<?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-22936025</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:27:12.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Obsession</title><subtitle type='html'>I love irony and eccentricity. I'm addicted to melancholy and infinite sadness. I'm a sanguine phlegmatic. I'm a big dreamer. I usually ask about stupid things, but I love it when people actually think about it afterwards. I'm very animated, and I am absolutely loud. I think out loud, most of the time. My mind drifts when I'm bored. If I'm bored with you, you probably wouldn't notice. I'm an actress.. Well, atleast I was.Ü</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.Bianx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533718033140493827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i286/kiaradenique/biancasphonepics009.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936025.post-534825551661797491</id><published>2007-08-14T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:24:51.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on transparency...</title><content type='html'>Here's a thought, why do people go all out of the way to show someone that they're ignoring 'em? Isn't it pointless to ignore someone when it's so apparent in your snobbish face that you're avoiding him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever happened to good old white lies and public decency? Aren't they 'in' nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking out loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22936025-534825551661797491?l=biancarotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/feeds/534825551661797491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22936025&amp;postID=534825551661797491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/534825551661797491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/534825551661797491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-transparency.html' title='on transparency...'/><author><name>.Bianx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533718033140493827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i286/kiaradenique/biancasphonepics009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936025.post-3364593899693253530</id><published>2007-04-12T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T17:32:15.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheska is what?!</title><content type='html'>Aside from being the wonderful-est person in the whole wide world [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as said on the first post&lt;/span&gt;], and the Lord of the Conversation [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as proven daily&lt;/span&gt;]-- she's also the most useful bored cousin who fixes my accounts' layouts! Yay Cheska, find something else better to do. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22936025-3364593899693253530?l=biancarotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/feeds/3364593899693253530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22936025&amp;postID=3364593899693253530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/3364593899693253530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/3364593899693253530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/2007/04/cheska-is-what.html' title='Cheska is what?!'/><author><name>.Bianx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533718033140493827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i286/kiaradenique/biancasphonepics009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936025.post-115923493833708432</id><published>2006-09-26T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T16:40:17.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>posted.</title><content type='html'>when there's really nothing much to do (or rather post), you should go and answer surveys like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is it about you that people don't really notice?&lt;br /&gt;-- I’m petrified of clowns and mascots.&lt;br /&gt;(no, Jollibee. I don’t think you're cute, let alone funny.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do people commonly mistake you for?&lt;br /&gt;-- a kid…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you insecure?&lt;br /&gt;-- all of us have insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you're attractive?&lt;br /&gt;-- of course.Ü and irresistible to Sandino. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you find it easy to trust people?&lt;br /&gt;-- yes.. I’m planning to change that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you have a really big secret?&lt;br /&gt;-- again, friends’ secrets that I keep. As to whether I have 1, yeah, sure.&lt;br /&gt;(wouldn’t you wanna know?! Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If yes, how many people have you told about it?&lt;br /&gt;-- I’m not even sure if I have 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How are you when you get mad?&lt;br /&gt;-- I seldom get mad (sad, but true).&lt;br /&gt;But when I do, I just keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cry, or I send a nasty email or friendster message (cheska! LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you do when you're bored?&lt;br /&gt;-- stalk people, answer surveys, corrupt wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you enjoy doing nothing?&lt;br /&gt;-- sometimes. But I enjoy ‘working’ more.&lt;br /&gt;(surfing the net, updating my blog, stalking people on friendster, answering lameass surveys..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you comfortable in being alone?&lt;br /&gt;-- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you think watching the sunset or the stars is fun?&lt;br /&gt;-- it depends on the moment, on the person you’re sharing the experience with.&lt;br /&gt;But for the sake of answering this item, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you like the rain?&lt;br /&gt;-- yes,yes,yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What can you say about poetry?&lt;br /&gt;-- a bunch of enticing words put together to form an “art”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you a phone person?&lt;br /&gt;-- not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you smoke weed?&lt;br /&gt;-- nope. I like my brain the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What song best describes how you feel?&lt;br /&gt;-- this item is cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What impossible thing do you want to do right now?&lt;br /&gt;-- turn invisible so I can steal things. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;(but then everything I touch must turn invisible too...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is missing in your life right this moment?&lt;br /&gt;-- oatmeal raisin cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. aRe you happy with the way things are going in your lovelife?&lt;br /&gt;-- :-) *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;-- (read above answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Where were you today?&lt;br /&gt;-- before here, home of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;-- type, print, staple, organize..stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who were you with today?&lt;br /&gt;-- sandino and zat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What are you planning to do now?&lt;br /&gt;-- doze off. I need some rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22936025-115923493833708432?l=biancarotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/feeds/115923493833708432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22936025&amp;postID=115923493833708432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/115923493833708432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/115923493833708432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/2006/09/posted.html' title='posted.'