<?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-8274005</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:19:52.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say wha???</title><subtitle type='html'>the epiphany of my perplexed intellect, the answer to the enigma's conundrum.   </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274005.post-112914600600642381</id><published>2005-10-13T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T04:39:57.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How's life...</title><content type='html'>It's been pretty good considering that i passed all my subjects this semester... thats an accomplishment but what about nxt sem???&lt;/br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This past month had been kinda traumatic. It started out well went to school sat through class had a quiz listened to the teacher's lecture then class dismissed a typical day for me(or so i thought). So a couple of my classmates decided to go walk around the mall and contemplating on watching a movie i kinda hesitated because i was supposed to meet someone but went with them anyway (i regret it in the end) so when it was getting a bit late i asked them if they could drop me off near where i lived they agreed when they left. As i was walking home minding my own business some guy bumped me (i dnt know if by accident but) he dropped his plastic w/c contained a jade ornament of sorts then he blamed me for "breaking it"(i should've checked if it was really broken) said his boss was going to kill him then asked me to go with him (what am i nuts?) went with him half way told him to call his boss.(was nervous by then i wanted to run...) Any way the guy returned w/o his boss said that the boss was really mad wanted me to come with him to his office...(WHAT! noooo waaaay!) So eventually i suggested that he come with me since i lived nearby (Thank God he did) i paid the tricycle to drop us at my house(yeah...yeah i know DUMB! but it was my first encounter i didn't know how to handle it... much) got there rang the doorbell then after getting my wits right declared that no one was home. I walked off to the direction of the school where my mom worked as a teacher (I know...should've thought of it earlier) Finally got there asked the guard to make the guy wait outside while i go talk to my mom after some instance the guy caught up with me then tried to come in the gate the guard asked me if the guy was with me i couldn't answer (the guy might get mad... if i did ) when the guy looked at the guard (chance!) i shooked my head at the guard who in turn didn't let the guy follow me in (whew...that was close). When i got to my mom (i was in tears...grateful maybe that im safe?) told her about the whole ordeal showed her the jade (w/c she confirmed as fake!) she went out and totally told the guy off, til the guy just wisked away scared that my mom would call a barangay tanod. (my hero!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274005-112914600600642381?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/112914600600642381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=112914600600642381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/112914600600642381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/112914600600642381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2005/10/hows-life.html' title='How&apos;s life...'/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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-8274005.post-112323752370303376</id><published>2005-08-05T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T18:25:23.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Reasons why...</title><content type='html'>I didn't update my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.T.v. &lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/contrib/sm/snooze.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.School work.&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=77827ASz6&amp;i=299806" border="0"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3.Nothing good to blog about.&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=77827ASz6&amp;i=170481" border="0"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4.I can't blog about nothing in particular.&lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/kao/otn/apa.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Most of the time if i use the computer&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=77827ASz6&amp;i=299804" border="0"&gt;  i do sumthin else like M.u&lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/games/diablo/Whdatk.gif"&gt;,Gunbound &lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/games/mm/mm7a/mmheadspin.gif"&gt; ,check email&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=77827ASz6&amp;i=170589" border="0"&gt; ,friendster?&lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/cwm/survivor/all.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.I dnt think people read my blog anyways so why bother. &lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/contrib/sp/damienico.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/ups/steven_blyth/cartman.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.What if people do?... &lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/games/mm/mmxa/dood.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/games/mm/mmxa/DOOD2.GIF"&gt;&lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/games/mm/mmxa/DOOD_2.GIF"&gt;  That's why im blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;8.What if i blog then i say sumthin bad people might set out to kill me.&lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/contrib/edoom/ALD.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.I doubt im not that important anyways...Or am i? &lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/cwm/survivor/jerri_manthy.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.There's only so much you can do, to keep people's interest and captivate for long.&lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/kao/otn/pblindfolded.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274005-112323752370303376?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/112323752370303376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=112323752370303376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/112323752370303376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/112323752370303376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2005/08/top-10-reasons-why.html' title='Top 10 Reasons why...'/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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-8274005.post-111650701667905601</id><published>2005-05-19T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T20:56:23.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Personality Disorder</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="300" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/paranoid.html"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizoid.html"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizotypal.html"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/antisocial.html"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/borderline.html"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/histrionic.html"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/narcissistic.html"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/avoidant.html"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/dependent.html"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/ocd.html"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/strong&gt; personality disorder is similar to obsessive-compulsive anxiety disorder. People with this disorder are overly focused on orderliness and perfection. Their need to do everything "right" often interferes with their productivity. They tend to get caught up in the details and miss the bigger picture. They set unreasonably high standards for themselves and others, and tend to be very critical of others when they do not live up to these high standards. They avoid working in teams, believing others to be too careless or incompetent. They avoid making decisions because they fear making mistakes and are rarely generous with their time or money. They often have difficulty expressing emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many believe that &lt;strong&gt;schizotypal&lt;/strong&gt; personality disorder represents mild schizophrenia. The disorder is characterized by odd forms of thinking and perceiving, and individuals with this disorder often seek isolation from others. They sometimes believe to have extra sensory ability or that unrelated events relate to them in some important way. They generally engage in eccentric behavior and have difficulty concentrating for long periods of time. Their speech is often over elaborate and difficult to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Personality Disorder Test&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html"&gt;Personality Disorder Information&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274005-111650701667905601?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/111650701667905601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=111650701667905601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/111650701667905601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/111650701667905601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-personality-disorder.html' title='My Personality Disorder'/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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-8274005.post-111650708507383010</id><published>2005-05-19T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T20:51:25.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274005-111650708507383010?