One Big Fight, Ateneo!'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-6413064191950318036</id><published>2009-10-04T01:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:07:35.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love mikey boy</title><content type='html'>but there are times when i just don't understand him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*while walking to the dorm*&lt;br /&gt;mikey: colot! stay on the sidewalk. there's a car coming!&lt;br /&gt;nicole: huh? i'm big enough to be noticed, mike.&lt;br /&gt;mikey: you're not big enough. you're bite-size.&lt;br /&gt;nicole: ahhh bastusa!&lt;br /&gt;mikey: oh wait, you're not bite-size, billy is.&lt;br /&gt;nicole: unsa man diay ko?!&lt;br /&gt;mikey: you're tapeworm-size.&lt;br /&gt;nicole: ?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*we see a fat kid helping out in the relief operations*&lt;br /&gt;nicole: awwwwww, she's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;mikey: i know right? she's so cute, i want to bite her head off! numnum!&lt;br /&gt;nicole: ?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*while i'm manning the registration booth in the relief operations, mikey comes and smells my arm*&lt;br /&gt;nicole: mike, stop smelling me!&lt;br /&gt;mikey: ayy, but you smell good. you smell like a girl.&lt;br /&gt;nicole: ?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-6413064191950318036?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/6413064191950318036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=6413064191950318036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6413064191950318036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6413064191950318036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-mikey-boy.html' title='i love mikey boy'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-1931953732229611678</id><published>2009-10-02T01:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T01:31:38.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a post Typhoon Ondoy blog</title><content type='html'>that day when the rain wouldn't stop pouring and i could see the Loyola Cemetery turning into a large lake of murky water from my window, i knew something was going wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart has been on a roller coaster ride since then. it jumped from indifference, to fear, to desperation, to hope... i've never felt more alive. and i know everything that i've chosen to do about the wrath of Ondoy is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because at the end of the day when i've exhausted all my energy, my heart is still smiling. Ateneo Task Force Ondoy is my new addiction. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-1931953732229611678?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/1931953732229611678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=1931953732229611678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/1931953732229611678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/1931953732229611678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-typhoon-ondoy-blog.html' title='a post Typhoon Ondoy blog'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-8179616842550538854</id><published>2009-09-25T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T18:20:46.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hugwalk</title><content type='html'>from here to wherever you are. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-8179616842550538854?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/8179616842550538854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>on simple joys that make my day</title><content type='html'>because of cancelled classes, we'll be following the monday sched tomorrow. i hate my MWF classes. imagine 2 different lectures of chem and a boring theo class! *GAH* but here's something to celebrate the Monday sched on a supposedly "no-class-thursday":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast with billy and shanon... and then MWF lunch with my loves! oh, the best of both days &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWF lunch has always been special to me since i-don't-know-when. there's a reason to celebrate with my loves just every time... reasons that range from J's butt to thomas crapper, and even to the most absurd event that we find in wikipedia (today is first-public-version-of-the-web-browser-mozilla-firefox-is-released day). whatever it may be, there's no stopping us from having our 11:30 lunch at Zekaf. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love how i get to spend even just one hour of my crappy weekdays with the people who always ALWAYS make my day. i guess i don't really need to look for an event in wikipedia... deep inside, i know they are enough reason to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;advanced happy it's-a-monday-sched-today day, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-1366631017660086505?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/1366631017660086505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=1366631017660086505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/1366631017660086505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/1366631017660086505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-simple-joys-that-make-my-day.html' title='on simple joys that make my day'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-8051404593222193320</id><published>2009-09-19T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T09:52:30.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAIL</title><content type='html'>HUGCOUNT GOAL FOR THE DAY: 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTUAL HUGCOUNT: 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. kim ong           &lt;br /&gt;2. mia tonogbanua    &lt;br /&gt;3. jeff dy          &lt;br /&gt;4. jody ledesma      &lt;br /&gt;5. ken casas      &lt;br /&gt;6. john go          &lt;br /&gt;7. mariel calejesan &lt;br /&gt;8. hazel yap          &lt;br /&gt;9. chelsea pecson    &lt;br /&gt;10. cookie enriquez   &lt;br /&gt;11. nikka consunji    &lt;br /&gt;12. ervin dy          &lt;br /&gt;13. kiki ongsiyping   &lt;br /&gt;14. tanya mendoza     &lt;br /&gt;15. jorge uy          &lt;br /&gt;16. luby lubaton&lt;br /&gt;17. jemika soledad&lt;br /&gt;18. dave anastacio&lt;br /&gt;19. acey mendoza&lt;br /&gt;20. janna alcantara&lt;br /&gt;21. anjo damasco&lt;br /&gt;22. jd ngeo&lt;br /&gt;23. chester valdellon&lt;br /&gt;24. bocho bascuna&lt;br /&gt;25. bruce sua&lt;br /&gt;26. anton baldemor&lt;br /&gt;27. billy santos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAAAAAIL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-8051404593222193320?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-4351154107118454907</id><published>2009-09-18T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:28:25.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIGH FIVE!</title><content type='html'>the beauty of real friendships&lt;br /&gt;is that even when you think it's gone,&lt;br /&gt;it knocks on your door quite unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;and when you let it in yet again--&lt;br /&gt;you know all the pain it once caused you?&lt;br /&gt;they don't matter anymore... just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed you, dong! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-4351154107118454907?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-3846053415918799957</id><published>2009-09-18T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:01:35.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody loves jauro</title><content type='html'>while boarding a cab to SM Baguio, billy and jauro take the front seat...&lt;br /&gt;Jauro: manong, ipod nyo po.&lt;br /&gt;*tingin kaming lahat*&lt;br /&gt;Jauro: ay, seatbelt lang pala!&lt;br /&gt;*billy opens the window and shouts it to the whole world*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while riding a cab back to Teachers' Camp&lt;br /&gt;*billy singing*&lt;br /&gt;Jauro: ay kuya, si billy po pala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later that night,&lt;br /&gt;Billy: bakit mo ba ako pinakilala sa driver?&lt;br /&gt;Jauro: hindi ko rin alam. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while the girls are talking in the room, Jauro comes in&lt;br /&gt;Jauro: ay, puro babae!&lt;br /&gt;*jauro goes out*&lt;br /&gt;the girls run to give Jauro a group hug&lt;br /&gt;Jauro: okay. awkward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-3846053415918799957?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/3846053415918799957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=3846053415918799957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/3846053415918799957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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castro&lt;br /&gt;5. mikey solomon&lt;br /&gt;6. pia tecson&lt;br /&gt;7. rose cupin&lt;br /&gt;8. hazel yap&lt;br /&gt;9. erika hayco&lt;br /&gt;10. shobe munda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's goal: 30 hugs! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-8849039344023879717?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/8849039344023879717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=8849039344023879717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/8849039344023879717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SrIufw1srWI/AAAAAAAAAc0/pnyVIWIJK2c/s400/9327_131651039351_579524351_2586366_2700546_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382415627882114402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanon was right. Teachers’ Camp hasn’t changed. The tile in the middle of Pages Hall’s conference room has been broken ever since. NEAP Hall was still farthest from civilization; Quirino Hall, still small and intimate; Quezon Hall, still humid and jam-packed; and Benitez Hall, still with the most number of participants ever hungry to learn. Everything looked the same—old, scary, freezing. But why do we keep coming back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know the reason. And I don’t think words will ever give it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SrIuurVtJUI/AAAAAAAAAc8/mKjMeYWeC4M/s1600-h/8823_129881299291_637164291_2309443_8126662_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SrIuurVtJUI/AAAAAAAAAc8/mKjMeYWeC4M/s400/8823_129881299291_637164291_2309443_8126662_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382415884103787842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-5848899878475753527?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/5848899878475753527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=5848899878475753527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/5848899878475753527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/5848899878475753527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-deped-nltsgo-thought.html' title='a post deped-nltsgo thought'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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/__Knmo2XSLe0/SrIufw1srWI/AAAAAAAAAc0/pnyVIWIJK2c/s72-c/9327_131651039351_579524351_2586366_2700546_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-5478530348459238265</id><published>2009-09-10T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T01:21:26.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW :)</title><content type='html'>around a year ago, i grew close to one of my kids in DepEd-NLTSGO. i remember him coming to me after the breakout sessions to ask about college life. he was graduating high school then, and i could see it in his eyes how much he wanted to get into ateneo and join STRAINs. it's no doubt he was my favorite because i never forgot his name, Nino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during this school year's dorm orsem, i was hoping i could find him among those freshmen in their goofy costumes trying to get our signatures-- but i didn't. I tried going over the list to see if there was a Nino from Surigao-- but there wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took another DepEd-NLTSGO to pass for me to finally find him. seeing his comment on my wall post for billy literally froze a big 15-second smile on my face! even as we talked and catched up, i still couldn't believe it. my day couldn't have been any happier :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out he did pass the ACET, but his mom wanted him to take up accounting in USC Cebu. why do i have a strong feeling i'd bump into him someday soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, it's funny how fate works. when you lose touch with someone who has made a difference in your life, the whole world conspires for you to meet again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-5478530348459238265?