/><author><name>.Bianx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533718033140493827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i286/kiaradenique/biancasphonepics009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936025.post-115804542923654072</id><published>2006-09-12T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T17:37:10.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hampas ng araw, pagdamdam ng gabi</title><content type='html'>After a long period of journal hiatus, I’m back with an update of what transpired upon my absence. A lot had happened, and I mean A LOT since I’ve ‘gone’. Let me give you brief run-through, starting with my birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 5, 2 days after my actual birthday (I was absent that particular Monday – ‘birthday’ leave.haha), my office-mates (lead by Zat), surprised me by decorating my cube with pictures, banners and letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 5px 5px 0pt" height="208" alt="1" src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i297/biancarotte/Biancarotte005.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="208" alt="2" src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i297/biancarotte/Biancarotte006.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 5px 5px 0pt" height="208" alt="3" src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i297/biancarotte/Biancarotte001.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="208" alt="4" src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i297/biancarotte/Biancarotte007.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole day doing an ‘Amazing Race’ sort of thing where they had me go through different stations. In each station, letters from my colleagues await. Talk about effort.Ü. It was most of all tiring, but having all those letters and well-wishes for me on my birthday from thoughtful (not to mention creative) friends, I say it was all worth it.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded YM, even if it’s against company rules. (Screw those rules anyway). A while ago, a friend from Rich YM-ed me..exactly when Kat Flores of the HR department was asking me something. Bummer. She even commented on how Lee Dong Wook looks extra yummy in my display image. I agreed.Ü Was she being polite or is she up to sabotage me tomorrow? Haha…I really don’t know and honestly, I couldn’t care less. It’s nice that I have YM again. I get to chat when there’s nothing to do. (I chat ALL the time, just so you know). I’ll be gone by October anyway.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sister of a friend died last month while crossing Congressional Avenue. That place, known for its fast speeding cars, cabs and tricycles, is nonetheless very deadly (I met an accident there too, but that’s a whole different story. ;p) I remember that day when I heard of her death. I woke up feeling glum and heavy, not knowing why. I found out about it a little later, when a friend told me of the tragedy. I was startled, and for a moment there, I kind of felt numb. I guess that’s how my body reacts when I’m overwhelmed. When I arrived in the office, I slouched in my chair, covered my face and cried for a whole 10 minutes. My heart was very heavy that whole day. Next month would’ve been her 18th birthday. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt" height="208" alt="5" src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i297/biancarotte/Go_sheena.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;Marvi will be leaving on the 25th. (Ola, España!) I know, it’s her lifelong dream to go to Europe..and I’m very proud of her..extremely proud even. It’s just that I’m gonna miss her terribly! She’s one of my 7 soul sisters.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait for our post-birthday-slash-despedida party: an all-girls night out, no boyfriends (hmmm…), no Romeo Movido! Haha! (that doesn’t mean I don’t love you chocomousse.), booze, food, and of course pure, unadulterated ‘wholesome’ fun. (I AM wholesome). I’m gonna miss you Marvi! Till then, Adios!Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in love with up dharma down’s Pag-agos. At last, a song with lyrics that sound so good, I can taste it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;At sa aking pagkuubli, hampas ng araw pagdamdam ng gabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Tulog ang iyong mga kamay, di nako makapag antay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Isang umaga muling aahon, at sisikat sa mga panahon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Na tayo pang dalawa, masayang pagsasama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Buong araw ng pag-agos, kailan ang huling unos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Di alam kung tatakbo, kusang lalayo sayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Isang umaga muli ng pag-iisa, walang mayakap at makasama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pusong pilit na sinugatan, landas kong karaniwan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally, a message to them people who can’t keep their eyes to themselves:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;I know…you may be poor…famished, even. But please, be decent enough to mind your own phone&lt;/em&gt;.Ü”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- FIN -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22936025-115804542923654072?l=biancarotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/feeds/115804542923654072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22936025&amp;postID=115804542923654072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/115804542923654072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/115804542923654072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/2006/09/hampas-ng-araw-pagdamdam-ng-gabi.html' title='hampas ng araw, pagdamdam ng gabi'/><author><name>.Bianx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533718033140493827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i286/kiaradenique/biancasphonepics009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936025.post-115087784292453020</id><published>2006-06-21T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T10:48:41.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Muna.</title><content type='html'>watch this and marvel at her talent. let's bring-bring...bring your flower head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/leW9nn8ZCAM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/leW9nn8ZCAM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=leW9nn8ZCAM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=leW9nn8ZCAM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaf ur ofen hand, okei?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22936025-115087784292453020?l=biancarotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/feeds/115087784292453020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22936025&amp;postID=115087784292453020' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/115087784292453020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/115087784292453020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/2006/06/break-muna.html' title='Break Muna.'/><author><name>.Bianx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533718033140493827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i286/kiaradenique/biancasphonepics009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936025.post-115071404031437743</id><published>2006-06-19T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T15:46:50.