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/111650708507383010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=111650708507383010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/111650708507383010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/111650708507383010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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-8274005.post-111553898408805007</id><published>2005-05-08T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T15:56:24.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dante's Inferno</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Fifth Level of Hell!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's Inferno Hell Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274005-111553898408805007?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/111553898408805007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=111553898408805007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/111553898408805007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/111553898408805007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2005/05/dantes-inferno.html' title='Dante&apos;s Inferno'/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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-8274005.post-111350291147082363</id><published>2005-04-18T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T02:37:12.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Hobby</title><content type='html'>I am now... a bean farmer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started from grass-hair heads (hi fi! remember? buhay pb yn sau? "hello turtle!" x_x na yn sakin!!! ) i gave my grass-head a "mohawk" during his greener days... then he started to have a receding grassline... his hair became blond (more like brown) so yn, patay.&lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/kao/chika/chirolp_toho.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I accompanied my sis at the car wash. While we were waiting for the car to be done, we were lounging around the waiting room. I was watching Axn Boomtown and she was reading old copies of Toys for Big Boys?? &lt;br /&gt;(car people!!!) &lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/contrib/drowned/iroc-front-green.gif"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked around the place and noticed a can with a plant growing from it. curious, i came closer... and found other unopened cans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i came by magic beans!... &lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/kao/chika/chirol_pachi2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not jack and the beanstalk!!!)  -but beans that have written characters on them when they grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had many to choose from.  only to buy a black can(not knowing what character was on it). i planted him the day of my first day of summer school and that was a few days ago. i watered and nurtured him during his seedling days and now i am a proud farmer of a piggiebean!!! (the bean had a pig drawing on one side, and chinese characters spelling out "Pig!" at the other side)&lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/kao/mamies/magao-k.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first i thought it won't grow (maybe its fake? a rip-off?) or i might drown it, the instructions were simple to follow... only obstacle was that its written in CHINESE... i  can't read chinese!!! &lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/kao/chika/chirol_doko.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(its a foreign language to me) but not to my father so i convinced him to explain the label and just followed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically what i want to say is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=77827ASz6&amp;i=170648" border="0"&gt;    follow me and become a bean farmer then WE WILL RULE THE WORLD!!!(side effects of constantly talking to the bean...results may vary  &lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/cwm/cwm/rcain.gif"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4120/640/piggiebean1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4120/320/piggiebean1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookie here! My pwecioussss... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4120/640/piggiebean2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4120/320/piggiebean2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piggie Bean! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274005-111350291147082363?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/111350291147082363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=111350291147082363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/111350291147082363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/111350291147082363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-new-hobby.html' title='My New Hobby'/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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-8274005.post-111350203754546259</id><published>2005-04-15T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T02:07:17.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Prophet! (ohmmm...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Prophet Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/prophet-soul.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a gentle soul, with good intentions toward everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Selfless and kind, you have great faith in people.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes this faith can lead to disappoinment in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, you deal with everything in a calm and balanced way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a good interpreter, very sensitive, intuitive, caring, and gentle.&lt;br /&gt;Concerned about the world, you are good at predicting people's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;A seeker of wisdom, you are a life long learner looking for purpose and meaning.&lt;br /&gt;You are a great thinker and communicator, but not necessarily a doer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/brightstarsoul.html"&gt;Bright Star Soul&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/dreamingsoul.html"&gt;Dreaming Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/kindsoulquiz.html"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&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/8274005-111350203754546259?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/111350203754546259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=111350203754546259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/111350203754546259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/111350203754546259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-prophet-ohmmm.html' title='I&apos;m a Prophet! (ohmmm...)'/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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-8274005.post-111064844984269291</id><published>2005-03-13T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T20:21:47.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avilon Z0o</title><content type='html'>It all started when my older sister (2chi) was asked by her friend to invite me to a new zoo cause she knew of my fondness of animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an "all-expense paid" trip for me, so i agreed. why not? just the perfect stress relief from school, right? exact date was Feb.25(declared holiday) i was happy... my world was in peace... man was i sooo wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz this has been planned a week earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i asked my younger sister (edz) to come with us then she asked our oldest sister(khs) to accompany her, and khs invited her friend(nephew contemplating) we also asked mom(she declined don't like long drives) then it gets worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom told us to ask our cousins(family included not asked separately) edz decides to ask her best friend to come along(didn't go,had something to do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically the news traveled like wildfire and everyone was getting invited some for good company(others for the sake of courtesy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got ranted on by 2chi for inviting the WHOLE CLAN to HER TRIP, when I was the only one actually invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of arguments later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the list of those who came: 2chi and friends (one w/her 3 sons) edz with cousins and their mother(our aunt) + aunt's sister + khs and friend with nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up at 6am waited up for cousins(had own ride...Thank God!!! cause we only have a small car...think sentra) met up with khs's friend then picked up the friend who proposed the event... carpool until we reached the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Avilon we arrived early so had the opportunity to be part of the first group to tour the grounds, each tour lasts about 2 hours then you are free to roam the place unescorted. Our targets were assigned properly by "the boss(wo)man" 2chi looks after friends and 3 boys, edz looks after cousins and, me after khs and her friend with nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too excited to think straight so i took pictures of the first animals that was featured crocodiles (people kept on saying "crikey" when shown the biggest croc in the zoo) next was the monitor lizards(which the zoo is proud to have been the first to have bred successfully) then the capybaras (largest specie of rat) so eventually to have found out that the glass tank in which the animals were enclosed made reflections which totally ruined the pictures was a real bummer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tigers were sleeping so was the lions(drat!) and the snakes had just been fed so can't take it out to let us hold it(bec. it was said to make a mess on us by puking its food out...double drat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sun bear was awake got a good shot of it too... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4120/640/Sunbear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4120/320/Sunbear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm innocent :( &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the cheetah woke up too but not that good of a shot he wouldn't sit still kept on pacing around his cage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4120/640/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4120/320/29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velocity commercial... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour and a half into the tour, we entered the reptile pavillion and i was charmed by the snakes and lizards and spiders in their tanks so i got left behind by the group...good thing i was wearing neon green shirt (they make me wear bright clothes when we go to new places, in the apprehension of me getting lost as usual) called 2chi, who found us and picked us up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4120/640/Snake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4120/320/Snake1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snake &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4120/640/MonitorLiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4120/320/MonitorLiz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see my reflection? &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had the chance to see a white peacock in full bloom(courting the female) we were like nuts talking to the bird to keep it up as we were getting ready our cameras, well either luck was on our side or we can speak peacock...it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4120/640/Peacock1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4120/320/Peacock1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gobble gobble... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we were by the pond we saw movement in the water whoa! that was a big fin...it seems that we saw the big fishes that lived there. As a joke we told our cousin to next time bring uncle/aku(their father) along to go fishing here cause we would surely have a big catch...but then i think that's illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of our aunt still having work, the friend of older sister giving up walk,and the scorching hot weather we were forced to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/4120/320/35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MULAWIN wahahahaha &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait they went home...while we made a few stops(hehehe...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the World of Butterflies(no im not high its what the place was called...really!) it was a butterfly sanctuary that teaches people all about butterflies they have lectures, samples of each of the butterflies life cycle inside cages with fine netting to avoid escape and the base having a moat like stand filled with water to prevent ants from coming up and feasting upon the flesh of the young and unborn pupating lavae(naks...spokening dollar). Entrance is 20php i think it was worth the trip. There were butterflies EVERYWHERE, and it will land on you if you stay still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So returning again to an oven-like car (the whole day was scorching hot) we took 2chi's friend home then decided to develop the film(only to find out that 11 out of the 36 shots were a mere blur...yurgh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the day with a "night swim" in the Bellevue pool, as a means to cool off and ponder about the things that we did that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINIS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274005-111064844984269291?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/111064844984269291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=111064844984269291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/111064844984269291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/111064844984269291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2005/03/avilon-z0o.html' title='Avilon Z0o'/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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-8274005.post-110769469369515465</id><published>2005-02-06T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T16:37:27.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh crappy day...</title><content type='html'>It was a tuesday, first of the month and a february.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a P.E. class for 7am ... woke up 7.15&lt;br /&gt;arrived at school about 8 more or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked the teacher if I could still attend his class... guess what he said&lt;br /&gt;So I just sulked around the canteen to watch my classmates do their lay ups ( only to find out that my other classmates who were late but didn't ask permission to join class was considered by my teacher to be present ) whoOOO Bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my clasmate and I headed to my house to finish the powerpoint report but lets just say the slideshow had a big memory and wouldn't save on the diskette good thing my sister had a flash disk so we were able to save it there.&lt;br /&gt;While all this was happening i missed my 12pm to 2.30 class of physics in which we had a test on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we arrived at school late the reporting in STS (Science and technology) all about dermatology was about to start without us (i wish it just did cause) the mess we made was disastrous as a group we could even barely defend it but we had some sense to try to anyway. When i plugged the flashdisk at the back of the CPU all thing went from bad to worse the stupid computer didn't have a windows xp and i didn't bring the installer cd of the flashdisk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By mere chance our computer instructor walked by out door so my classmate ran after him to ask for some assistance which he did provide plus a short lecture about flashdisks and windows 98 after realizing that the flashdisk won't work he said that my fd was crap my clasmate corrected him saying that the computer was the crap not the fd.&lt;br /&gt;Asking if the fd had a virus (duh! why would there be a virus im not demented) i said no. somehow he made it work but another storm was brewing the powerpoint only consisted the pictures of the procedure and other stuff my grpmate asked "saan yun report?" all i said was "yan na yun..." no one had bothered to type what we were supposed to repot about. So basically we only had the powerpoint on for a few minutes then we didn't use it anymore (bothering our computer instructor wasn't worth the trouble) sheesh life sucks! -nihilism&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274005-110769469369515465?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/110769469369515465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=110769469369515465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/110769469369515465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/110769469369515465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-crappy-day.html' title='Oh crappy day...'/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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-8274005.post-110528398766986904</id><published>2005-01-09T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T05:28:28.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Games and Gadgets Show </title><content type='html'>Jan. 9 (Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;SM Megamall Megatrade Hall 1 and 2 dapat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muntik na kami pumasok sa Mass sa Hall 3, mali ang napuntahan namin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived sa tamang hall...&lt;br /&gt;Daming freebies and ang galing nung ibang people na sumali dun sa contest (mga anime "cosplayers" ) they dress up as their fave anime or game character. As in almost to the tiniest detail ginaya nila - may Assassin(Ragnarok), Sauroman (Lord of the Rings), Prince Zardos (Voltes V), Mortal Kombat, robots etc etc... malas wala akong dalang camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hirap bantayan yn Pa2 (father) k, he was just behind me then when i looked back he was gone... returned a few minutes later na may packet of Magic cards "Binigay to sakin..."&lt;br /&gt;Then yung pumila ak to get a free gadgets magazine my sister informed me that he went to the head of the line and just picked one up (hndi cya napansin nung nagma2nage ng stall) ngreclamo yun girl sa linya but by then he was long gone, later lapit cya sakin with a grin on his face.&lt;br /&gt;I also had to keep him away from the 3 anime school girl mini skirt clad women w/c from afar he kept on telling me "lapit tau dun sa chicks..." in a joking manner (right?...ok change topic!)&lt;br /&gt;Then when we came to walk by the so called heavy duty/hard core fans who took the time to create a costume out of... cardboard boxes? styrofoam? or maybe plastic and a few ingenious aluminum guns to resemble a 6 foot robot! with matching sound effects! It looked so realistic it could actually fool people from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit ang pinamigay lang ay mostly brochures, pamphlets, cd game installers, internet cards, posters, &lt;em&gt;Gadgets&lt;/em&gt; magazine and a few magic cards... who cares? They're still free!!!&lt;br /&gt;Its the first one I've attended so far so may excitment parin. I'm goin' back next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/2615/640/gunbound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/2615/320/gunbound.