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/5478530348459238265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=5478530348459238265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/5478530348459238265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/5478530348459238265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow.html' title='WOW :)'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-8247540872504646673</id><published>2009-09-03T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:20:43.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SrIpe79jI_I/AAAAAAAAAcs/ayl9oxGIKBE/s1600-h/Russell-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SrIpe79jI_I/AAAAAAAAAcs/ayl9oxGIKBE/s320/Russell-up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382410116129825778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IT MAY SEEM BORING, BUT I THINK IT'S THE BORING STUFF THAT I REMEMBER THE MOST." -Russell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched UP with Mia today. this was the part when Russell talked about how his dad used to take him to a curb and count cars. my heart melted. yesterday would have been my parents' silver wedding anniversary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-8247540872504646673?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/8247540872504646673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=8247540872504646673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/8247540872504646673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/8247540872504646673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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/__Knmo2XSLe0/SrIpe79jI_I/AAAAAAAAAcs/ayl9oxGIKBE/s72-c/Russell-up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-8345281891210861128</id><published>2009-08-27T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T11:36:47.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>august is ending, but the stress isn't. i wish i could, even just for a day, stop caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god for random hugwalks and surprise kisses when i feel like giving up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-8345281891210861128?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/8345281891210861128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=8345281891210861128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/8345281891210861128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/8345281891210861128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-is-ending-but-stress-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-7183332943961470402</id><published>2009-08-15T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T03:51:53.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on yearbook write-ups</title><content type='html'>God knows how many times i've tried to do my write-up, but always, i ended up staring at berting as it stared right back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first, i wanted to do it myself coz i knew how busy my friends were (and deymn, it's not easy writing for someone else), but i had no choice. i guess i don't know myself that much. HAHA. so i asked helped from the people whom i think knew me best, but i wasn't able to include everything. i'll leave them here, so their efforts wouldn't be put to waste ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COCO my most loved blockmate:&lt;br /&gt;Full of spontaneity,s mall but terrible, masarap kakwentuhan, very sensible, has lots of kooky ideas, masayang kasama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIM my pinaka langlang in the whole world:&lt;br /&gt;Superfriend, creative, best spirit lifter ever, writer, walay libog, secret keeper&lt;br /&gt;accepting, humble genius talent; you know when I need you most even without me having to tell you; someone I could walk in comfortable silence with and I could laugh inappropriately with and all else in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN my big-headed paleolithic loser:&lt;br /&gt;The only friend you need to survive in this world (trust me, it took him so much time to come up with this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIGUEL my pinaka-kulit orgmate:&lt;br /&gt;Very quiet, loves to laugh and eat, good friend but very cautious as well; it takes time to know her; loves to party, soft spoken, loves to listen or in my case, has no other choice but to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIO my make-believe brother whom i loooove:&lt;br /&gt;she's very approachable and is game for everything. she doesn't judge things that others normally would, and that draws people to her, she's funny at times yet has her moments of silence. she's witty, smart, and she doesn't take up much space. what more could anyone ask for? she's a yes woman, saying yes to life and living it to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRANCES my bestestest friend:&lt;br /&gt;Personality-wise, i'd like to think my best friend resembles one of the characters from my favorite tv shows, but i realized that she doesn't. she is unique. she is an intelligent, down to earth, trustworthy, level-headed person who is always giving of herself to those who need her. she is the best friend anyone could ever have, and i'm super lucky to have her as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-7183332943961470402?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/7183332943961470402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=7183332943961470402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/7183332943961470402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/7183332943961470402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-yearbook-write-ups.html' title='on yearbook write-ups'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-4356068425776675033</id><published>2009-08-11T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:27:22.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear self</title><content type='html'>you cannot afford a breakdown. not now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-4356068425776675033?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/4356068425776675033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-6630724565621819177</id><published>2009-07-23T11:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:45:41.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SENIOR YEAR... what i've learned thus far</title><content type='html'>being honest in "i've never" games with the right people makes inuman nights so much more meaningful. it's not really about revealing DEEP DARK SECRETS; it's about realizing you're never alone... there will always be someone to drink up with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when time is ticking and each day brings you closer to the end of college, you will do anything and EVERYTHING just for the sake of it. bend the rules, break them if you want. get caught by the police, purposely leave your ID at home and play dakop2x with the guards in school, cut classes for extra-curricular activities (or to sleep)... just for the heck of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of things won't turn out as you planned. you may have come up with brilliant ideas for months, but always, something will go wrong. people will disappoint you, but that doesn't mean they can't be trusted anymore. the weather and other things beyond your control will disappoint you, but that shouldn't take you down. most of all, you will disappoint yourself... over and over again... but who's to say there's no room for change? you have your whole life ahead of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall in love, and fall out of love. allow yourself to be kilig, make yourself vulnerable. if your heart gets broken, mend it. if you break someone's heart, make sure you don't repeat the same mistakes with the next one. try to stay friends with your ex's. after all, you were friends before you became one of those cheesy couples who can't get enough of each other in the lobby. but hopefully, things will work out for the both of you. if it does, then anything must be worth everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surround yourself with friends... real ones. within your college years, you find many friends from all corners of the school, but not all of them will stay. when you find your real friends, stick with them. they're the ones who will cry with you when you fail a long test, bring you medicines and gatorade when you're sick, carry you to your room when you're too drunk to walk... they will be there no matter what circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find out what you love and stick to it. by now, you should have found the right org/s for you. step up. this is your last chance... your final year. once you step out of the grounds of the Ateneo, there's no turning back time. so let your voice be heard, bring your org forward before it's too late. i tell you, if something really matters to you, it's gonna be worth your time, effort and sleepless nights. trust me, it's even worth more than that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because in college, they say they want to prepare you for the real world. when you think about it, it shouldn't be all about studying and getting A's in long tests. you will learn a lot more outside than you do in the classrooms. yes, you need to pass all those sucky subjects to get you into the job you want. but to learn how to live your life in the real world, all you really have to do is live it, and you will learn as you go along. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-6630724565621819177?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/6630724565621819177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=6630724565621819177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SlSKDlrJ4tI/AAAAAAAAAZc/5HKmFIuF5-w/s1600-h/snippets098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SlSKDlrJ4tI/AAAAAAAAAZc/5HKmFIuF5-w/s400/snippets098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356057651107717842" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gorjus: hey there, lonely pill! how does it feel to be alone?&lt;br /&gt;bioflu: it's sad. where have all my brothers gone?&lt;br /&gt;gorjus: they all tried to save my life, but big bad cough was too strong.&lt;br /&gt;bioflu: bad boys never win! we can't let him win!&lt;br /&gt;gorjus: wanna try your luck and be my hero?&lt;br /&gt;bioflu: sure, gorjus! i'll fight big bad cough for you!&lt;br /&gt;gorjus: ok, then. off you go to my tummy!&lt;br /&gt;bioflu: WEEEEE! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****and so my mind makes up stories during analytical chem discussions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-3463007408761133784?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/3463007408761133784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=3463007408761133784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/3463007408761133784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/3463007408761133784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/07/lonely-pill.html' title='the lonely pill'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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/__Knmo2XSLe0/SlSKDlrJ4tI/AAAAAAAAAZc/5HKmFIuF5-w/s72-c/snippets098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-6472026626969500010</id><published>2009-06-25T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:21:40.