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR SOMEBODY WHO HAS ALWAYS LOVED ME AS A LITTLE BOY: To Bianca on our 1st anniversary</title><content type='html'>As far as I can remember, I’m fond of daydreaming. Ever since I was a toddler, my mind always drifts off somewhere. I don’t know if it’s ever considered normal to have daydreams as often as I have them…anyway, I still have that odd habit until now. You might say I have a very wild imagination, thanks to the television. I’m not very fond of books (although I read when I’m not lazy which is a very rare occasion). Why read if you can watch them? Wicked TV, made me an addict. I love TV so much I watch even the TV. Guide channel. I curse the day my parents banned me from watching TV on weekdays! Now back to daydreaming. What are daydreams anyway? Is it a desperate attempt to escape from reality?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s also the main reason why I love toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love making Wolverine, Lone Ranger, and Rambo fight against each other in our sofa as a little boy. I feel like crying when I receive a gift that feels soft. Why do people give clothes as gift to kids? Don’t they know kids don’t appreciate them? When I was a little boy, every time I ask my parents to buy me a toy (which is most of the time an action figure by the way), they always answer back: “na-out grow mo na yang mga laruan na yan.” That’s why until now, toys are my frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in kinder, I didn’t like school. I cried on my first day at school. And on my second day. And on my third. I told myself back then that once I finish college, I’m going to stop going to school. Now here I am taking up nursing as a second course. Am I childish? I don’t know. Maybe I am. I hate being a grown up. Growing up means having more problems. What’s my point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last June 14 I just turned 21. I don’t feel like I’m 21 and I don’t look like I’m 21. It was just like any other day. I drove my mom to her appointment, and then we ate lunch, got home, did some errands, went to church, ate dinner, and so on and so forth. That night, I couldn’t sleep. As usual I don’t know why. Maybe it was because I was thinking about a lot of things. God, I’m already 21. Some people my age already has a family…and a job. Then, I suddenly remembered that I have a lot of things to be thankful for. I am thankful for having a girlfriend. It was one year ago when I received a phone call just minutes before June 14 ended. So this is how it feels like to have a girlfriend. For me, starting that day, I always felt that somebody is connected to me. It’s like I have a twin somewhere. Argh…I can’t explain it. It’s like I am bonded to somebody; I feel attached anywhere I go. I am so madly in love with my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last June 14, I was reminiscing of the so many days we have been together. No, our relationship is not perfect. There’s no such thing. I don’t care how many times we argued about not seeing each other, about me not replying immediately to her text or about missing a movie. I just love her. So what does this have to do with daydreams? Well as I told you earlier I couldn’t sleep. So I went outside and sat on our garage. The sky was empty. I was disappointed not to see any stars that night. Then I started thinking of how old I already, I’m already 21. My mind started to drift. Have I done something wrong in the past? Did I make a wrong decision somewhere in my life? Then I had this imagined: God would make me go back to being a 6 year old boy. But, he was going to make my memory intact so I could remake my life over again. Then something struck me. Where would my Bianca be? I thought hey, I could try to contact her, find her phone number or something. But what was I going to say? “Hi it’s me, Batchoy, your future boyfriend! You love me and I love you.” Nope, that won’t work. Maybe I’ll just have to wait until I meet her then. What, like wait for 18 years and court her again?! But then I thought what if something happens and we didn’t meet. Where was I going to find her? Cebu? Davao? That’s when I started to feel a lump on my throat and a tear in my eye. Stupid sentimental boy. It was a daydream. But you know what? It was a reality check for me. I realized I was too busy looking for the mistakes I had done in my life, I couldn’t accept the fact that I am growing up…that I was no longer a boy. I realized have so much to be thankful for. Surprisingly I felt sleepy at last. I got up and went back to bed. I lied down comfortably then suddenly just before I slept I remembered something, I reached for my cellphone and stared at the picture that made me happy since June 14, 2005.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22936025-115071404031437743?l=biancarotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/feeds/115071404031437743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22936025&amp;postID=115071404031437743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/115071404031437743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/115071404031437743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-somebody-who-has-always-loved-me_19.html' title='FOR SOMEBODY WHO HAS ALWAYS LOVED ME AS A LITTLE BOY: &lt;br&gt;To Bianca on our 1st anniversary'/><author><name>.Bianx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533718033140493827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i286/kiaradenique/biancasphonepics009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936025.post-114983309732481681</id><published>2006-06-09T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T16:17:23.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you just gotta love him.~sigh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 222px; height: 171px;" alt="1" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1957/2341/320/Slide23.jpg" border="0" height="212" width="247" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 222px; height: 169px;" alt="2" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1957/2341/320/dennist%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" height="163" width="233" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 224px; height: 164px;" alt="3" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1957/2341/320/den.jpg" border="0" height="177" width="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;fine. i'm guilty. shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really like dennis trillo. how could you not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...these are definitely not his most compromising pictures but hey...he still looks cute,doesn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd...help me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22936025-114983309732481681?l=biancarotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/feeds/114983309732481681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22936025&amp;postID=114983309732481681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114983309732481681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114983309732481681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-just-gotta-love-himsigh.html' title='you just gotta love him.~sigh!'/><author><name>.Bianx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533718033140493827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i286/kiaradenique/biancasphonepics009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936025.post-114974254458337888</id><published>2006-06-08T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T13:01:43.