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lookie what I got... !!! a Gunbound Dragon plushie! nyah nyah! &lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=77827ASz6&amp;i=170637" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274005-110528398766986904?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/110528398766986904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=110528398766986904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/110528398766986904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/110528398766986904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2005/01/games-and-gadgets-show.html' title='Games and Gadgets Show '/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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-8274005.post-110521112804861937</id><published>2005-01-06T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T23:19:03.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosmopolitan Astrologer ' 05</title><content type='html'>Gusto ko lang i-share yung horoscope ko (Cancer) from Cosmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year Ahead: Reaping the Rewards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been pinching pennies for a while now, so you deserve some relief, girl! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(who talks like this?!)&lt;/span&gt; In the summer, look for a hot investment opportunity that'll help you pay off some debts &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(what debts?)&lt;/span&gt;. The stars futher brighten your financial picture midyear by delivering an unexpected windfall, like an inheritance or contest winnings. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(talaga lng ha?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Good Move for 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Put more trust into those amazing instincts of yours &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( i can't they usually fail me during exams!)&lt;/span&gt;. Your sixth sense will help you suss out a traitor who's been talking smack about you.&lt;/span&gt; (6th sense as in: i see stupid people...walking around like normal people?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your best day this year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dec. 16, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jupiter and the Moon join forces to make this a perfect play day, so call in sick, forget the rest of the world, and spend 24 hours indulging in chocolate treats, a good book, anda mani-pedi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;combo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Perfect play day... try ko kaya tumaya sa lotto?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274005-110521112804861937?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/110521112804861937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=110521112804861937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/110521112804861937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/110521112804861937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2005/01/cosmopolitan-astrologer-05.html' title='Cosmopolitan Astrologer &apos; 05'/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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-8274005.post-110399121289834913</id><published>2004-12-26T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T01:48:01.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the thought that counts</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/7781IScEb/273120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're REALLY broke this season, a hug can be enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274005-110399121289834913?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/110399121289834913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=110399121289834913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/110399121289834913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/110399121289834913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-thought-that-counts.html' title='It&apos;s the thought that counts'/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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-8274005.post-110309267455794170</id><published>2004-12-15T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T14:37:54.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Lit. Journal # 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love’s Lair&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you care and you won’t dare,&lt;br /&gt;Hurt the one, whose love you share.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was fate that put her in that snare,&lt;br /&gt;Cruel it seems, but life is not always fair.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you were just a victim of love’s lair,&lt;br /&gt;Unseemingly, you wandered there.&lt;br /&gt;With your youthful innocence you didn’t even care,&lt;br /&gt;Of the gem that you’ve already found, which was so rare.&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by your plight, you never knew,&lt;br /&gt;She was always by your side, always ready to renew.&lt;br /&gt;Only with you she’ll abide, but wondering if ever you would recover,&lt;br /&gt;Or will you be trapped in the love’s lair, forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;In Lemuria&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       She could hear them moving all around her; the forest seems to be alive. Xinca feels the adrenaline rush as she spots one who has strayed from the pack, slowly she crept closer took aim and released three arrows from her bow soon the beast’s anguished cry pierces the night’s calm. And the pack’s howls of anger broke all about her. They’ve been alerted by the cry of their comrade. She tries to run as far as she could, but they’ve caught her scent hordes of minions are hunting for her. She has no choice but to stand her ground and fight, summoning her assassin to aid in battle while surrounding herself with a temporary shield. She drinks a draught of mana to increase her strength for added damage to her blows... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       It all started in her homeland of Noria, a peaceful place surrounded by trees and grasslands. Home to the Elves they lived in harmony with their land taking only what is needed for their survival. Until some of their race became power hungry and started enslaving the creatures living in the northeastern area.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Eventually their ties with the stone golems, goblins, hunters, and the other creatures were broken. Xinca was asked to travel to Lorencia, home to the Knights and Wizards hoping for an answer to their dilemma. But it seems that they too have a problem. The lich or warlocks that had been dormant for months has been sighted in their forests, which accompanied by their skeleton warriors is a cause for suspicion. While more rumors has been spreading about an uprising in the dungeons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Our two lands seem to be in peril of a hostile takeover, and fleeing to the mountains of Davias wouldn’t work. There are a lot of very dangerous beast’s living there and the most dreaded one is the Ice queen. It is said that if you come across one in Davias you’d better run for your life, those who had the misfortune of crossing one and had lived to tell the tale says that she laughs maniacally as she slays her victims one by one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I came to my current situation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;       I was accompanied by a wizard named Hisoka and a young knight named Katryona hunting for budge dragons and spiders for our midday meal. When suddenly we were greeted by a pack of Elite bulls with their hounds it seems that they were also hunting. This was their territory so we were the trespassers, both groups were shocked not expecting the confrontation. The panic came next, and we ran in different directions to avoid being captured; that is how i got singled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;       Now alone already getting low on mana and with my inventory full, I thought about Hisoka and Katryona they have their own skills, powers, and weapons. They would do the same thing if they were in my situation. Then and there I know that my fate is decided I'm going to have to use my secret weapon in order to live I opened my inventory and clicked on my town portal scroll. In a blink of an eye I was back in town safe, counting my day's earnings and looking over the weapons, which I have acquired along my journey that day in the land of Lemuria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       My sisters and me talk about our characters conquests as we drive home after an afternoon of playing computer RPG (role playing game) in a nearby computer rental shop. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;       This is somewhat of a bonding thing for the three of us that we usually do if we’re free on a weekend. Our being able to spend time with each other even if its just for a few hours in a fantasy world, keeps us from growing apart as sisters and as we grow older I hope we’ll still remember the times we had… in Lemuria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274005-110309267455794170?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/110309267455794170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=110309267455794170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/110309267455794170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/110309267455794170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2004/12/world-lit-journal-3.html' title='World Lit. Journal # 3'/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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-8274005.post-110244348645672472</id><published>2004-12-08T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T02:39:32.