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on letting go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SkNA0f6I4bI/AAAAAAAAAYs/_1k7f8vMHLE/s1600-h/IMG-0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SkNA0f6I4bI/AAAAAAAAAYs/_1k7f8vMHLE/s200/IMG-0278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351192052909007282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SkNA0hT9ecI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ssKw7DvXVC4/s1600-h/IMG-0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SkNA0hT9ecI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ssKw7DvXVC4/s200/IMG-0279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351192053285747138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SkNA00ae0iI/AAAAAAAAAY8/x1eelCipF6M/s1600-h/IMG-0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SkNA00ae0iI/AAAAAAAAAY8/x1eelCipF6M/s200/IMG-0280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351192058413371938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SkNA1Nb90FI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ZjIi-6GOFR4/s1600-h/IMG-0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SkNA1Nb90FI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ZjIi-6GOFR4/s200/IMG-0282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351192065130483794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, you just have to let go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the things that make you angry, of your fears, of your prejudices on certain matters, and of past hurts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, of the things that make your life comfortable, of whatever makes you smile for now, of the people you love, and of the little joys they bring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SkNBZzswtHI/AAAAAAAAAZU/xfeDmXxDzlc/s1600-h/IMG-0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SkNBZzswtHI/AAAAAAAAAZU/xfeDmXxDzlc/s320/IMG-0283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351192693876765810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because maybe you're meant for something more. and someday, you'll realize it was worth all the pain of setting free. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-6472026626969500010?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/6472026626969500010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-4835599135263674925</id><published>2009-06-13T12:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T02:06:41.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tails.</title><content type='html'>we flip a coin to make tough decisions between our desires and what's right. the coin tells us to do the right thing, but we flip it again and again until it tells us to do what we want. when troubles come, we blame the coin. we blame fate. we say fate has brought us to where we are now. we say fate has told us to follow our desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, we ask for signs, but we defy them. they're just there so we have something put the blame on when things go wrong. but at the end of the day, we make our own destiny, and there's no blaming anything or anyone else but us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-4835599135263674925?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/4835599135263674925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=4835599135263674925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/4835599135263674925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/4835599135263674925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/06/tails.html' title='tails.'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-1115986199504670085</id><published>2009-06-08T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:13:14.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L for leaver.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...funny, sweet, trustworthy, reliable, never pretentious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're also lazy, childish, impulsive and a cigarette vendo machine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the best part about you is that you know exactly how to make me smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;had i known you're spending your senior year apart from us, i would've tried to make the most out of our last sem together. college would be so much different without you, bai, but shit happens. and there's no way we're gonna let that bring us down! :) rockband and inuman til sawa na ni sa sembreak! pagbinut-an para ma extend na imo curfew! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-1115986199504670085?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/1115986199504670085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=1115986199504670085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/1115986199504670085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/1115986199504670085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/06/l-for-leaver.html' title='L for leaver.'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-813108641456598510</id><published>2009-06-03T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:07:33.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soulmates</title><content type='html'>big scary green and red lizard, meet not-so-scary-lizard-on-my-leg. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SiVM7VkuvpI/AAAAAAAAAYc/QEwtatAcF98/s1600-h/IMG_0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342761115232157330" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SiVM7VkuvpI/AAAAAAAAAYc/QEwtatAcF98/s320/IMG_0508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SiVM7q7xAZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/EmvibXdEe1o/s1600-h/IMG_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342761120965919122" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SiVM7q7xAZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/EmvibXdEe1o/s320/IMG_0511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-813108641456598510?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/813108641456598510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=813108641456598510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/813108641456598510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/813108641456598510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/06/soulmates.html' title='soulmates'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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/__Knmo2XSLe0/SiVM7VkuvpI/AAAAAAAAAYc/QEwtatAcF98/s72-c/IMG_0508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-1758503842063285538</id><published>2009-06-02T20:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:44:28.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lasts of college summers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i stumbled upon coco's blog on her lasts of college, and i thought it would be a great way to remind myself to seize every bit of my senior year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i came up with my own "lasts" thus far...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY LAST (and only?) ARSA FORMSEM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;April 24-26, 2009&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342704436641222066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SiUZYNXnTbI/AAAAAAAAAXU/B0H5763DmrY/s400/3294_90998483456_694108456_1906990_1541533_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342706036819641746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SiUa1Wf4RZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ewg_Wu4Qt_M/s400/summer09-966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY LAST SUMMER DORM PARTY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;May 1, 2009&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342708433922625074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SiUdA4ZxDjI/AAAAAAAAAXk/hM6uv0-hxUg/s400/summmerrr-105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342708432933408354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SiUdA0t6zmI/AAAAAAAAAXs/-G998U7N7w8/s400/summmerrr-137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342708439108823138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SiUdBLuQKGI/AAAAAAAAAX0/_zAyX-JRzcQ/s400/4167_92547018456_694108456_1926644_16152_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;...and the list will get longer through the coming months.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-1758503842063285538?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/1758503842063285538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=1758503842063285538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/1758503842063285538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/1758503842063285538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/06/lasts-of-college-summers.html' title='the lasts of college summers'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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/__Knmo2XSLe0/SiUZYNXnTbI/AAAAAAAAAXU/B0H5763DmrY/s72-c/3294_90998483456_694108456_1906990_1541533_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-7161839123647876427</id><published>2009-05-23T01:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T14:47:21.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what joy!</title><content type='html'>i know posting a nonsense blog after a month of hibernation can rather be disappointing, but i couldn't contain my excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.childrensgardenphoto.com/"&gt;Children's Garden Photography Studio&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339779275091875298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/Shq09ZbYFeI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Xq1oy8_Hzo4/s400/childrensgarden.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday, i will have a studio just like that. it's too good a dream to be true, but i'm glad i have kimber to share this with... this alone makes it feel so real. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-7161839123647876427?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/7161839123647876427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=7161839123647876427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/7161839123647876427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/7161839123647876427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-joy.html' title='what joy!'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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/__Knmo2XSLe0/Shq09ZbYFeI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Xq1oy8_Hzo4/s72-c/childrensgarden.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-6462595004229000102</id><published>2009-04-20T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:18:58.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's a rainbow always after the rain</title><content type='html'>...or at least a little one drawn on a misty windshield of a car that broke down in the middle of a busy road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you feel that fate is against you, think of alanis morrisette's ironic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"an old man, turned ninety-eight, won the lottery and died the next day... a black fly on your chardonnay... a death row pardon two minutes too late" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or four people who decided to catch a flick and ended up stuck in the car somewhere along the highway on a rainy evening. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life can't be too bad! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-6462595004229000102?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/6462595004229000102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=6462595004229000102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6462595004229000102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6462595004229000102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/04/theres-rainbow-always-after-rain.html' title='there&apos;s a rainbow always after the rain'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-3353444481224679667</id><published>2009-04-13T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:18:48.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>samok kaayo ka :(</title><content type='html'>kinsa nalang akong kulitun ug rockband or cantina?&lt;br /&gt;kinsa nalang akong kuyog tuun sa sbc?&lt;br /&gt;kinsa nalang akong sahia?&lt;br /&gt;kinsa nalang akong binuangan ug all the single ladies?&lt;br /&gt;kinsa nalang akong sturyaan about everything?&lt;br /&gt;kinsa nalang akong sawayun nga pinakabayot sa UDN?&lt;br /&gt;kinsa nalang mu chika nako sa iyang baduy lovelife plans?&lt;br /&gt;kinsa nalang akong kuyog GB?&lt;br /&gt;kinsa nalang ang only boy na maabot nakog agbay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-3353444481224679667?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/3353444481224679667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=3353444481224679667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/3353444481224679667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/3353444481224679667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/04/samok-kaayo-ka.html' title='samok kaayo ka :('/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-755174541875288898</id><published>2009-03-28T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:14:32.