<?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-18748033</id><updated>2011-12-14T22:10:04.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life chronicles of nixinne</title><subtitle type='html'>A realistic and catastrophic approach to life and everything that goes along with it...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-5978061243465495235</id><published>2007-02-19T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T10:09:12.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>camel toe</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="320"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-mplayer2" classid="6BF52A52-394A-11d3-B153-00C04F79FAA6" height="300" width="320"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="fileName" value="http://www.bofunk.com/myspace/320.asx" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="URL" value="http://www.bofunk.com/myspace/320.asx" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="src" value="http://www.bofunk.com/myspace/320.asx" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allownetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="enableJSURL" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="enableHREF" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="saveEmbedTags" value="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="showcontrols" value="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="showstatusbar" value="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="red" size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bofunk.com" target="_new"&gt;Video and Code Provided by BoFunk.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-5978061243465495235?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/5978061243465495235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=5978061243465495235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/5978061243465495235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/5978061243465495235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2007/02/camel-toe.html' title='camel toe'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-4221460843391717399</id><published>2007-02-06T07:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T07:29:12.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what is philosophy?</title><content type='html'>Dr. Grippe, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer your question: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't think it is okay to engage in heinous crimes even if it is personally or societally allowed. I think, even when these people [who committed these crimes] allow themselves to reason out the "good' of their crimes, it still doesn't make sense. Their reasoning doesn't make any sense, they are nonsensical. Society in ancient Rome allowed barbaric fights between prisoners  for entertainment, and yet after a while, it became nonsensical. They couldn't continue the tradition because as the people think of the reasoning behind this, if it is of any importance, if any of it is logical to pursue, they ended up knowing that everything is shallow, that there really is no logical reasoning behind it all. l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farther I read and try to understand philosophy, it seems to me that philosophy's main ground is not only just asking questions and just answering it. As you are trying to point out, the reasoning behind it is all too important to just give meaning or reason to a certain answer because of mere or true belief without logically analyzing each main point of reasoning. The reasoning behind the answer needs to be sound, to be believable, and it needs to give life to the question itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in my case, a Filipino with a limited vocabulary, it is hard to express my reasoning on my philosophical standards because of language barrier. I am just talking about being here in United States, where English is the primary language. This poses a big threat to my line of reasoning just because I cannot fully express what I mean. Reading chapter 18 of Succio about analytical philosophy and Witgensteins's "deconstruction of traditional philosophy" in Tractarus, it made me question what and how language affects the logical reasoning behind a philosophy. Our philosophy itself is very limited to our own experiences, beliefs and knowledge, Wittgenstein may have actually have a point regarding "philosophical problems as results of misunderstanding  what language is and how it works." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I think of philosophy as "illusory and linguistic?" I have yet to understand all aspects of philosophy before I can be final on my stand on philosophy but I can truly say that Wittgenstein's made me question more of what philosophy truly is. To grasp philosophy is to grasp everything that stands for a good, logical reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least, for the first part of our philosophy reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: All quotes are form Succio, Chapter 18, page 497  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his response...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well said!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no barrier to understanding as far as I can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. G&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-4221460843391717399?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/4221460843391717399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=4221460843391717399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/4221460843391717399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/4221460843391717399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-is-philosophy.html' title='what is philosophy?'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-9156178186434243553</id><published>2007-02-06T06:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T06:34:02.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a woman's worth</title><content type='html'>In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he&lt;br /&gt;was pursuing the question,&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of man are you looking for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in&lt;br /&gt;the eye and asking, "Do you really want to know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reluctantly, he said "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began to expound...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As a woman in this day and age, I am in a&lt;br /&gt;position to ask a man what he can do for me that I&lt;br /&gt;can't do for myself. I pay my own bills. I take&lt;br /&gt;care of my household without the help of any&lt;br /&gt;man...or woman for that matter. I am in the&lt;br /&gt;position to ask, "What can you bring to the table?