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After hibernation...</title><content type='html'>Finally, i have something to blog about so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my day started out like it usually does...late.&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/77827ASz6/170485.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot! 5 minutes nlng bell na namin sa P.E.after 15 minutes (mercy period) hndi parin ak nakakalabas sa village (kc may skul din d2 kya trapik palabas). Patay! late na ak pero dpt hndi pahalata na panic dpt may poise parin ak (angel in white nga dpt) pero sa loob looban #$&amp;^%&amp; hndi nanaman ak tatangapin sa class! Leche kc 7 am pa schedule ng P.E. namin... argh! &lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=77827ASz6&amp;i=170587" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually nakarating rin ak sa skul sa gate kailangan pa pacheck ng bag (ang tagal!) kita k na cla nagpapraktis ng volleyball. Cguradong nkta narin ak ni Sir... hala takbo (pra kunwari may effort na hindi ma late) yn pagdating k tanung agad sa classmate anu gnagwa nyo? Handa ng 1/8 paper pass daw (name,section,class no.,etc.) okie fine buti hindi si sir yn nagcollect nung papel friend ko so hindi k na cnulatan ng late.(wahahaha safe!) &lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=77827ASz6&amp;i=170651" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, malapit na dun sa incident.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;so nakihalubilu na ak dun... kailangan namin mag service (under,side,and over?) did i mention that &lt;strong&gt;i hate volleyball?!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i tried to serve... first few tries, i have no control watsoever over the ball &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;em&gt;accidentally&lt;/em&gt; hit sir &lt;strong&gt;square on the head!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/77827ASz6/170628.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh oh!... &lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/77827ASz6/170645.jpg" border="0"&gt; -WAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang movie... with matching eyes following the trajectory of the ball. the good thing is he didn't look up, pero of course afterward i kept saying sori &lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/77827ASz6/170646.jpg" border="0"&gt; and few fortunate classmates who saw everything kept on saying hala lagot ka kay sir! Sir was ok (i think) the big man that he was, i only bruised his head? and ego? &lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=77827ASz6&amp;i=170489" border="0"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still failed the practical exam kc (Enter the bckground music... not enough vitamins kulang sa ... ) hina ng service k wlng umaabot man lng sa net!!! kailangan nga over the net (toot and toot!) &lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/77827ASz6/170653.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274005-110244348645672472?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/110244348645672472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=110244348645672472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/110244348645672472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/110244348645672472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2004/12/after-hibernation.html' title='After hibernation...'/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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-8274005.post-110046080951570914</id><published>2004-11-16T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T02:22:00.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About my sign... </title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;`;{^_^};'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;June 22 to July 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Traditional&lt;br /&gt;Cancer Traits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Emotional and loving&lt;br /&gt;Intuitive and imaginative&lt;br /&gt;Shrewd and cautious&lt;br /&gt;Protective and sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On the dark side....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changeable and moody&lt;br /&gt;Overemotional and touchy&lt;br /&gt;Clinging and unable to let go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cancerian character is the least clear-cut of all those associated with the signs of the zodiac. It can range from the&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; timid&lt;/span&gt;, dull, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;shy &lt;/span&gt;and withdrawn to the most brilliant, and famous Cancerians are to be found through the whole range of human activity. It is a fundamentally conservative and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;home-loving nature&lt;/span&gt;, appreciating the nest like quality of a secure base to which the male can retire when he needs a respite from the stresses of life, and in which the Cancerian woman can exercise her strong maternal instincts. The latter tends to like and to have a large family. `Nest like' is an appropriate adjective for the Cancerian home, for its inhabitants tend to favor the dark, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;mysterious but comfortable type of house&lt;/span&gt; which has something of the air of a den about it, a place which belongs to the family rather than existing as a showcase to impress visitors. That is not to say that the Cancerian is unsociable, just that for them &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;there is a time to socialize and a time to be solitary&lt;/span&gt;, and this is part of the apparent contradiction in their nature. Outwardly they can appear formidable - thick-skinned, unemotional, uncompromising, obstinately tenacious, purposeful, energetic, shrewd, intuitive and wise, sometimes with a philosophical profundity of thought verging on inspiration. Their intimates, however, may see a very different character, one with a sympathetic and&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; kindly sensitivity to other people&lt;/span&gt;, especially those they love. They are able to identify with the situations of others because of the keenness of their imaginations. They are often &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;over-imaginative and prone to fantasy&lt;/span&gt;, sometimes trying to shape their lives to fit some romantic ideal. They are &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;appreciative of art and literature&lt;/span&gt;, and especially of drama, where the spectacle and ebb and flow of action and feeling particularly excite them. They may themselves possess considerable literary, artistic or oratorical talent. Their sharp ears and talent for mimicry can sometimes give them success on the stage, though their tendency to be emotional may make them overact. Interestingly - because they give the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;impression of being&lt;/span&gt; down-to-earth&lt;/span&gt; - they are often fascinated by the occult and are more open to psychic influence than the average. If they can reconcile the personal conflict of their urge to be outgoing with the reserve that causes them to withdraw into themselves, then &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;at best they can inspire a generation, especially the youthful part of it, by their idealism&lt;/span&gt;. A job in which they can express this, and in which they can do well, would be as a &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;leader in a youth organization&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their personal relationships they are mentally a mixture of toughness and softness, often emotional and romantic to the point of sentimentality in their fantasies; but in real life and in marriage, their loving is not so sentimental but tenaciously loyal. Even if they have affairs (and they may do so, for the male in particular is open to sensual stimulation), their first loyalty remains to spouse and family, of whom they regard themselves as the protector. Both the Cancerian man and woman love unreservedly, giving much and asking little in return - in fact, one of the most important lessons they have to learn is how to receive gracefully. They are too easily influenced by those they love and admire, and swayed by the emotion of the moment. They are also loyal friends, the negative side of their faithfulness being clannishness, the narrow patriotism of "my country right or wrong"; and closing ranks in suspicion and coldness toward outsiders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancerians have a retentive memory, particularly for emotionally laden events which they can recall in detail for years afterwards. they are strongly governed by childhood memories and since they live intensely in the past in memory and in the future in imagination, a chance meeting with someone for whom they had an unrequited love, even if they thought they had conquered the feeling, will easily rouse the emotion all over again.