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to the unemployed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;monching ramos. &lt;/span&gt;thank you for being there when i had no one else to talk to about certain things. kahit alam ko na sinasabi mo kay ken lahat ng sinasabi ko na SECRET lang dapat, ok lang. having someone like you to listen is more than enough. i'll miss our jokes that are either bastos or just kadiri. at the end of it all, ito lang masasabi ko sa yo: =) =* =P OH YES, SIXMATE!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bocho bascuna. &lt;/span&gt;thank you for the times when you'd adopt me on your dates with calejes. wag kang mag-alala, balang araw makakahanap na rin ako ng boyfriend... masosolo mo na siya. haha :) without you and monch, i have no one else to tease myself to. huhu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cris blardony. &lt;/span&gt;thanks for the wonderful sem by your side (literally.) haha you are one cool roommate, and i'm glad to have spent a sem on the same corner with you. nagmukha mang payatas ang corner natin, mas marumi pa rin kina mar! haha! i'll miss hiding from our odd neighbor while telling stories about multos and her might-be-relatives! HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lara tonogbanua. &lt;/span&gt;what can i say, sawa na ako sa mga tonogbanua!=P but you are one of the two of my favorite tonogbanua's in the world! i'm sure gonna miss those times when you'd knock on my door to sell stuff or just to samok us! hahahaha... wala na kaming gossip girl from eliazo :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to the rest of the seniors whom i missed (i know there are a lot), thank you. you have so much ahead of you. don't forget to savor every moment because just as college has passed a tad bit too quickly for you guys, the real world's gonna be a rush!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;run the race, but pause once in a while... and smile for the picture! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-755174541875288898?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/755174541875288898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=755174541875288898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/755174541875288898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/755174541875288898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-unemployed.html' title='to the unemployed'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-4201325481737784991</id><published>2009-03-23T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:18:42.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>undo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want you to stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ctrl+z.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go away!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-4201325481737784991?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/4201325481737784991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=4201325481737784991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/4201325481737784991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/4201325481737784991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/03/undo.html' title='undo'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-6159149157016220038</id><published>2009-03-21T18:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:33:44.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an aha moment for me</title><content type='html'>it was a few hours before our long exams when we all felt we've had enough studying for the day. so we ordered pizza and decided to play dream day on my laptop. our eyes were all glued on berting to look for stuff hidden in the picture when mariel and her wandering mind suddenly bloated, "i think i can use this game for philo," (yeap, she's random like that.) "you know how the game asks you to look for something, and you think it's this thing, but it's not?" (yeap, she's confusing like that.) "pilosopiya!" (yeap, she's weird like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and surprisingly, i understood. a few days back, mia and i played the same game. we had 3 minutes left to look for one more thing, a stamp. we searched here and there for that one rubber stamp to end the game but couldn't find it. so we used our last hint only to find out that we were supposed to look for a post stamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's when a thought hit me. nope, this has nothing to do with philosophy anymore (or so i believe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine walking along a path that leads to a barrel of reese's peanut butter cups (or whatever makes you happy. haha)... more often than not, your eyes would probably be on the cups the whole time, without having to realize that the path itself was made up of peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, sometimes we tend to become too obsessed to find what we think we want, without considering that what we want might just be something else. something completely different. i'd like to think we're far less materialistic than we all seem. what moves us isn't what we want but that unexplainable feeling of content after working hard for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness, for the lack of a better word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think finding happiness has a lot to do about what you think would make you happy and what really makes you happy. the more you're open to the possibility that there's happiness in a lot of things, the easier you'd find what truly makes you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and i hope we all find happiness in the smallest things in this seemingly sad saaaad world. what do you think? =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-6159149157016220038?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/6159149157016220038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=6159149157016220038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6159149157016220038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6159149157016220038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/03/aha-moment-for-me.html' title='an aha moment for me'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-8697834595718427532</id><published>2009-03-15T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T15:06:29.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halo by Martina Sandiego</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6a9579e3a7cc1591" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6a9579e3a7cc1591%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330225593%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D386A0E47522B473ABE47521F1A86C7251615D9B8.4D0D4CD7B1311A682BA8EFAB0F999626151B92B1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a9579e3a7cc1591%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvQlIeMcwXwhzBh8jbPH3KUW59iY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6a9579e3a7cc1591%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330225593%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D386A0E47522B473ABE47521F1A86C7251615D9B8.4D0D4CD7B1311A682BA8EFAB0F999626151B92B1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a9579e3a7cc1591%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvQlIeMcwXwhzBh8jbPH3KUW59iY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;***she's one of the reasons why i want a ukulele (i hope ahia gets me one). HAHA... i'm an avid fan. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;for more of marti's videos, visit andie's youtube site &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/andierhean"&gt;andierhean&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-8697834595718427532?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/8697834595718427532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=8697834595718427532' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/8697834595718427532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/8697834595718427532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/03/halo-by-martina-san-diego.html' title='Halo by Martina Sandiego'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-150204410435732021</id><published>2009-03-12T00:35:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T01:28:24.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh when chem freaks collide</title><content type='html'>***ON SUPERIMPOSABLE MOLECULES***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Molecules that are identical."&lt;br /&gt;-PD Dr. Stefan Immel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Something that may be laid or placed on or over something else."&lt;br /&gt;-http://www.dictionary.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pag pinagpatong-patong lahat ng boys ni Mariel. Sina B, M and J... superimposable!"&lt;br /&gt;-Nicole Rae Wong, BS MAC '10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? Si B and M klaro superimposable pero ngano apil man si J?"&lt;br /&gt;-Kirsten Vincente Casas, BS MAC '10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Superimposable ung unbelievable sobra. kasi diba kung posable pwede mangyari so super imposable, sobrang di pwedeng mangyari. haha!"&lt;br /&gt;-Ramon Alberto Ramos, BS Psych '09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yawa! Matulog nalang ko!"&lt;br /&gt;-Marie Elaine Calejesan, BS Mgt '10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-150204410435732021?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/150204410435732021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=150204410435732021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/150204410435732021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/150204410435732021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-superimposable-chemical-structures.html' title='oh when chem freaks collide'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-4520450988775689500</id><published>2009-03-11T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:06:08.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bisag unsaon ug pahumot sa igit, igit gihapon.</title><content type='html'>i must admit, i actually had fun studying org chem last night... &lt;u&gt;for the first time&lt;/u&gt;. like when those geniuses who were once unaware that they could do great things finally realized what they were born for, i felt as if i've reached my turning point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh scrap that. i THOUGHT i've reached my turning point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but life has its way of slapping me with the reality that i'm no different from an elementary kid who can't draw the structure of L-leucine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;salamat, modesto chua, at hindi mo na pinatagal tong kahibangan ko.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isn't my turning point after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my, well... it's my point of no return. in a few months i'm gonna be a senior. there's no way i'm turning my back on this. after everything i've been through, there's no way i'm giving up this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because a year from now, i'm gonna get a diploma that says BS Management of Applied Chemistry. i will be remembered as a sucky MAC major, but a survivor, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for that time to come. maybe that will be my turning point... or another point of no return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai. igit uy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;twas a load of bull. twis a load of bull. twill forever be a load of bull.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;uuuy! starring the non-bitter darlene lois.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-4520450988775689500?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/4520450988775689500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=4520450988775689500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/4520450988775689500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/4520450988775689500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/03/bisag-unsaon-ug-pahumot-sa-igit-igit.html' title='bisag unsaon ug pahumot sa igit, igit gihapon.'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-8200570383993531982</id><published>2009-03-04T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:57:41.