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she&lt;br /&gt;was referring to money. She quickly corrected his&lt;br /&gt;thought and stated, "I am not referring to money.&lt;br /&gt;I need something more. I need a man who is&lt;br /&gt;striving for perfection in every aspect of life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and&lt;br /&gt;asked her to explain. She said "I am looking for&lt;br /&gt;someone who is striving for perfection mentally&lt;br /&gt;because I need conversation and mental&lt;br /&gt;stimulation. I don't need a simple-minded man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am looking for someone who is striving for&lt;br /&gt;perfection spiritually because I don't need to be&lt;br /&gt;unequally yoked...believers mixed with unbelievers&lt;br /&gt;is a recipe for disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need a man who is striving for perfection&lt;br /&gt;financially because I don't need a financial burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am looking for someone who is sensitive enough&lt;br /&gt;to understand what I go through as a woman, but&lt;br /&gt;strong enough to keep me grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am looking for someone who I can respect. In&lt;br /&gt;order to be submissive, I must respect him. I&lt;br /&gt;cannot be submissive to a man who isn't taking&lt;br /&gt;care of his business. I have no problem being&lt;br /&gt;submissive...he just has to be worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God made woman to be a help mate for man. I can't&lt;br /&gt;help a man if he can't help himself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she finished her spill, she looked at him. He&lt;br /&gt;sat there with a puzzled look on his face. He&lt;br /&gt;said, "You are asking a lot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "I'm worth a lot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this to every woman who's worth a lot. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-9156178186434243553?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/9156178186434243553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=9156178186434243553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/9156178186434243553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/9156178186434243553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2007/02/womans-worth.html' title='a woman&apos;s worth'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-6445085464761952041</id><published>2007-02-06T05:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T05:54:27.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>epigrammatic</title><content type='html'>i did this like in 2001...still young and immature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- o 0 Scientific Biostat 0 o -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genus:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Species:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;F&amp;EHFTWU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Common Name:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace, Grazia, Sweetie, Nini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Niche:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chokolait, Nixinne, Angelcake, Endyelkeyk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Habitat:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacramento, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rehabilitation Center:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norwalk Community College (previously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student Number:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01100402541&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Email Address(es):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nixinne@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homepage URL:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.angelfire.com/ct3/nixinne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Category:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rated RDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Condition:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schizophrenic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- o 0 Favoritez Clichez 0 o -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fave Weather:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fave Time of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightime..when i can go out and have some fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fave Spot on Earth:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach... while the moonlight shines through my soul &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fave Alienated Word:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaddahell are u talkin about? Stooooopid! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fave Part of the Body:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair and my eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fave Brand of Pen:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fave Childhood Game:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patintero, Putbol, Jack en Poy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fave Highschool Year:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior year! Where all the fun is out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fave Cartoon Character:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweety Bird..."i thawt i thaw a puddy tat" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fave Pet Name:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela, Teresa, Joy...ay!..pets name nga pala no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fave School Attire:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thongs, bikinis, evening gown...barong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fave Perfume:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CK One, Cool Water, Tommy Girl, Polo Sport, Drakkar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fave Enemy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i dont want to have one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i really have a favorite enemy? Jeezzz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fave Male Highschool Classmate:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerick Canencia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my best pal before. He help me with music, i help him get girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fave Female Highschool Classmate:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fave Highschool Affair/Celebration:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LCC... high