&lt;br /&gt;The Cancerian has many potential faults. They can be untidy, sulky, devious,&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; moody, inclined to self-pity because of an inferiority complex, brood on insults (very often imagined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;), yet are easily flattered&lt;/span&gt;. They can be tactless and difficult yet, because they are normally ambitious, they will curry favor by floating with majority opinions, outlooks and fashions of the day. As a result they often change their opinions and loyalties and, indeed, their occupations, and lack stability. They are easily corrupted and, because they are convincing romanticizers, can make successful confidence tricksters. Their romanticism in another sense make them ardent supporters of causes, for example a football team with whose heroes they can identify in a world of fantasy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their abilities fit the Cancerian for a wide range of occupations. As they are interested in what people are thinking and able to judge what they can safely be told, they can be good journalists, writers or &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;politicians&lt;/span&gt;, though in this last capacity they are &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;more likely to remain in the background rather than attain prominent positions of power&lt;/span&gt;. They may, indeed, change their party affiliations. They can serve in other departments of public affairs, especially those which involve looking after others, for example in any kind of service from welfare and &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;nursing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to catering - their own love of comfort and good living makes the Cancerian an excellent chef or housekeeper. They sometimes have a penchant for trade or business and are often successful as a captain of industry. This is because they are excellent organizers with a good sense of value and economy, which they may combine with a flair for inventiveness and originality. The romantic side of their natures make them &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;enjoy grubbing about in places where exciting discoveries may be made (old stamp collections in attics&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; etc.)&lt;/span&gt;, and if they can do this professionally as a secondhand dealer or specialist in antiques, they will be happy. More common occupations, which suit some subjects of Cancer are &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;real estate broker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;, gardener and sailor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically they are &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;average to below average in height, with a fleshy body and short legs in comparison with the rest of them&lt;/span&gt;. Their &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hair is usually brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;, their faces round, their complexions pale&lt;/span&gt;, their foreheads prominent, their eyes small and blue or gray in color, their noses short, perhaps upturned, and their mouths full. They &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;sometimes walk clumsily&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;LIKES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hobbies&lt;br /&gt;Romance&lt;br /&gt;Children&lt;br /&gt;Home and Country&lt;br /&gt;Parties &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;DISLIKES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aggravating situations&lt;br /&gt;Failure&lt;br /&gt;Opposition&lt;br /&gt;Being told what to do ;)&lt;br /&gt;Advice (good or bad) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ruling planet is the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean Radius (km) 1,738&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Distance from Earth (km) 384,400&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Period of Rotation (days) 27.3217&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People who share my Cancerian Lineage:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 10, 1856 - Nikola Tesla - Scientist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;July 10, 1897 - Leggs Diamond - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gangster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;July 10, 1920 - David Brinkley - Journalist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;July 10, 1927 - David Dinkins - Politician&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;July 10, 1943 - Arthur Ashe - Athlete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;July 10, 1947 - Arlo Guthrie - Singer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Legends:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 15px; HEIGHT: 16px" height="20" src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=77827ASz6&amp;i=170620" width="20" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( watta coincidence!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Color&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=77827ASz6&amp;amp;i=170486" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( weird...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Color&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=77827ASz6&amp;i=170487" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( huh... seriously?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Color&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=77827ASz6&amp;amp;i=170524" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( why not?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Color&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=77827ASz6&amp;i=170603" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( i'm speechless)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Color &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=77827ASz6&amp;amp;i=170481" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( its possible... i guess?)&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/8274005-110046080951570914?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/110046080951570914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=110046080951570914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/110046080951570914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/110046080951570914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2004/11/about-my-sign.html' title='About my sign... '/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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-8274005.post-110018878403499228</id><published>2004-11-12T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T00:07:40.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Description of my first name...</title><content type='html'>Although the name Ellaine creates the urge to understand others, we emphasize that it limits your vision, tuning you to technical details. This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of Ellaine has created a congenial nature with the desire to associate in friendship and understanding both socially and in the business world. Peaceful and settled conditions appeal to you and you are naturally desirous of having the security of a home, where your life could follow a definite pattern, and where you would not have to make major decisions. You find it difficult to take a definite stand, partly because you lack confidence, and also because you dislike any issues which create dissension between people. &lt;strong&gt;Procrastination&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;is a weakness of your nature&lt;/em&gt;, causing an inability always to complete your plans or to concentrate for long. &lt;br /&gt;             kabalarians.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got it from Jason's friendster. Ouch! grabe tinamaan ak '~'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274005-110018878403499228?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/110018878403499228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=110018878403499228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/110018878403499228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/110018878403499228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2004/11/description-of-my-first-name_12.html' title='Description of my first name...'/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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-8274005.post-109956843484096137</id><published>2004-11-04T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T20:07:25.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me? Evil ...nah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;FONT Face="verdana,sans-serif" Size="1"&gt;&lt;B&gt;I am 42% evil.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a HREF="http://www.hilowitz.com/john/test/evil.html" Target="_"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=7781IScEb&amp;i=171171" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT Face="verdana,sans-serif" Size="1"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go either way. I have sinned quite a bit but I still have a bit of room for error. My life is a tug of war between good and evil.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT Face="verdana,sans-serif" Size="1"&gt;&lt;a HREF="http://www.hilowitz.com/john/test/evil.html" Target="_"&gt;Are you evil?&lt;/A&gt; find out at &lt;a HREF="http://www.hilowitz.com" Target="_"&gt;Hilowitz.com&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this off Earl's blog and i conclude compared to him, i'm the greater evil.&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na 2% lng. hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274005-109956843484096137?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/109956843484096137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=109956843484096137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/109956843484096137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/109956843484096137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2004/11/me-evil-nah.html' title='Me? Evil ...nah!'/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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-8274005.post-109932072073859898</id><published>2004-11-01T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T23:23:38.