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>echo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;close my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;let the whole thing pass me by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is no time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to waste asking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-8200570383993531982?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/8200570383993531982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=8200570383993531982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/8200570383993531982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/8200570383993531982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/03/echo.html' title='echo'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-5874924471409296621</id><published>2009-02-26T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T01:19:01.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPYNESS is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SabF9IRlYZI/AAAAAAAAAXE/q_eXJ0GqsnM/s1600-h/nicole2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307146864886636946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SabF9IRlYZI/AAAAAAAAAXE/q_eXJ0GqsnM/s400/nicole2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my planner... with coco's random notes, ken's doodles and john's kuriskuris&lt;br /&gt;2. surprise freecuts especially in 3-hour classes!&lt;br /&gt;3. rockband/inuman/marikina saturday nights with the guys&lt;br /&gt;4. SBC study nights with my favorite study buddies&lt;br /&gt;5. spontaneous stopovers before heading to the dorm&lt;br /&gt;6. krispy kreme's cookies n cream donut dipped in hot chocolate... YUM!&lt;br /&gt;7. jorge's baon every org chem to satisfy my hunger&lt;br /&gt;8. kate micucci's dear deer and worst songs medley&lt;br /&gt;9. my super messy corkboard and everything stuck on it&lt;br /&gt;10. going home to cebu after a looong deadly semester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wala lang, i was browsing through our college photos and found this. it's one of john's very few matinong edits of my pictures. the rest either deliberately highlighted my nose (yes, i have a big nose. thank you, papa) or made me look ugly. haha! it just got me thinking, ang babaw nga pala talaga ng kaligayahan ko. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-5874924471409296621?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/5874924471409296621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-865214680013656464</id><published>2009-02-22T04:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:11:33.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hats off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;there are many stages that the heart goes through&lt;br /&gt;just read the many pages that have led you to&lt;br /&gt;the one your heart belongs to and sings its songs to&lt;br /&gt;it all begins with hi, hello,&lt;br /&gt;the love her, hate him, love him so,&lt;br /&gt;first dance, first kiss, first ball, you know,&lt;br /&gt;it's all a part of the stages of love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LSS &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/Saa9VHa1FeI/AAAAAAAAAWU/fuh_PPpt0DQ/s1600-h/KCTatco-MG-2956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307137381369189858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/Saa9VHa1FeI/AAAAAAAAAWU/fuh_PPpt0DQ/s320/KCTatco-MG-2956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307140259115882658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/Saa_8n3G2KI/AAAAAAAAAW8/o_fUM3iIZ8g/s320/KCTatco-MG-3013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307139677387684946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/Saa_awwS_FI/AAAAAAAAAW0/p5J2w6x46jU/s320/KCTatco-MG-3086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd watch Stages of Love over and over again if I could. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-865214680013656464?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/865214680013656464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=865214680013656464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/865214680013656464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/865214680013656464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-all-begins-in-hi-hello.html' title='hats off!'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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/__Knmo2XSLe0/Saa9VHa1FeI/AAAAAAAAAWU/fuh_PPpt0DQ/s72-c/KCTatco-MG-2956.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-3204990089115658000</id><published>2009-02-08T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:45:19.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish i had a freeze ray, so i could stop the world =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-3204990089115658000?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/3204990089115658000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-2427321009289701600</id><published>2009-02-02T14:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:59:58.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on death</title><content type='html'>among creepy crawling insects, small ugly dogs, the sound of crickets at night, the thought of vampires and other things that i fear, today i realized there is one more thing i've always been afraid of--death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is, the thought of losing someone. it's way beyond the overrated drama of college break-ups... more than failed friendships, divorce or even hating someone that you choose not to see him anymore for the rest of your life. the death of a loved one brings an end to being with someone whom you've chosen to share your life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thought of no longer being able to feel the warmth of his embrace or the laughter he brings. that scares me... i know it scares a lot of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in philosphy, we talk about death as the only thing that's certain in our lives, so that when we finally face it-- whether it's someone else's or our own--we would know how to deal with it. it seems so simple talking about it in class, but i realized i don't think i will ever be completely ready for it. i just know it's gonna hurt so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess we just have to believe that everything happens for a reason. time and again, crimes, accidents and diseases seem to prove otherwise, but i've convinced myself that i just have to believe in it. other people may think it's pathetic to look for the good in whatever hell they go through; yet somehow, no matter how pathetic it may be, that little spark of faith is one of the few things that i believe would keep me going. it's what helped me through when i faced papa's untimely death some years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, how could we ever get through without the people who choose to face it with us. they remind us that we will never be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you are not alone. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-2427321009289701600?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/2427321009289701600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=2427321009289701600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/2427321009289701600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/2427321009289701600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-death.html' title='on death'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-6980770718926710924</id><published>2009-01-27T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:38:02.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GAAH!&lt;br /&gt;i hate thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;God, please tell me i'm overthinking.&lt;br /&gt;coz if it's real, i think it's gonna hurt&lt;br /&gt;twice as much as it did before. :(&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-6536038312470224700</id><published>2009-01-19T21:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:04:46.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>oftentimes, we find ourselves afraid of being away from the people we love. and i've notice it's more than the issue of trust or distance or time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're scared that they've changed... without us by their side. eventually, we blame that for hurting us. but really, change doesn't hurt us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hurt... because we close our eyes and hold on to the image of who they used to be. we pray hard that in time, the image becomes real. truth is, it'll never be real again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we find that we don't know them anymore, at least not as much. what used to make them laugh, how they prefer their breakfast cooked, their movie nights, their inside jokes... these become a thing of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we gradually learn that new look on our face that would crack them up, how to cook scrambled eggs with cheese instead of the usual sunnyside up... we learn that what used to be movie night is now booze night with the guys. we learn to live with who they are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because at the end of the day, there's this one little thing in them that reminds us of who we used to love. deep inside, they still cry over cheesy novels and are still afraid of the dark. and when we find that one little thing, we realize--we love them just the same. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-3768288358868198327.post-1074141640487520820</id><published>2009-01-17T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:30:29.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10</title><content type='html'>Write ten statements, intended to different people - things you've always wanted to tell them. Never tell which one is to whom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i never knew how much you mean to me until the time when i thought i'd lose you. please be strong, we can fight this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. thank you for the random notes on my planner. they always ALWAYS make my day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i'm happy with how things are between the both of us now. you remain special, and you will always be... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. you're the one person i could tell everything to. it's funny how you could tell how i feel before i even say it. i hope fate decides to be nice to us this year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i miss being one of the boys and listening to you sing eraserheads songs in the trike. you're like a brother to me, and you're great at that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. thank you for taking me out once in a while even though you live so far away. i know you're always busy, but i hope we could do this more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. no matter how much i deny it, i know things have changed over the past months. i just hope you know i'm still here for you... i'd punch him in the face if he becomes an ass. =9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. we've known each other since high school, but i never got to appreciate you as much as i do now. i'm looking forward to more bittersweet moments with you people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. you have no idea how much i care for you even though you piss me off most of the time. take care of that heart coz i still hate her. hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i miss you every single day, and i guess i will for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-1074141640487520820?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/1074141640487520820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=1074141640487520820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/1074141640487520820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/1074141640487520820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/01/10.html' title='10'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-2018933535605114926</id><published>2009-01-12T16:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:57:08.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guess who's coming to town!</title><content type='html'>nope, not the bearded old man in a red jumpsuit showing off his beer belly...