school fair '93&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fave College Affair/Celebration:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean's Lister Fall'99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- o 0 Freeztyle 0 o -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last thing you wanna do before sleeping:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snuggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thing u would do for one free day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to New York and walk around Times Square &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person u want to replace UP Oblation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sino ba ang malaki ang katawan dito? hmmmm...Mhenng?..Hoy biro lang ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person that gives you 200/150 BP the moment you met him/her:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Professors?...they keep my BP up becoz of a lot of work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person u could talk to 24/7:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jozelle ---super sa kuwentuhannnnnn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person u think of while taking a bath:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly?... Ryan Philippe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person that makes u dizzy when he/she comes close to u:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who dont go and take a bath! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- o 0 Unique Fantasy 0 o -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Define LOVE in a Rated R way:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love? Love is the joining of two forces from heaven and earth!I promise i'll come up with a better one next time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your ultimate fantasy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate? Ultimate warrior of the WWF &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your Rated R fantasy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like it on a big floating bowl of Cheerios, milk and strawberries! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe your ultimate fantasy in a sexy way:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey! Long black hair, scary appearance, tough and nude! HaHaHa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What will u wear on your honeymoon night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Angela said before...NOTHING! Why should I wear one if it'll come off anywayz? HaHaHa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your wedding fantasy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, having my wedding vows while sky diving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-6445085464761952041?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/6445085464761952041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=6445085464761952041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/6445085464761952041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/6445085464761952041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2007/02/epigrammatic.html' title='epigrammatic'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-7918940354152820040</id><published>2007-02-06T05:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T06:31:41.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>old letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;damn, i remember this...from someone i &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; i loved before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace,&lt;br /&gt;       You are a big coward.Youve just shattered all my dreams and hopes.And to do it all through e-mail?You have no idea how much I love you,and still up to now you dont know what you mean to me.What is it?another man?That I can understand.But the fact that youre breaking up with me because I am who I am?I dont believe that.Dont tell me no lies.Be true to me.I blame myself for losing you.I had dreams for us in a home with more kids.How much im missing you and how hard it is not to have you here.By reading your e-mail,I thought I was going to die.This is too much for me.Youve just taken my heart and stepped all over it.But if that is how you feel,whats left for me to do?I hate You for this.And im sure the whole family will blame me for this.Why things like this always happen to me?I guess im just not too good with emotions.I keep too much to myself rather than go all out.This maybe the reason why.I cant finish this letter,i dont know whatelse to say.Im emotionally disturbed,I cant sleep.The thought of you being gone,all these pictures of us surrounding me.I feel like a part of me just died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another one...this one hated me so much!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey Kumusta na kayo, &lt;br /&gt; I know this is lame, but i swear to god this is the exact last time i will &lt;br /&gt;send u peepz, anything with details like these. &lt;br /&gt; First and foremost, i wasn't wrong at all, I kept all the things i hoped &lt;br /&gt;for and the dreams that i try to follow, since me and Grace broke up, i kept &lt;br /&gt;em' all, and i hoped to god it will happen, and Its not a mistake, and its &lt;br /&gt;wasn't, i still loved you, and theres nothing wrong with still hoping, I &lt;br /&gt;didn't care how much it hurt, but deep down on my soul i was afraid of not &lt;br /&gt;loving you anymore, so i kept my hope alive..   &lt;br /&gt;Since the day of May 29, i lived my life methodically. of course, it was &lt;br /&gt;pretty basic and normal, even though your gone by my side, i still laughed &lt;br /&gt;cryed, woke up, sleept like any regular human being alive would do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Everybody that was always real and down with me, still rode with me, and &lt;br /&gt;you werent there anymore Grace, everywhere i look everywhere i go, from &lt;br /&gt;Greenwich to Norwalk, to NY to Bridgeport, places to places, Echos house to &lt;br /&gt;Lazs house, to the birth of our first kiss at Corpuz's house, all the places &lt;br /&gt;we been through in the past, I went back there, Grace, without you this time, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not blaming you for everything anymore, and i'm not blaming myself as &lt;br /&gt;well, but you know me better than everybody Grace, my heart loves you,. and &lt;br /&gt;its weak to love again.  your head got big Grace. I still don't fuckin know, &lt;br /&gt;how the hell you live your life right now knowing you let someone who loves &lt;br /&gt;you and would do anything for you go.  but enough is enough, i'll rather &lt;br /&gt;forget about you now, than stay hurt and hope that you will love or care for &lt;br /&gt;me again.