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween night </title><content type='html'>So inaya ak ng bunso (shobe) namin na samahan cya sa jabee (jollibee) gus2 dw nya ng peachmango pie, cge boring sa bahay medyo gus2 ko ring kumain sa labas (tara lets!) Inaya din namin yn isang ate (achie) k pra masaya meaning... may magba2yad ng fud,nd 1 tricycle sakto wla ng hntay2 alis agad cya rin ang magba2yad (joke!). Pagbaba sa harap ng jabee cnb k kain tayo BK (burger king) kya lakad pa hanggang glori (supermart) pasok kme sa loob ng BK tanung k san tau upo sa side pra private or wat? cnb ng achie sa table na sa harap ng counter para mas mabilis makapgrefill (kc pg hav it your way bottomless yn drink m...wahahaha garapal!!!) dun sa place na yn glass pane?panel?window?(kng alin man dun yn tama) ang ktabi k (dun ak umupo pra hndi ak tatayo pra magrefill hehehe bistado ak pg bnasa 2 ni shobe) as i was saying... order na si achie ng fud tapos yn usap2 kamusta movies na pnplabas ngyn so on and so forth bgla nanahimik cla tapos tingin sa salamin sa tabi k, tnanung k bakit?!? anung meron? cnb ni achie umuulan so tingin naman ak sa labas... THUD! wa da pak! (as shobe would say...) may bata na ngbebenta ng sampaguita na humampas/humarang sa view k sa labas TooT! nagulat ak kala k may monster!!!(wehe corny bsta nagulat ak) tinira k ang aking dib2 pra (ewan k parang reflex reaction pg nagugulat ak) lingon ak sa aking kapatid same time smile and "babuy gulat ak nun kala k kng anu na..." yn dalawing loko tawa lng ng tawa (1 of these days kau rin...) so here ends my halloween night. Muwhaharmp! ay hindi pa pla pauwi bumili kme ng inaasamsasam ni shob's na peachmango pie nd yup meron din ak nun (hehehe) 1 takehome palabok para kay 2chi (2nd ate of mine).So here really ends my halloween night... Muwhahahaha!               &lt;br /&gt; P.s lhat ito ngyari khapon ngyn lng akn nkpgblog,la lng.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274005-109932072073859898?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/109932072073859898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=109932072073859898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/109932072073859898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/109932072073859898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2004/11/halloween-night.html' title='Halloween night &lt;img src=&quot;http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=77827ASz6&amp;i=170494&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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-8274005.post-109867601755043595</id><published>2004-10-25T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T21:46:52.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing!!!</title><content type='html'>It started out early in the morning about 4-4.30 am yesterday, i was awaken from my deep slumber by my sleep deprived sister saying we were late. Okie i stared into space for a minute to set my brain in gear. Nyway we met up with our uncle then stopped by a 711 to buy snacks, everyone in our car got out except me i was as usual last out and to my unfortunate self got a brain jolting wake up call as my younger sister climbed out she didn't see me goin to her side to get out the same door and she being her no nonsense self slammed the door as my head was sticking out then Wham! bullseye! my cranium was um... bruised severely as my ego felt... so after the head bashing part my sister opened the door after hearing an extra thud when she shut the car door seeing my expression and my hand on my head she said (laughing)Im SORRY!!! &lt;br /&gt;No i didn't kill her ( maybe because it was a Sunday ) i wasn't all that mad either (a mystery we'll never know...) outside we met a churchmate beside 711 i said alay lakad? she said yup...you too?(asking my sister) sister: nope we goin fishing we chatted a bit more but she had to go. Our uncle didn't get to buy anything on Wendy's(beside 711) so we drove a bit and ended on jolibee(fast food ng masa...you can find it almost everywhere...sorry for the plugging this was not a paid advertisment) we had breakfast then continued on to the fishing place. When we got there it was a simple and civilized place with houses,cars,ticycles and electricity. I know because while fishing our background music was itsumo(is the title of the song right? by dice?) &lt;br /&gt;So there we were fishing!!! Yay finally grander musashi is no longer an anime to envy!!! (I have the right to be corny...I have a concussion so sue me!) Fishing is a test of patience... dang! it so hard to catch a tilapia!!! quite easy to catch a milkfish(bangus)&lt;br /&gt;A moment for learning... bangus swim on the upper part of the water while tilapia swim the deeper depth...so therefore it's a challenge to catch tilapia than bangus. Moment over... Argh! it was so frustrating i only caught 2 bangus!!! and a default tilapia, goes to show that i need more practice and more patience!!! It was fun all in all although my skin color would never be the same again (result of hyper sa pagfishing na hindi ngsunblock and overexposure to the sun) i hope nxt time i can bring my friends along you know who you are...so they themselves can experience the frunstrations of fishing. Grbe nice timing lunch na goin to eat fried tilapia!!! Whahahahaha    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274005-109867601755043595?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/109867601755043595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=109867601755043595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/109867601755043595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/109867601755043595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2004/10/fishing.html' title='Fishing!!!'/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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-8274005.post-109822768189088558</id><published>2004-10-20T07:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T07:52:36.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct.18: Rockwell, Power Plant Mall</title><content type='html'>As Fi and Jason have been raving on and on about that day... i intend to rave more :)&lt;br /&gt;The wall climbing was very challenging considering my weight and then some, but having done it before with bea was an advantage. I knew what to do, like how to belay (manage the rope that is rigged to the harness of the climber so that if ever he/she slipped they wouldn't fall and break something) and the best of all i knew what to expect afterwards. (Oh the pain!)&lt;br /&gt;We also did rebound which is a big trampoline with ropes and a harness attached to it, a machine where the rope is connected pulls and slackens the cord when needed for extra air time for you to be able to do front and back flips. It jst gives me an adrenaline rush thinking about it, first few minutes you feel like your heart is at your throat then sensation tickles in your tummy(the reason why bea kept on touching her stomach and laughing)...after those first few minutes your body adapts then you can start the flips... eventhough the whole thing jst lasts for 5 minutes, for me its worth every second jst for the rush.&lt;br /&gt;And so the end justifies the means (did i quote this right???) we all had a great time (i think?) i know i did! and are all suffering the pains of strained muscles result of no stretching or warm up exercise whatsoever(hahaha-ouch). It will take us a few days to recuperate but till then experiencing muscle soreness and feeling weak is a normal sign of people who don't have exercise in their daily list of things to do. (P.s. for the pipol mentioned in this post dnt be all too comfy yet i have something being planned in the not so near future...) ˜Fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274005-109822768189088558?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/109822768189088558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=109822768189088558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/109822768189088558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/109822768189088558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2004/10/oct18-rockwell-power-plant-mall.html' title='Oct.18: Rockwell, Power Plant Mall'/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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-8274005.post-109803172313573499</id><published>2004-10-18T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T21:52:09.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Right Way</title><content type='html'>I pray and pray but to no avail,&lt;br /&gt;I then realized that I'm bound to fail.&lt;br /&gt;Praying without studying is not the way,&lt;br /&gt;If you want to pass the grueling day.&lt;br /&gt;You must study then pray, that's the right way.&lt;br /&gt;And so now I pray, that I'll be disciplined that way.&lt;br /&gt;-Enigma3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274005-109803172313573499?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/109803172313573499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=109803172313573499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/109803172313573499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/109803172313573499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2004/10/right-way.html' title='The Right Way'/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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-8274005.post-109729204305841274</id><published>2004-10-10T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T22:42:19.