&lt;br /&gt;SANTA was sooo last month! i have someone better in mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, there's four of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SWr-b2H33mI/AAAAAAAAAV4/h1saq4yVY5Y/s1600-h/fob2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290320466638528098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SWr-b2H33mI/AAAAAAAAAV4/h1saq4yVY5Y/s320/fob2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fall Out Boy is the bomb yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*tear*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;click &lt;a href="http://blog.edarevalo.net/?p=563"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more AWESOME details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope they play the song 20 Dollar Nose Bleed from their new album, and then *poof* Brendon from Panic at the Disco appears to sing his part! yes, i'm a dreamer :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, billy boy, for the best news i've heard since i discovered cold rock ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;and thank you, mama, for the best valentines' day gift i could ever imagine. heehee =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-2018933535605114926?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/2018933535605114926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=2018933535605114926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/2018933535605114926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/2018933535605114926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/01/guess-whos-coming-to-town.html' title='guess who&apos;s coming to town!'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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/__Knmo2XSLe0/SWr-b2H33mI/AAAAAAAAAV4/h1saq4yVY5Y/s72-c/fob2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-4653377076122892881</id><published>2009-01-12T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:18:47.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>permanent jet lag, please take me back!</title><content type='html'>i think my biological clock has changed...&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm jet lag?&lt;br /&gt;more like net lag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA...and i blame the person who must not be named!&lt;br /&gt;(CLUE: puul na kaayo iyang pangan, cge lang balik2x sa akong recent posts. abi niya special kaayo siya kay pirmi lang imention sa akong blog... but no! its just that... she's always the joke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. (oo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-4653377076122892881?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/4653377076122892881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=4653377076122892881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/4653377076122892881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/4653377076122892881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/01/permanent-jet-lag-please-take-me-back.html' title='permanent jet lag, please take me back!'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-7364813676984283887</id><published>2009-01-10T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:57:12.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shake it</title><content type='html'>...because darlene posted a survey in her blog.&lt;br /&gt;NASUYA ME HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 35 Little Secrets:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Be honest no matter what!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [ONE] Who was your last text from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Billy Boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [TWO] Where was your default pic taken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bianca's room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [THREE]Your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;closed for renovation HAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [FOUR] Have you ever lost a close friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [FIVE] What is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [SIX] What's your brother's name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gabe, bill, kyle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [SEVEN ] What's your favorite color(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [EIGHT] Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27 main st. dona rita :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [NINE] Have a crazy side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no. i'm always serious. hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [TEN] Ever had a near death experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when kyle drove us home haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [ELEVEN] Something you do a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scratch my nose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [TWELVE] Angry at anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES. refer to previous post. GAHHH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [THIRTEEN] What's stopping you from going for the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my chair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [FOURTEEN] When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [FIFTEEN] Is there anyone you would do anything for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;depends on what i get in return haha joke lang =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [SIXTEEN] What do you think about when you are falling asleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please, lord, keep the vampires away while i sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [SEVENTEEN] Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mariel calejes =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [EIGHTEEN] What are your favorite songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;right now, i'm diggin 20 dollar nose bleed by FOB!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [NINETEEN] What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stalling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [TWENTY] Who do you trust right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;darlene and marie because they have secrets i can spread anytime HAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [TWENTY-ONE] Where did you get the shirt you are wearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i bought it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [TWENTY-TWO] Have you kissed someone in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [TWENTY-THREE] What is your lucky number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont believe in lucky numbers haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [TWENTY-FOUR] Who are your friends that are closest to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BS =X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [TWENTY- FIVE] Describe your life in one word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [TWENTY- SIX] Have you ever kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes. haha oh how very cheesy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [TWENTY-SEVEN] Who are you thinking of right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the girl trapped in a man's body. i hope he dies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [TWENTY- EIGHT] What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;opman paper damn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; (TWENTY-NINE)If you could wish for something over a birthday cake right now what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wish i could fly to 27 main st :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [THIRTY] What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the sound of my laptop's exhaust fan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [THIRTY- ONE] Who was the last person who gave you a hug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coco =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [THIRTY- TWO] Who was the last person who yelled at you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think it was marie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [THIRTY- THREE] Do you act differently around the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no that's bull.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [THIRTY- FOUR] What is your natural hair color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vlack.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [THIRTY-FIVE]Who was the last person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;krz HAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-7364813676984283887?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/7364813676984283887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=7364813676984283887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/7364813676984283887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/7364813676984283887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/01/shake-it.html' title='shake it'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-2160675970371663514</id><published>2009-01-08T00:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:38:59.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARK YOUR WORD!</title><content type='html'>1. mark my words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Listen to what I say now, I am sure it will turn out to be true.&lt;br /&gt;It will snow in Greenland this winter you mark my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=mark+my+words"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to find similar meanings.&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;read below to have a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Lagria: khbaw ba kaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Lagria: gnhn ko mag study&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Lagria: pero......&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Lagria: ma distracted jd ko&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Lagria: unsay advice nmo 3rd yr fren?&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Rae Wong: darlene,&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Rae Wong: that's normal&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Rae Wong: muagi ra ta tanan ug distraction&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Rae Wong: pero in your case, murag maglisod ka&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Rae Wong: kay boang baya ka&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Lagria: BOANG KA DOC!&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Rae Wong: so akong advice nimo noh&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Rae Wong: pagpakamatay nalang&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Lagria: cge ha&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Lagria: d ka maguilty kng tom mamatay ko?&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Rae Wong: dili man cguro...&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Rae Wong: tanawn lang nato&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Rae Wong: itxt tka sa heaven kung maguilty ko&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Lagria: &lt;strong&gt;make ur word!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Lagria: &lt;strong&gt;watch ur word?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Lagria: aw unsay tawag ana??&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Lagria: &lt;strong&gt;mark ur word!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Lagria: &lt;strong&gt;mark ur mouth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Rae Wong: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Lagria: unsa naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Lagria: &lt;strong&gt;watch what u say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Lagria: unsa na coooole???&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Rae Wong: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Rae Wong: kajut sah darl di ko ka stop ug laugh&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Lagria: boang kaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Lagria: tabangi koooooo&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Lagria: nag lisod nko dri&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Rae Wong: hahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Lagria: &lt;strong&gt;mark ur words lagi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Rae Wong: sure ka na ba?