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told you so many times, when we were together, that IN MY FUCKIN WHOLE LIFE &lt;br /&gt;I JUST WANTED TO HAVE ONE GIRL TO GROW OLD WITH, AND SHARE MY LIFE WITH, u &lt;br /&gt;knew I choosed you, u FUCKIN SLUT, u made me believe u would stay and u were &lt;br /&gt;the one. WELL FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU FUCK You, YOU LIED, pinaasa mo ako, your &lt;br /&gt;wrong, your the biggest loser i know, BACK stabber, wipe that fuckin smile &lt;br /&gt;off your face, i swear to you that i will leave you alone now, For Fuckin &lt;br /&gt;ever, you can stick you and 253 7813 where the sun don't shine up your fuckin &lt;br /&gt;shaved vagina. cuz i don't want that shit anymore. &lt;br /&gt;and i'm not calling your stupid ass no more. why should i call you anyways, &lt;br /&gt;what so i have to hear that big ass mouth of yours have pms over and over &lt;br /&gt;again, i hate you, i swear to god i will hate you my whole life now. don't &lt;br /&gt;even fuckin look at me, if u see me. u want your life back huh, i never took &lt;br /&gt;that shit in the first place. you can have your life back, but know this, you &lt;br /&gt;can live the rest of your life, knowing somebody named J to double P, hating &lt;br /&gt;you and hating you and hating you. u see i use to think that your higher than &lt;br /&gt;an angel but now, i think your lower than shit. u don't deserve to be &lt;br /&gt;loved... Go run back to your crackhead boyfriend in the phills, have a 3 some &lt;br /&gt;with him and his other slutty girlfriend there... oh yeah if you wanna show &lt;br /&gt;your mom this email again, like u made her talk to me, this morning. guess &lt;br /&gt;what, Mrs Gloria Mackey, i will gladly leave your slutty daughter alone now, &lt;br /&gt;and i'm not young i'm almost 21, i'll be chillen in bars and clubs soon, &lt;br /&gt;unlike Miss 17 year old there, your fuckin daughter is lower than shit, i know u don't really care about your daugters personal life, but she &lt;br /&gt;smokes Malboro menthols all the time. haha, and she should be ashamed that &lt;br /&gt;she lied to my parents about everything about her. also all those times that &lt;br /&gt;she lied to you and said she was gonna to work or study, she went out with me &lt;br /&gt;instead, and stayed at my house till like 2 am, u should be taking care of &lt;br /&gt;that girl, after all even though shes 23, shes the most uncaring, person, in &lt;br /&gt;the world, she does not give a fuck, no she doesn't, shes so careless and &lt;br /&gt;ignorant about herself, she only listens to herself and nobody else, i bet &lt;br /&gt;she lies to you more than she lied to me.. palayasin nyo na yan garbage na &lt;br /&gt;yan..... I love this email so much, that i'm even lettin my parents read &lt;br /&gt;it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        So this is what I ask of all my fans &lt;br /&gt;If you ever see grace, whoop her ass, hit her with sticks, bricks, rocks, &lt;br /&gt;throw shit at her, Kick her, spit on her, treat her like a hoe, bitch-slap &lt;br /&gt;her, &lt;br /&gt;Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp bizkit &lt;br /&gt;Do it for Ate Liz, do it for Nino, do it for her mom &lt;br /&gt;Do it for Atong, do it for my family, do it just to do it, fuck it &lt;br /&gt;sHe's a bitch, she ain't gon' hit you back, she's nothin! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck her, that's it, i'm done, i promise, i'm done, that's it, I'm sorry, I'm &lt;br /&gt;sorry, i'm sorry, i promise &lt;br /&gt;I just believe in kickin in somebody while they don't do shit back, God damn! &lt;br /&gt; I quit.. ilibing nang buhay, ang lahat ng social ..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever say, i'm a kiss and tell again, cuz you don't have the right no &lt;br /&gt;mo, &lt;br /&gt;and don't call me, echo, laz  or anybody in the kooL Catz or the flipz, &lt;br /&gt;kissin our ass, cyin like a little baby...fuck you, u never cared about &lt;br /&gt;anybody, all u care about is how good u look, and how people thinks about &lt;br /&gt;you............ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahhahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaahaha, i may be evil and immature now, but fuck it, i'll rather be that &lt;br /&gt;than to be sad and pretending i'm trying to get stronger... thankz for fuckin &lt;br /&gt;Eminem, for the influence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm finally through with you, &lt;br /&gt;I'm just daring you to say sumthin back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing i ain't regreting none of this shiet.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Outz, i'll see you all later in life..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found one blog of this guy and here is what he tells about me 3 years later after our break up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 3 years to this very day. May 28th 2001 as i remember there was a person who likes to call herself Nixine back those days, i was rolling with that girl 24/7 none stop, well thats the first ever person who met me. there's a part of that person that made me the happiest sweetest  person in the world. people would come up to me and tell me "damn, that girl is the best thing that ever happaned to you". But it was also that person who brought the other side of me in this world. i never felt anger and depression my whole life since that time. never once since then that i didn't get what i wanted.  as much as i wanted it to that side of me that person saw first never left me at all. These days &amp;5$ needs to avoid being near that girl but &amp;^%H&amp;&amp;^T&amp; really hates that girl more than anybody always did always will,.. now she goes by the nickname Nixinne with the double n, oh well maybe she has her own issues like mines but who knows. difinitely not me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-7918940354152820040?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/7918940354152820040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=7918940354152820040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/7918940354152820040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/7918940354152820040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2007/02/old-letters.html' title='old letters'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-7169120515769509397</id><published>2007-01-30T07:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T07:05:00.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>abs-cbn linked my page</title><content type='html'>Wow! I searched "nixinne" at google.com and found this!...somebody bookmarked my page!! from abs-cbn nonetheless!