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Can you name 21 people you can think of right off the top of your head? Dont read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 21 people. Ready, Start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;1.bong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;2.cheska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;3.jenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;4.marvi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;5.rach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;6.xyla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;7.elena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;8.sheena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;9.romeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;10.jopet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;11.mae s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;12.audie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;13.francia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;14.charisse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;15.ode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;16.faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;17.gel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;18.cherry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;19.jonathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;20.rjay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;21.manying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;THE QUESTIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;1. How did you meet 14?&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;sa school.forever seat-mate, co-ojt-er, dancing partner.hay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;2. What would you do if you never met 6?&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;life wouldn't be as pleasant as it is now.:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;3. What would you do if 20 and 9 dated?&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;*knock on wood* not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;4.Did you ever like 5?&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;sobra.mahal ko yan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;5. Would 4 and 12 make a good couple?&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;what? no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;6. Describe 8&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;crazy, sexy, beautiful. ~wink~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;7. Do you think 13 is attractive?&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;sobra. :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;8.Tell me something about 17&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;a true friend in every sense of the word(/s?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;9. Do you know any of 4's family members?&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;hay.gusto mo pati cousins? ilan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;10. What's 21's favorite color?&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;blue. forever blue. amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;11. What would you do if 18 confessed he/she likes you?&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;ahahaha! planting ginseng,planting ginseng!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;12. what language does 20 speak?&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;filipino, english, bataan-enio?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;13. Who is 9 going out with?&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;yikee! noon si sh-----..nyewewewe! hindi niyo alaaaam!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;14. What year is 16 in?&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;graduate na kami niyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;15. When's the last time you talked to 13?&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;tagal na…mga May, before I got a job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;16. What is 2's favorite band?&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;CUESHE! ahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;17. Would you ever date 7?&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;been there, done that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;18. Would you ever date 12? :&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;lunch date,recess date…kahit ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;19. Is 15 single?&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;of course not! hinihintay ko nalang kasal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;20. What is 19's last name?&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;lau. As in j.lau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;21. Would you ever want to be in a serious relationship with 11?&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;ahahaha! if i could,i definitely would!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;22. What school does 3 go to?&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Miriam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;23. Where does 15 live?&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Las Pinas. the 'over nyt-an" house. ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;24. What's your favorite thing about 10?&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;he knows how to treat women.sweet. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;25. Have you seen number 1 naked?&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;si bong?! hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22936025-114974254458337888?l=biancarotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/feeds/114974254458337888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22936025&amp;postID=114974254458337888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114974254458337888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114974254458337888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/2006/06/21-questions.html' title='21 Questions'/><author><name>.Bianx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533718033140493827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i286/kiaradenique/biancasphonepics009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936025.post-114898195986134157</id><published>2006-05-30T17:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T17:39:19.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(will be) on blog-leave...again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;will be leaving for &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Cebu&lt;/span&gt; for a conference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;hey,hey,hey mga bai! kita-kits after 7 years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;k&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;nikilig ako! :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22936025-114898195986134157?l=biancarotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/feeds/114898195986134157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22936025&amp;postID=114898195986134157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114898195986134157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114898195986134157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/2006/05/will-be-on-blog-leaveagain_30.html' title='(will be) on blog-leave...again.'/><author><name>.Bianx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533718033140493827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i286/kiaradenique/biancasphonepics009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936025.post-114871581972320072</id><published>2006-05-27T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T15:43:41.