&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Lagria: &lt;strong&gt;sure ur words?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Lagria: pisti ka cole!&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Lagria: unsa baaaa?&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Rae Wong: sure your words darl!!!&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Lagria: nooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Lagria: pisti ngpa tabang kong hannah. ga lisod sd sabot nako&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Lagria: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Rae Wong: hahahahhahahahahahahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-2160675970371663514?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/2160675970371663514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=2160675970371663514' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/2160675970371663514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/2160675970371663514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/01/mark-your-word.html' title='MARK YOUR WORD!'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-2751652078027553975</id><published>2009-01-07T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:19:57.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that youtube dude</title><content type='html'>david choi finally smiled!!!&lt;br /&gt;might i say i got excited...&lt;br /&gt;just a bit,&lt;br /&gt;but oh a &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; bit! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-2751652078027553975?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/2751652078027553975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=2751652078027553975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/2751652078027553975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/2751652078027553975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/01/that-youtube-dude.html' title='that youtube dude'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-2508520707940776387</id><published>2009-01-06T00:39:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:18:45.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live high</title><content type='html'>obviously, i wasn't able to blog right after i packed. i finished packing in the morning coz i accidentally fell asleep, let's just leave it at that. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i look back to the year that was, i wish i could have grabbed every chance of spending time with my blockmates, discovered gonzaga caf's strawberry shake earlier, gone to simbang gabi in gesu, taken advantage of the belfield lights in december, studied harder for org chem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH YOU GOT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just funny that, despite being the loser that i thought only i could be, i find that i am not alone... the truth is, most of us wish the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we wish we could have chosen to be happier.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i take comfort in knowing that i am surrounded by people who celebrate every mistake they've had in the past year... because no matter how many hearts were broken and how many tears were shed, in the end, we know we have each other. in fact, we wouldn't have known we got each other's back had we gotten the chance to visit heaven (if you know what i mean. HAHA :P) last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287855433782950850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SWI8gDJAe8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/xZzJ2UD3sPs/s320/DSCN2659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SWI9Hxrq1iI/AAAAAAAAAVo/mxJkJuCpQ1Q/s1600-h/DSCN2703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287856116291261986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SWI9Hxrq1iI/AAAAAAAAAVo/mxJkJuCpQ1Q/s320/DSCN2703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i leave 2008 without regrets or alcohol in my system!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i don't ever mind ending up being janitor nicole (as the t-rex ridiculously puts it) while everyone is struggling against the traitor called tanduuuway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;why, exactly? maybe because when they finally find the will to sober up the next day, i find that they are in fact capable of talking WITH sense. i love them when they're sane.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;oh wait, scrap that! they're even more priceless when drunk! trust me, it's a FUHREAKAZOID REALITY TV SHOW with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SWI5P-deh_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/LI1jpbVPC5E/s1600-h/DSCN2764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287851859113838578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SWI5P-deh_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/LI1jpbVPC5E/s320/DSCN2764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SWI5Hgxp3GI/AAAAAAAAAVI/tIzQ3H4fMIc/s1600-h/DSCN2751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287851713706450018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SWI5Hgxp3GI/AAAAAAAAAVI/tIzQ3H4fMIc/s320/DSCN2751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287851471445313106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SWI45aSGRlI/AAAAAAAAAVA/xR5naZYkDtw/s320/DSCN2766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SWI4to7WA-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/TT4pkcK0Nxc/s1600-h/DSCN2754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287851269217977314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SWI4to7WA-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/TT4pkcK0Nxc/s320/DSCN2754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU, BS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sabi nga ni jason mraz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;just take it easy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and celebrate the malleable reality,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because nothing is ever as it seems,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this life is but a dream."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this year, let us all visit heaven and parteeey like rockstars in the crib! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-2508520707940776387?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/2508520707940776387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=2508520707940776387' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/2508520707940776387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/2508520707940776387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2009/01/live-high.html' title='live high'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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/__Knmo2XSLe0/SWI8gDJAe8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/xZzJ2UD3sPs/s72-c/DSCN2659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-5015908282736416260</id><published>2009-01-03T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:44:19.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there goes my favorite lemon slice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so maybe i was wrong about my lemon slice...&lt;br /&gt;well, it wasn't mine to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;as marie says it,&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha i love you, bs.&lt;br /&gt;a longer post will follow when i'm done packing =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-5015908282736416260?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-1161009172688900850</id><published>2008-12-29T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:01:01.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to my palangs :)</title><content type='html'>Dearest Kimberly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to greet you personally, but my jet broke into pieces by itself. i called up the travel agency to get a ticket to Europe, but the embassy told me that my gorjusness would intimidate their locals. i ran to the nearest shore, but as i was about to swim, i figured you'd be here by the time i reach there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had not other choice, kimbs. so i suited up, and decided to fly... and now, i'm on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;hang on, i'm almost there.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SVdS7XuG8hI/AAAAAAAAAUA/G9tbETZjYdo/s1600-h/Astroboy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284783867675734546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Knmo2XSLe0/SVdS7XuG8hI/AAAAAAAAAUA/G9tbETZjYdo/s400/Astroboy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*here's a pic of me through my webcam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(who would have known there's wifi in space?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-1161009172688900850?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/1161009172688900850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=1161009172688900850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/1161009172688900850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/1161009172688900850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-my-palangs.html' title='to my palangs :)'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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/__Knmo2XSLe0/SVdS7XuG8hI/AAAAAAAAAUA/G9tbETZjYdo/s72-c/Astroboy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768288358868198327.post-4878851939704298832</id><published>2008-12-27T21:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:00:44.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here comes my favorite lemon slice :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what is it with the color that beams through my window pane?&lt;br /&gt;the exact same shade that leaves my knees weak...&lt;br /&gt;the kind that makes me wish i could stop the clock from ticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, it's back.&lt;br /&gt;and i hope this time, it stays. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-4878851939704298832?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/4878851939704298832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=4878851939704298832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/4878851939704298832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/4878851939704298832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-comes-my-favorite-lemon-slice.html' title='here comes my favorite lemon slice :)'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-8564989365666459678</id><published>2008-12-16T01:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T02:19:16.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friggin chemistry don't kid me. (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="lucida grande"&gt;so if the last post was about org chem, this one's dedicated to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you ready for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;u&gt;indus chem.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;i've expressed my loathe for organic chemistry over and again, and i have to say industrial chemistry is by a mile better. (&lt;em&gt;but still three miles behind solving accounting problems. gee, i miss accounting.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, indus is more tolerable than org chem coz at least this has solving numbers involved. but seriously, the fact that it's chemistry still makes it more than worthy to be in my hate list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just glad i'm done with the first org chem long exam. and i'm excited for the clock to strike 12:00 noon tomorrow, so i could finally say i got over with my indus chem exam as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemical processes. water hardness. atmospheric pollution. boilers. blah. could i be any more giddy about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go home.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-8564989365666459678?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/8564989365666459678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=8564989365666459678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/8564989365666459678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/8564989365666459678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2008/12/friggin-chemistry-dont-kid-me-part-2.html' title='friggin chemistry don&apos;t kid me. (part 2)'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-7079276392938739333</id><published>2008-12-09T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:32:43.