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.google.com/search?q=cache:uLDuBTuej2YJ:www.geocities.com/realdream2004/abs-cbnfanatic/latest.html+nixinne&amp;hl=en&amp;gl=us&amp;ct=clnk&amp;cd=44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and this all from watching "maging sino ka man"...&lt;br /&gt;with eli, jb, celine and jackie/princess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;latest episode???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodebye dadoods...damn..i thought that spelled "daduds"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-7169120515769509397?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/7169120515769509397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=7169120515769509397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/7169120515769509397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/7169120515769509397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2007/01/abs-cbn-linked-my-page.html' title='abs-cbn linked my page'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-3252219921171457393</id><published>2007-01-29T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T15:01:49.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bilang isang blogger</title><content type='html'>excerpt from: &lt;br /&gt;http://pinoybloggers.wordpress.com/2007/01/21/filipino-bloggers-know-their-rights/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Bilang Isang Blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nauunawaan ko na karapatan ko ang sumulat ng tula, kahit pa ang mga salita nito ay di magtugma, kahit na mababaw, kahit na hindi pang elitista o pangmasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nauunawaan ko na karapatan kong ang sumulat ng kwento, ibahagi ang aking lungkot, duda, saya at minsan maging ang kawalan ng pag-asa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nauunawaan ko na karapatan kong isiwalat ang aking opinyon tungkol sa politika, simbahan, pamayanan o kahit pa tungkol sa aking pang maliit na lipunang ginagalawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Nauunawaan ko na karapatan kong ilabas ang aking inis, asar, yamot, galit, muhi sa aking nanay, tatay, kamag-anak, kabitbahay, at maging sa aking sarili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Nauunawaan ko na karapatan kong kumbinsihin at paniwalain ang iba ayon sa aking idelohiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Nauunawaan ko na karapatan kong magtanong sa bagay bagay na makaaapekto sa akin, sa aking kaibigan, kapamilya o kababayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Nauunawaan ko na karapatan kong ikumpara ang dalawa o higit pang prinsipyo, bagay, lunan, o personalidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Nauunawaan ko na karapatan ko ang magsiwalat ng mga larawang nagpapahayag ng aking damdamin o katayuan sa buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Nauunawaan ko na karapatan kong itago ang aking tunay na pangalan o kahit ano pang pagkakakilanlan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Nauunawaan ko na karapatan kong ibahagi ang aking paniniwala o kawalan ng paniniwala sa diyos o mga diyos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Nauunawaan ko, na bukod sa mga nabanggit at marami pa akong maaring gawin bilang isang blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Nauunawaan ko na karapatan ko ang maging malaya sa pakikialam ng kahit sino man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pagiging blogger ay aking karapatan.&lt;br /&gt;Karapatan ko ang maging malaya sa pagpapahayag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako ay isang blogger.&lt;br /&gt;At nauunawaan ko ang lahat ng ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bilang isang blogger din, ibinibigay ko sa iyo ang karapatan na kopyahin ang listahang ito para ilagay sa blog mo sa kasunduang bibigyan mo ako ng karampatang pagkilala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiling ko lang sana ay maalala mo, kung sino ang nagpaalala sa iyo ng mga karapatan mong ito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, para hindi matakaw sa space, pwede mo na lang itong i cut-and-paste:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bilang Isang Blogger &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=”http://pinoybloggers.wordpress.com/”&gt;Kailangan mong malaman ang iyong mga karapatan!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganito ang kalalabasan nyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bilang isang blogger, kailangan mong malaman ang iyong mga karapatan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-3252219921171457393?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/3252219921171457393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=3252219921171457393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/3252219921171457393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/3252219921171457393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2007/01/bilang-isang-blogger.html' title='bilang isang blogger'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-4867306528925484787</id><published>2007-01-28T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T08:56:13.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ive done a lot of things people say are stupid</title><content type='html'>Level One&lt;br /&gt;(x) Smoked A Cigarette (yep, nat sherman mints, capri menthols, dj mix)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Smoked A Cigar (a cuban cigar, nonetheless...from a  real cuban! thanks nedel!)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Tried Weed (a couple of times...i think)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex (yep..for games and it was great!)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Drank Alcohol (who doesnt in this day and age?)&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been Dumped (once, by an idiot)&lt;br /&gt;() Shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been Fired (yep...for being absent all the time)&lt;br /&gt;() Been In A Fist Fight&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 3&lt;br /&gt;(X) Snuck Out Of A Parent's House (yep...i was a bad ass!)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Had a crush For Someone Who Didn't have one for you Back (all the time in grade school)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been Arrested (yes, coz of my friend! car insurance expired while im on my way of getting my new insurance card!)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Gone Out On A Blind Date (match.com counts?)&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 4&lt;br /&gt;(X) Had A Crush On An Older Person (namely, liam neeson, kiefer sutherland, and ewan mcgregor)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Skipped School (yep..bad student)&lt;br /&gt;() Slept With A Co-worker/Class mate&lt;br /&gt;(X) Seen Someone / Something Die (all the time at work)&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 5&lt;br /&gt;(X) Had A Crush On One Of Your MYSPACE Friends (mike!)