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;there are some things that I just can't contain.I hope I don't bore you to death with these.:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yes people...contrary to popular belief, I do have a job. I'm now an official tax payer; part of the working class.Damn.I snagged the job one week after my initial interview.I'm now an Administrative Assistant at Glaxo Smithkline's Performance Effectiveness Resounce Group Department (PERG).Still a casual, but with a great chance of being a regular.October will be the decision month for me so I'm really really determined to do great with this.2 weeks had been absolutely different for me.Waking up at 5:45 every morning was...i mean IS...hell.Riding the MRT daily makes hell such an understatement.Try multiplying the feeling exponentially,now that would somewhat amount to what I feel.Walking,though with promises of burning cellulite in my thighs (which accumulated during my short-lived vacation, by the way),3 blocks from Magallanes station is terrible.That's why I'm forced to stick with my trustee flat-shoes as my daily footwear (and I was so excited to use my pumps.They match all my office-wear,ya know!?) Speaking of daily apparel, corporate clothing as my daily get-up was really a 180 degree turn from my usual jeans and t-shirt get-up.Now that it's been 2 weeks since I started working,I'm afraid it's time, sad to say,for me to "ulit" my blouses.I can't wait for payday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A lot of changes had occurred,really. New job instantly means new life. I had to mature;grow-up eventhough I don't want to (yet..hehe).But that's life.The cliche sucks but that's true. I hate it that I don't get to see Batchoy that often anymore.Once a week would be an indulgence. I get to talk to him every now and then though,using the company phone of course :-) Oh,and I'm ecstatic that I have my own working cube already: my own computer, own desk, own everything.Next week,I'm gonna start stuffing it with some of my room stuff...just so I could give it a personal touch (naka-ng-shet!).I'm glad that people at PERG are super bait. I never felt out-of-place from the moment I stepped in that Monday morning. I'm so thankful also that they're uber patient with me, you know, being new and stuff.I love that I have good work mates.I love that all of us in PERG are all girls.GIRL POWER TO THE NTH LEVEL ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I had my hair cut to.Just like Angel Aquino's.It's new...and different...but just like my life so far, it's awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Confused with this entry? Read my profile.I love irony. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22936025-114871581972320072?l=biancarotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/feeds/114871581972320072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22936025&amp;postID=114871581972320072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114871581972320072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114871581972320072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-everything.html' title='new everything'/><author><name>.Bianx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533718033140493827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i286/kiaradenique/biancasphonepics009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936025.post-114699665059858507</id><published>2006-05-07T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T18:10:50.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come...let's food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1957/2341/1600/Biancarotte005.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1957/2341/320/Biancarotte005.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let's savor every moment!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1957/2341/1600/Biancarotte004.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="228" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1957/2341/320/Biancarotte004.2.jpg" width="352" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; tryin' to look convincing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1957/2341/1600/Biancarotte001-2.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1957/2341/320/Biancarotte001-2.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;apple pie.bow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it's the yummiest apple pie i've ever tasted my whole life. it's a bit costy (P 110.00+) pero super sulit kasi masarap ng sobra. it's good for two people pa. super yummy,as in! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1. hindi sobrang tamis, hindi rin matabang---perfect! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2. the pie crust is just right: sweet and flaky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3. the apples are not soggy too. crunchy and not too acidic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4. the caramel sauce? shet...namatay nalang ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5. may cinnamon sugar pa on top tsaka nuts and one big scoop of vanilla ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;if i got you craving for this piece of heaven, you can get it at gateway, sa food court, sa NYPD DINER. trust me, you'll thank me for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22936025-114699665059858507?l=biancarotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/feeds/114699665059858507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22936025&amp;postID=114699665059858507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114699665059858507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114699665059858507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/2006/05/comelets-food.html' title='come...let&apos;s food'/><author><name>.Bianx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533718033140493827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i286/kiaradenique/biancasphonepics009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936025.post-114639090711500193</id><published>2006-04-30T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T17:58:39.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ON BLOG LEAVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1957/2341/1600/Bianca%20Graduation%20at%20PICC%20Mar29%20004-2aa.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1957/2341/320/Bianca%20Graduation%20at%20PICC%20Mar29%20004-2aa.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from left to right: june, ode, faith, moi, vanjo (sa likod.nyahaha.),charisse, francia, mae elpa, kokx and namron&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haaay...gonna miss those smiles. from ear to ear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1957/2341/1600/Image(174).2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1957/2341/320/Image%28174%29.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1957/2341/1600/Image(174).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cake foundation? check.&lt;br /&gt;uber pink blush-on? check.&lt;br /&gt;bubble-gum lipstick? check.&lt;br /&gt;(and i'm not even referring to myself.nyahaha)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1957/2341/1600/Bianca%20Graduation%20at%20PICC%20Mar29%20004-2aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing to post really...just wanted to share some (long overdue) pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22936025-114639090711500193?l=biancarotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/feeds/114639090711500193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22936025&amp;postID=114639090711500193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114639090711500193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114639090711500193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/2006/04/on-blog-leave_30.html' title='ON BLOG LEAVE'/><author><name>.Bianx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533718033140493827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i286/kiaradenique/biancasphonepics009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936025.post-114621187334982082</id><published>2006-04-28T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T16:11:13.