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friggin chemistry don't kid me.</title><content type='html'>here's the thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have an org chem long exam tomorrow, and i really really have to finish studying tonight (duh!). but i can't just force myself to pull an all-nighter-- no, not just any all-nighter... a CHEM all-nighter! GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need inspiration...hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking:&lt;br /&gt;1. cold rock ice cream with reese's and cookie dough. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;2. episode 13 of gossip girl&lt;br /&gt;3. more episodes of scrubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must. resist. temptations....&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okey kokey, back to studying D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-7079276392938739333?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/7079276392938739333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=7079276392938739333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/7079276392938739333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/7079276392938739333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2008/12/friggin-chemistry-dont-kid-me.html' title='friggin chemistry don&apos;t kid me.'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-8913662373040436160</id><published>2008-12-01T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:55:34.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>divine intervention daw eh :P</title><content type='html'>it's crazy how two people break up and still say they'd end up together.&lt;br /&gt;a lot can happen over time, but i choose to believe them both.&lt;br /&gt;siguro nga inooveranalyze ko lang... sana nga tama sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lars! i hate you, and i love you.&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-8913662373040436160?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/8913662373040436160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=8913662373040436160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/8913662373040436160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/8913662373040436160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2008/12/divine-intervention-daw-eh-p.html' title='divine intervention daw eh :P'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-6211570294790642405</id><published>2008-11-23T16:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:38:23.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there goes he</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Scrubs. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=980413ed75370ed&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ba6b4d3fc35dd274&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/6211570294790642405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=6211570294790642405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6211570294790642405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6211570294790642405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2008/11/there-goes-my-hero.html' title='there goes he'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-119690563873463365</id><published>2008-11-21T13:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:53:10.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i'll try</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;It's time to try defying gravity, sabi sa Wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think life is a battle.&lt;br /&gt;It's a battle between conformity and defiance.&lt;br /&gt;A part of you says you're too scared;&lt;br /&gt;Another thinks you're crazy.&lt;br /&gt;But there is always only one final take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it worth the risk? I wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-119690563873463365?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/119690563873463365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=119690563873463365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/119690563873463365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/119690563873463365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-time-to-try-defying-gravity-sabi-sa.html' title='i think i&apos;ll try'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-2370215338467535604</id><published>2008-11-18T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T21:09:04.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a tad bit too different</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;After watching a couple of episodes of Scrubs, a thought hit me-- I wanna be a doctor. HAHA lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not the "eh anong mapapala mo jan?" kind of lame but the one that goes, "gago, takot ka kaya sa dugo!" I don't know… there are just times when I think I want something because of a certain moving experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for instance, Mia and I were talking about her cousin Anya and my cousin Julian (such cute babies!) when all of a sudden, I thought, "I want a baby! NOW!" (… na parang magic lang ang gumawa ng bata.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, probably the lamest, after listening to the song "I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz, I thought, "I wanna be an artist!" (lame nga, artist daw ba?)… and it happened again after hearing "When the Day Met the Night" by Panic at the Disco and "Viva La Vida" by Coldplay. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's my point? Ewan. Hahaha… it's just that I find it funny that it's so easy for me to say I want certain things that sometimes, I'm no longer being rational. See… I want to be a doctor because the interns in Scrubs have the craziest lives, but I couldn't even afford to get myself a blood test (eek!). I want to have a baby because their baby hands and baby feet are so adorable, but I don't want to be pregnant now and have saggy tummy afterwards. I want to be an artist because it feels great to see people appreciating my works of art, but I'm too afraid of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro nga I don't want those things. Or maybe I want them, but I don't REALLY want them. You see, in one of the episodes of Scrubs, JD said, "Nothing in this world that's worth having comes easy." I think I'd do anything to get the things that I really want. And the fact that I don't do anything to live out those dreams I've mentioned, and instead, allow them to rot in my romanticizing lazy mind only prove that they're not that important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't really want to be a doctor. What I really want is to be living my dreams in whatever line of work I'd get myself into in barely two years just as JD is doing in Scrubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't really want to have my own baby now. What I really want is a bottle of sunshine or a reason to be happy no matter what crap I am faced with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gawd, I don't think I really want to be an artist who gets all the attention. What I really want is to see the people who matter appreciate me for the things that I'm good at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things I'd do anything to have. These are what I REALLY want in my life. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-2370215338467535604?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/2370215338467535604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=2370215338467535604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/2370215338467535604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/2370215338467535604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2008/11/tad-bit-too-different.html' title='a tad bit too different'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-6820409696794277596</id><published>2008-11-17T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:41:56.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm...</title><content type='html'>38 days before Christmas., but it doesn't seem like it at all.&lt;br /&gt;Why do i have a feeling this year's Christmas wouldn't be as great as last year's?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-6820409696794277596?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/6820409696794277596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=6820409696794277596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6820409696794277596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6820409696794277596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmmm.html' title='hmmm...'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-6097326951653418688</id><published>2008-11-06T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:41:47.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love my friends!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The joke's on Judith.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;judith: darl, mag &lt;em&gt;batingshoot&lt;/em&gt; na ka daan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;darlene: &lt;em&gt;batingshoo&lt;/em&gt;t ba uy? bathing suit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;judith: aw lagi, &lt;em&gt;batingshoot&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahahahahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the next day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kim: (after hearing about the batingshoot conversation) nag &lt;em&gt;batingshoot&lt;/em&gt; na ka judz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;judith: oo, nag bathing suit na baya ko daan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;darlene: aw arang2x, kay sakto na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 seconds after,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;judith: cole, nag &lt;em&gt;batingshoot&lt;/em&gt; na man sad ka noh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahahahahahahaha!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The joke's on Clae, this time.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;judith: clae, ngadto ta dinner sa pier 1. nindot ngadto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;clae: aw ngadto man gkuha ni jann iyang mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;judith: ay sa ilaputi nalang ta na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;clae: huh, kinsa si puti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***clae, isuroy nya tika sa IT Park ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768288358868198327-6097326951653418688?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/6097326951653418688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=6097326951653418688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6097326951653418688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6097326951653418688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-my-friends.html' title='i love my friends!!!'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</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-3768288358868198327.post-6925144300269074890</id><published>2008-10-28T02:00:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:18:38.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>58 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Santa, I've been nice this year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please grant my wish this Christmas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;I wouldn't ask for anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;3&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/3768288358868198327-6925144300269074890?l=sweetpatatas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/feeds/6925144300269074890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3768288358868198327&amp;postID=6925144300269074890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6925144300269074890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768288358868198327/posts/default/6925144300269074890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpatatas.blogspot.com/2008/10/58-days.html' title='58 days'/><author><name>colewong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391333754492933582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