&lt;br /&gt;() Been To Paris&lt;br /&gt;() Been To Spain&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been On A Plane (a lot)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Thrown Up From Drinking (yep..tequila and captain morganm maybe some shots too)&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 6&lt;br /&gt;(X) Eaten Sushi (im asian...duh!)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been Snowboarding/Skiing (mike is still trying to teach me)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Met Someone BECAUSE Of Myspace (yep...from UK)&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 7&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been In A mentally Abusive Relationship (aint we all had this?)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Taken Pain Killers (i had tooth surgery)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By (while laying on a rooftop &amp; central park)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Made A Snow Angel (at Bryce canyon)&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8&lt;br /&gt;(X) Had A Tea Party (wiht my dolls)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Flown A Kite (paper kite...Made up one)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Gone Puddle Jumping (it was fun...especially after the rain watching rainbows)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Played Dress Up&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 9&lt;br /&gt;(X) Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves (fun!)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Gone Sledding (yep, with a plastic thing)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Cheated While Playing A Game (yea...in high school)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been Lonely (yea..felt lonely too)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Fallen Asleep At Work / School (in school)&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 10&lt;br /&gt;(X) Used A Fake / Someone Else's ID (yep..it helped me through new york bars and clubs)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Watched The Sun Set (love it!)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Felt An Earthquake (intensity #7, 1992)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Killed A Snake (in our province..with a broom)&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 11&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been Tickled (by mike...a lot of times)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been Robbed / Vandalized (my necklace on a jeep)&lt;br /&gt;() Robbed Someone&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been Misunderstood (most of the time...i dont know grammar in english!)&lt;br /&gt;() Pet A Deer&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 12&lt;br /&gt;(X) Won A Contest (i used too...in school..i was a geek )&lt;br /&gt;() Been Suspended From School&lt;br /&gt;(X) Had Detention&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been In A Car / Motorcycle Accident / 4wheeler (YEP)&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 13&lt;br /&gt;()Had / Have Braces&lt;br /&gt;(X) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night (dulce de leche)&lt;br /&gt;(X) had deja vu (wow...yea!)&lt;br /&gt;(X) danced in the moonlight (romantic...)&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 14&lt;br /&gt;(X) Hated The Way you look (especially my legs and guts)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Pole Danced (with patrick and kat in CT)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been Obsessed With Post-It Notes (at one point...high school days)&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 49&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 15&lt;br /&gt;(X) Squished Barefoot Through The Mud (feels good!)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been Lost (all the time!...)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been To The Opposite Side Of The World (philippines)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Swam In The Ocean / Gulf &lt;br /&gt;(X) Felt Like You Were Dying. (when i was psycotic)&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 54&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 16&lt;br /&gt;(X) Cried Yourself To Sleep (depressing!)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Played Cops And Robbers (I WAS KIND OF TOMBOYISH AS A KID)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Recently Colored With Crayons / Colored Pencils / Markers (that was one of my bday presents!)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Sang Karaoke (i have my own karaoke machine!)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Paid For A Meal With Only Coins (pitiful)&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 17&lt;br /&gt;(X) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't (all the time)&lt;br /&gt;() Made Prank Phone Calls&lt;br /&gt;(X) Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose (specifically gin)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Kissed in the rain (most memorable!)&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 62&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 18&lt;br /&gt;(X) Written A Letter To Santa Clause (i still do)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been Kissed Under the Mistletoe (and it was not even christmas)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Watched The Sun Set With Someone You Care / Cared About (yep, romatic)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Blown Bubbles (until now)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Made A Bonfire On The Beach (i was young...with some relatives)&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 67&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 19&lt;br /&gt;(X) Crashed A Party (yeah!, free booze!)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Have riden With A Car Full Of People (yep...that was something)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Gone Rollerskating / Blading (i fall all the time)&lt;br /&gt;(X)Had A Wish Come True (most of the time)&lt;br /&gt;() Been Humped by a Monkey (gross!)&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 71&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 20&lt;br /&gt;(X) Worn (a) Pearl(s) (my mom's while playing dress up)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Jumped off a bridge (just a small one)&lt;br /&gt;()Screamed "Penis" In Class&lt;br /&gt;() Swam With Dolphins/Seals&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 73&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 21&lt;br /&gt;() Your tongue stuck to a freezer or ice pole or popsicle (i wouldnt dare!)