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the noise of demacracy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i'm not really into politics. nor am i used to voicing out my political convictions (if there were any).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it just so happened that there was no cable last night that i was forced to watch debate with mare and pare (or whatever the title of the show is).&lt;/span&gt; the topic was something i found funny: "ano ang mas matimbang? ang karapatan mag protesta o ang pag respeto kay GMA&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;?" i mean, right?! that topic wasn't so hard after all.&lt;/span&gt; of course, i choose my liberty and freedom rights over respect of the president. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;with all due respect, i know we were taught as youngsters to respect the elderly and what not.&lt;/span&gt; but man...a cheater? a fake? please. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;respect is not an absolute idea, it is relative upon the person whether he/she deserves it or not.&lt;/span&gt; sure, you may not respect the position, but you should respect the person...&lt;em&gt;not in all cases...no!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;let me give you a hypothetical situation:&lt;/span&gt; if you were in a graduation ceremony where the guest speaker is Hitler...would you give him his "due" respect? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i don't think sooooooo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; respect is not demanded. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it is earned&lt;/span&gt;. i repeat, respect is not an absolute idea. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;now, the opposition says the sanctity of the ceremony should have at least been honored.&lt;/span&gt; but this doesn't mean that our rights should take a backseat. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;that was even the perfect opportunity for them to demonstrate. the president was there, they were there...perfection.&lt;/span&gt; protesting does not choose any situation, person or place. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it strikes anywhere&lt;/span&gt;. it should be exercised anywhere. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so if they insist that the sanctity of the ceremony should be preserved, then only role models who are credible and worthy of being respected should be invited to such commencement exercises&lt;/span&gt;. according to winnie monsod, the right to protest overrides respect. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i agree&lt;/span&gt;. someone should tell that gonzales guy to stop the investigation and go to hell. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the government exists for the protection of the people's interest. the president is the servant of the people&lt;/span&gt;...so: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;LISTEN TO THE PEOPLE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;FOSTER STUDENT ACTIVISM!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(just thinking out loud...)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22936025-114621187334982082?l=biancarotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/feeds/114621187334982082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22936025&amp;postID=114621187334982082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114621187334982082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114621187334982082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/2006/04/noise-of-demacracy.html' title='the noise of demacracy'/><author><name>.Bianx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533718033140493827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i286/kiaradenique/biancasphonepics009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936025.post-114240006848568395</id><published>2006-03-15T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T13:21:08.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's morphin' time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hadn't been online for weeks now. damn am i pathetic. it's not that i don't have time or anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i'm more of anxious; scared to update myself of what transpired upon my absence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.the past two weeks had been hell-ish for me.i never had a good night sleep since "vacation" day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my body has also been functioning really weird lately. on an average, i sleep only 5-6 hours a day.(blame it on my defective digestive system).i get up in the middle of the night to do some bathroom business, which should normally occur in the morning, after breakfast or before i shower (am i grossing you out already?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i have this vein at the back of my head that have unusually been swelling for three weeks now. it throbs every now and then too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my skin is flaky,due to lack of sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my hands and feet are unusually cold, and my hair is drying out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;friday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;woke up at 5:00 am. brother borrowed 100 bucks from me. tried to catch my sleep but to no avail.filed my nails and accidentally scratched my forehead.finished my financial statement at 9:00am.went to school to meet up with my president and auditor. edited minor details. feet got soaked due to rain. found out that i averaged 1.94.planned to file complaint vs. MS. CALACA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;found out at 7:00pm that financial statement was not signed because no receipts were present.wen to bed at 9:00 pm,actually slept at around 2:00am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;woke up at 7:00am.had to be in school by ten.printed a 24-page report.got scolded by father for "not contributing to society". passed resceipts at around 11.went home at 12. flat-iron-ed my hair, but got frizzy after an hour. asked permission from bong if i could go to a friend's party at 9:00pm. boyfriend said "no", so i went.got in a fight by 12:00 midnight.played "in the middle" with highschool friends.lost by P25.00.got a cab at 1:30.home by 1:45.fought with boyfriend on the phone for 1 1/2 hours.set alarm at 6:00am.slept at around 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;turned alarm off at 6am.got out of bed at 6:30.woke up with a bitter taste of spoiled beer in my mouth and with hair smelling like a chimney.got my things ready and got out of the door by 8:00am.went straight to bong's place and afterwards, left for remedios resort at 10.swam like there's no tomorrow.got home at 9:00pm.slept at around 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;woke up at 8am.went to school at 9.brought additional jacket orders.kids got pissed at me because good god! it's already summer.rained like crazy at around 11am.had a freshman call me fat.shoved him hard and asked him to apologize.jared just laughed at my face (that bastard) .got home at 1pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;tuesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;9th month-sary.planned to go out with bong, but got lazy and just had him go over my place.went out to buy a new watch, a pink top, new earrings and shawarma.bought the dvd "just friends" and 2 huge packs of fish crackers.watched movie at the living room.movie was not lame...just boring.watched the simpson's at 6pm.bong got home at 6:30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;zech called. asked me to bring P850.00 for refund.wanted to cancel meeting but zech left already.checked my mail at 12:00nn.found out that it was too late for me to file a complaint already.found out that wowowee was back on air.will be leaving for schoo at around 2.can't wait to go home and bore myself to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i need to get a life.