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0ct. 8, 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hay... last day ng exam ang saya as usual umaga nanaman ak nkpgaral(Anatomy Lec.) mga 10 min. before the test, kya as usual late nanaman ak pumasok at nkaumpisa sa tst. Pgsilip k sa room, ay nasan na yn proctor bka hndi na ak ipgtst!!! yn pla nkaupo sa harap hehe hndi k napansin agad si sir pla (Hi sir ito na recent post congrats sa workshop!!!) yn tpos tst na "&lt;strong&gt;SAKIT SA ULO&lt;/strong&gt;". Lunch na! (&lt;em&gt;chicken ala king MMmmmmm&lt;/em&gt;). Balik ulit sa aral, anatomy lab naman late ulit pasok kc cramming sa study room. Ganda timing... pglabas ng isang clasmate sa room (tpos na cya mgtst) pasok naman ak. Yes! (pinayagan pa mgtst) natuwa pa clasmates k kc pgbgay ng proctor ng tst paper sakin upo agad pgbuklat k maysagot na!!! (nabigay sakin yn paper ng katatapos k lng na clasmate magtst) Hahaha!!! ayos, tayo ulit pra ibalik yn paper sa proctor. Hirit naman clasmate k (San, blis m ah tpos kn?) tawanan nanaman buong class. Palit kami ng proctor ng paper tpos yn solve na! tnapos k ang tst... &lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt; whahahahah!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274005-109729204305841274?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/109729204305841274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=109729204305841274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/109729204305841274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/109729204305841274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2004/10/0ct-8-2004.html' title='0ct. 8, 2004'/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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-8274005.post-109703284446377227</id><published>2004-10-07T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T11:20:44.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"The mind, like any other muscle, must be regularly exercised... otherwise, it withers into decay."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274005-109703284446377227?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/109703284446377227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=109703284446377227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/109703284446377227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/109703284446377227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2004/10/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the day...'/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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-8274005.post-109594149021139478</id><published>2004-09-24T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T21:50:14.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Alter_ego's Diagnosis</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #eeffee 3px outset; BORDER-TOP: #eeffee 3px outset; BACKGROUND: #eeffee; MARGIN: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: #eeffee 3px outset; BORDER-BOTTOM: #eeffee 3px outset" cellpadding="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1px inset; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: 1px inset; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #bbeebb; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: 1px inset; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px inset; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/disease"&gt;Doctor Unheimlich&lt;/a&gt; has diagnosed me with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sansan's Lurgy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cause&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;running too fast&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Symptoms&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;frequent toe numbness, face swelling, loss of weight&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cure&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;take seven Prozac tablets every day for the rest of your life&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1px inset; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: 1px inset; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #bbeebb; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: 1px inset; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px inset; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;form style="MARGIN: 0px" action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/disease" method="get"&gt;Enter your name, for your own diagnosis:&lt;input style="FONT-SIZE: xx-small" size="9" name="p"&gt;&lt;input style="FONT-SIZE: xx-small; BACKGROUND: #bbeebb" type="submit" value="Go"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274005-109594149021139478?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/109594149021139478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=109594149021139478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/109594149021139478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/109594149021139478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-alteregos-diagnosis.html' title='My Alter_ego&apos;s Diagnosis'/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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-8274005.post-109594093695297689</id><published>2004-09-24T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T20:02:16.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diagnosis</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #eeffee 3px outset; BORDER-TOP: #eeffee 3px outset; BACKGROUND: #eeffee; MARGIN: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: #eeffee 3px outset; BORDER-BOTTOM: #eeffee 3px outset" cellpadding="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1px inset; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: 1px inset; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #bbeebb; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: 1px inset; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px inset; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/disease"&gt;Doctor Unheimlich&lt;/a&gt; has diagnosed me with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ellaine's Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cause&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;poor dental hygiene&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Symptoms&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;excessive hand numbness, vertigo, American accent, slightly squeaky voice&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cure&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;drink more tea&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1px inset; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: 1px inset; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #bbeebb; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: 1px inset; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px inset; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;form style="MARGIN: 0px" action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/disease" method="get"&gt;Enter your name, for your own diagnosis:&lt;input style="FONT-SIZE: xx-small" size="9" name="p"&gt;&lt;input style="FONT-SIZE: xx-small; BACKGROUND: #bbeebb" type="submit" value="Go"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274005-109594093695297689?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/109594093695297689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=109594093695297689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/109594093695297689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/109594093695297689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2004/09/diagnosis.html' title='Diagnosis'/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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-8274005.post-109586376328175213</id><published>2004-09-23T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T22:36:03.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Good Things Never Last</title><content type='html'>It is in sorrow that I feel more alive&lt;br /&gt;For only with sadness do my emotions thrive&lt;br /&gt;If not for the tears that flow through my soul&lt;br /&gt;If not for this pain I wouldn't be whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need for promises, tomorrow won't stay&lt;br /&gt;Just give your hand for me to hold today&lt;br /&gt;No time for the future, no room left for fear&lt;br /&gt;For I am used to losing the things I hold dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not asking for pity, neither for disdain&lt;br /&gt;No use for you to see me in pain&lt;br /&gt;I live for the moment, I lived for the past&lt;br /&gt;I lived my life knowing some good things never last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: purple_moonlight&lt;br /&gt;PeyUps.com&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, March 20, 2002 @ 1:10:13 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274005-109586376328175213?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/109586376328175213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=109586376328175213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/109586376328175213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/109586376328175213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2004/09/some-good-things-never-last_22.html' title='Some Good Things Never Last'/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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-8274005.post-109482004580235602</id><published>2004-09-11T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T20:40:45.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>Hlo, as a new blogger i'd like to make my 1st post and guess what... this is it!!! (now wasn't that exciting?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8274005-109482004580235602?l=yurgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/feeds/109482004580235602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8274005&amp;postID=109482004580235602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/109482004580235602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8274005/posts/default/109482004580235602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurgh.blogspot.com/2004/09/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>3nigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15115465208890248489</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></feed>