&lt;br /&gt;() kissed a fish&lt;br /&gt;(X)Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes (oohh...sexy!)&lt;br /&gt;(X)Sat On A Roof Top (loved it!)&lt;br /&gt;So FAR: 75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 22&lt;br /&gt;(X) Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs (i was acting on a stageshow)&lt;br /&gt;() Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;(X)Talked On Your Phone For More Then 8 Hours straight (wow...i was on 6th grade)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Stayed Up All Night (do that all the time nowadays)&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 78&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 23&lt;br /&gt;(X) Picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree (went apple picking in CT)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Climbed A Tree (all the time when i was young)&lt;br /&gt;() Had / Been In A Tree House&lt;br /&gt;(X) Scared to watch scary movies alone (but i still watch them ...alone)&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 81&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 24&lt;br /&gt;(X) have/still do believe(d) In Ghosts (im scared of them)&lt;br /&gt;()Have / Had More Then 30 Pairs Of Shoes&lt;br /&gt;()Gone Streaking&lt;br /&gt;(X) Visited someone in jail/ been to jail (yep...for beign on a fist fight)&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 83&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 25&lt;br /&gt;(X) Played Chicken (and laid eggs too!)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been Pushed Into A Pool With All Your Clothes On (yep...my stepsisters did that...they hated my guts)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been Told You're Hot By A Complete Stranger (while walking on the street, on a bar too!)&lt;br /&gt;() Broken A Bone&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been Easily Amused (all the time!)&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 87&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 26&lt;br /&gt;(X) Caught A Fish (had to throw it back..too small to eat)&lt;br /&gt;() Made a Porno (hmm, might have to ry this one oout someday)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Caught A Butterfly (and dragonflies!)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Laughed So Hard You Cried (and snorted)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Cried So Hard You Laughed (sooo pitiful)&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 91&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 27&lt;br /&gt;() Mooned / Flashed Someone&lt;br /&gt;(X) Had Someone Moon / Flash You (on a roadtrip!)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Cheated On A Test (elementary school, wrote it on my uniform)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Forgotten Someone's Name (all the time, im terrible with names)&lt;br /&gt;(X) French Braided Someones Hair (i can even do it on my own hair)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Gone skinny dipping (it was great!)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been Kicked Outta Your House (my mom did, while i was getting my clothes out of the house)&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 97&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 28&lt;br /&gt;(X) Rode A Roller Coaster (loved it especially at Cedar Point)&lt;br /&gt;(X)Went Scuba-Diving / Snorkeling (to see a sunken gunboat in the philippines)&lt;br /&gt;()black-Mailed Someone&lt;br /&gt;(X)been Black Mailed (it was awful!)&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 29&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been Used (im like a doormat)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Fell Going Up The Stairs (yep, on an escalator...special!)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Licked A Cat&lt;br /&gt;(X) Bitten Someone (its a form of cannibalism..no just kidding, form of affection  i mean)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Licked Someone (accidentally, i swear!)&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 104&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 32&lt;br /&gt;(X) been shot at (by an airgun)&lt;br /&gt;() flattened someone's tires&lt;br /&gt;(X) Rode your car until the gas light came on (im soo forgetful)&lt;br /&gt;(X) got five dollars or less worth of gas (with change..nonetheless)&lt;br /&gt;total: 107&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-4867306528925484787?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/4867306528925484787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=4867306528925484787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/4867306528925484787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/4867306528925484787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-done-lot-of-things-people-say-are.html' title='ive done a lot of things people say are stupid'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-178172346853412874</id><published>2007-01-28T07:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T07:49:11.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ang iyong karapatan bilang isang blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Bilang Isang Blogger &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=”http://pinoybloggers.wordpress.com/”&gt;Kailangan mong malaman ang iyong mga karapatan!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-178172346853412874?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/178172346853412874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=178172346853412874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/178172346853412874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/178172346853412874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2007/01/ang-iyong-karapatan-bilang-isang.html' title='ang iyong karapatan bilang isang blogger'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-9200118401269684272</id><published>2007-01-12T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T18:06:41.