(and vitamins too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22936025-114240006848568395?l=biancarotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/feeds/114240006848568395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22936025&amp;postID=114240006848568395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114240006848568395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;no more red tin can full of coins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;no more battle of the sexes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;no more lesser beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;no more higher beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;no more "seminars".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;no more bangaoil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22936025-114146849180514862?l=biancarotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/feeds/114146849180514862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i286/kiaradenique/biancasphonepics009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936025.post-114136604936928462</id><published>2006-03-03T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T14:07:29.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just had the sweetest chat with  chocomousse today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recap on things we haven't shared in a while...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;catching up on things that needs updating.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;things have indeed changed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but he will always be my chocomousse, and I, his cupcake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(for romeo movido.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22936025-114136604936928462?l=biancarotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/feeds/114136604936928462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22936025&amp;postID=114136604936928462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114136604936928462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114136604936928462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/2006/03/hay.html' title='hay.'/><author><name>.Bianx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533718033140493827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i286/kiaradenique/biancasphonepics009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936025.post-114136254869169900</id><published>2006-03-03T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T13:09:08.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ethics&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;utilitarianism&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;counselling&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cassette tapes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;financial statements&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;receipts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;4 thousand pesos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;5 thousand pesos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;jackets&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;bong lora&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;graduation investiture fee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;magna carta&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;melancholy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;jessica zafra&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yoga and capoeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;big brother&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;earthquakes and rain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;compensation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;hate mail&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;nail lacquer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;solitude&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;catharsis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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words.'/><author><name>.Bianx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533718033140493827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i286/kiaradenique/biancasphonepics009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936025.post-114136092402549762</id><published>2006-03-03T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T18:20:09.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;puchang E-LEAP yan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;wala na nga akong quiz,pati ba naman finals???? bakit kasi hindi nalang i-pen and paper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;tsk, at yang MS. CALACA na yan,where the hell is your work ethics? ang yabang-yabang mo! customer service ka ng UST, tapos ang taray taray mo! tuition ko nagpapakain sa pamilya mo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;how dare you threaten my grade with your arrogance? tapos muntik mo pa ko bagsakan ng fone? come on?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;how the hell can we cheat when we aren't even at the same place? hello? online nga eh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;pag proceed sa number 2 question, walang question! damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;i took the exam again, test completed na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;i viewed the assessment, cannot be viewed because test is not yet completed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;anlabo men!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;bulok na ELEAP! IBASURA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22936025-114136092402549762?l=biancarotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/feeds/114136092402549762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22936025&amp;postID=114136092402549762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114136092402549762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114136092402549762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/2006/03/damn-technology.html' title='damn technology'/><author><name>.Bianx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533718033140493827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i286/kiaradenique/biancasphonepics009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936025.post-114103255795860062</id><published>2006-02-27T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T14:01:25.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey Galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what is your name? (must not contain: a, c, g, h, s, j, u, r, n): ---b oe eid oyeece...putangina. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. what time is it? (you CANNOT use numbers) ---five twenty-six in the afternoon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. what school or job do you go to? (you CANNOT use proper nouns):---the only royal pontifical catholic university of this country. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. how are you feeling right now? (must contain at least 6 letters)---pissed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. how old are you? (cannot be in terms of years) ---let's put it like this... if I were a man, debut ko na ngayong taon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PREFERENCES/FAVORITES: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. where's the perfect vacation place? (cannot be in the philippines)---Bahamas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. favorite musical artist? (must be outdated)---engelbert and humperdink. (o... angal ka pa?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. favorite book? (must contain at least 400 pages)---the labor code of the Philippines with comments and cases!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. favorite junkfood? (must come in at least 3 flavors)---french-fries (ano ka ngayon? May sourcream,cheese and bbq yon!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. favorite spice (you must also state at least 3 food/drink items in which the spice is used) ---cinnamon!!!! (apple pie, cinnamon roll, cinnamon coffee!!! Patay ka)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. favorite country? (you must be able to name the capital and a natural landmark) ---Philippines &gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manila; Hinulugang Taktak! (panis!!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. favorite food? (must be filipino food)---kinilaw na tuna! (Davao rocks!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. one of your favorite movies? (you must also state one of the characters of the movie and a memorable line they said)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---harry potter 3 -&gt; Daniel radcliffe -&gt; lumous maxima.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. state another memorable line from that movie..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---"harry......" (putakte... lupet ko!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.favorite holiday? (must be celebrated by all)---labor day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22936025-114103255795860062?l=biancarotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/feeds/114103255795860062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22936025&amp;postID=114103255795860062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114103255795860062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114103255795860062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/2006/02/survey-galore.html' title='Survey Galore'/><author><name>.Bianx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533718033140493827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i286/kiaradenique/biancasphonepics009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936025.post-114103220993999866</id><published>2006-02-26T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:28:02.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fill in the Blanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1957/2341/1600/Clun%20Manila%20East%20062-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1957/2341/320/Clun%20Manila%20East%20062-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten in fight with ur pet: yep. scratches galore.&lt;br /&gt;Been to California : in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to China: hong kong was not yet china back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to Canada : nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danced naked : hahahaha! Yep! you bet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamed something really crazy and then it happened the next day: oo! Grabeh... nakakakilabot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wished you were the opposite sex : yep... dati... super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had imaginary friends? Yep... when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crush on someone? I'm not going to answer STUPID questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What book are you reading now : Labor Code of the Philippines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst feeling in the world : solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future son's name : Sandino. lufet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with a stuffed animal: (define "sleep with"...?) yes. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed : shoes, magazines (candy mag), slippers, art materials, siblings, rock stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: teeree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location : parent's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College plans : ....downloading: 30%...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piercings/tattoos : 3 piercings. tattoos: none.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22936025-114103220993999866?l=biancarotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/feeds/114103220993999866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22936025&amp;postID=114103220993999866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114103220993999866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114103220993999866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/2006/02/fill-in-blanks.html' title='Fill in the Blanks'/><author><name>.Bianx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533718033140493827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i286/kiaradenique/biancasphonepics009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936025.post-114103020572272199</id><published>2006-02-25T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:29:58.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And finally, I welcome myself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ano barcsh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What really convinced me to start blogging? Well, the fact that everybody else is doing it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(but then there's the whole premise of ethics being relative and stuff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This really isn't ethics, so what the hell am i trying to prove here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wala naman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22936025-114103020572272199?l=biancarotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/feeds/114103020572272199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22936025&amp;postID=114103020572272199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114103020572272199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114103020572272199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-finally-i-welcome-myself.html' title='And finally, I welcome myself...'/><author><name>.Bianx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533718033140493827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i286/kiaradenique/biancasphonepics009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936025.post-114075856737404387</id><published>2006-02-24T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T16:14:39.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is just a test.</title><content type='html'>Cheska is the most wonderful-est person in teh world! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22936025-114075856737404387?l=biancarotte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/feeds/114075856737404387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22936025&amp;postID=114075856737404387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114075856737404387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22936025/posts/default/114075856737404387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancarotte.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-just-test.html' title='This is just a test.'/><author><name>.Bianx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533718033140493827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i286/kiaradenique/biancasphonepics009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