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>movie addiction</title><content type='html'>i am addicted to movies. and buying movies. that's what my collection consist of. movies. i love them. i just bought them at hollywood video for the sale price of 3 for $25. i told myself i willo nly buy 3 dvds today but i ended up buying 6: talladega nights, clerks 2, monster house, the break up, john tucker must die, and united 93. last week, i bought the devil wears prada, centerstage and the mothman prophecies. i don't really know what my dvd count is. i am probably close to 300 now. maybe more. maybe i'll start cataloging the collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i usually buy them at wal-mart (damn! wher else are we gonna go here! bumblefrak tennessee!) and hollywood video. if its new and i cnat wait to buy on the previously viewed section of hollywood video, i buy it at walmart for a cheap price. thats it. thats my secret. grace's secret to movie addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019281852417317426" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o8ySn35Ox6g/RagSQGDmGjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ACKxV0-5SV8/s320/walmart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                            &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019282054280780370" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o8ySn35Ox6g/RagSb2DmGlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KgoSRplUmN0/s320/holly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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addiction'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o8ySn35Ox6g/RagSQGDmGjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ACKxV0-5SV8/s72-c/walmart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-5542711648236246699</id><published>2007-01-10T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T13:30:44.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to use or not to use</title><content type='html'>from a conversation with a very close friend of mine, i realized that boys act what they think is cool infront of their friends. But deep inside, they are sensitive. especially when provoked. when we women think that we are getting used by men and that it hurts and that they don't know what we feel - we are wrong. definitely wrong. i didnt realize that until now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all along i thought that my friend likes to fool around with one night stands. i never thought that men too, like us women, would like to have companion. that they, like us, are also in search of the one person that will be our partner for life. consciously or unconsciously, we do make an effort to find the perfect one. its not that men just like to hurt women and its all a game, but like us women, they also have their own standards of who their perfect mate will be. If , for any reason, a man did not find what he wants in a woman, at least he has the balls to break off the relationship instead of keeping a fire alive that does not have any heat at all. the only difference is that men is honest to themselves while we, women, are not. we try to change something that we cant and in the long run we hurt ourselves instead of just moving on and forgetting the reason why we are crying ourselves to sleep at night. they are able to see whats wrong and keeop themselves from the pain but breaking it off while its early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not on any side at all. i just notice things and ry to make a sense out of it all. im not against woman. im not against man. we are all alike. a human being trying to find the other half of our self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-5542711648236246699?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/5542711648236246699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=5542711648236246699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/5542711648236246699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/5542711648236246699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-use-or-not-to-use.html' title='to use or not to use'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-1278066795144911456</id><published>2007-01-06T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T14:25:58.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>coughing up a storm</title><content type='html'>wonder why i havent done anything on this blog??? probably not...as i am the only one who reads it anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll explain to myself in a few sentences (or maybe just a few words)why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sick as a dog. i havent slept straight through at any time of the day cuase whenever i attempt to sleep, i cough up a storm. poor mike had to deal with me every single night that i am off work. thats probably the reason why he is in cincinnati with mark and rohit now. to get me off his back. i have been sick since before new years eve. that sucked but at least i do remember seeing a halo around the moon that night. i wonder what kind of phenomenon was that. i need to reasearch that so i can post it here. i also got myself enrolled once again for an online class. philosophy class. damn. thats funnier than statistics. hopefully ill be able to finish this one or else ill be hopeless. ive got ambition but no driving force to actually pursue it. sad. very sad indeed.  i have watched several films and actually finished a couple of books. watched casino royale, the greatest bond ever to exist. i also watched devil wears prada, mi 3, ice age 2: the meltdown and big fish. damn i cried too much on the last one. i finished the book, the devil weras prada and the fact turned lies (fiction) book, a million little pieces. i have been also pretty obsessed with harvest moon: a wonderful life (special edition), the sims (for pc), and porn. no, i am just kidding. i am not obsessed with porn but it will be fun to write about if i actually do. anyway, i was also watching my favorite soap, maging sino ka man. oh well...enough for updates...i need to rest again so i can go backj to work tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayonara...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-1278066795144911456?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/1278066795144911456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=1278066795144911456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/1278066795144911456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/1278066795144911456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2007/01/coughing-up-storm.html' title='coughing up a storm'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-5773799310970936565</id><published>2006-12-23T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T22:05:32.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>team america...fuck yeah!!</title><content type='html'>Memorable Quotes from ( copied from imdb.com )&lt;br /&gt;Team America: World Police (2004) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary Johnston: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're dicks! We're reckless, arrogant, stupid dicks. And the Film Actors Guild are pussies. And Kim Jong Il is an asshole. Pussies don't like dicks, because pussies get fucked by dicks. But dicks also fuck assholes: assholes that just want to shit on everything. Pussies may think they can deal with assholes their way. But the only thing that can fuck an asshole is a dick, with some balls. The problem with dicks is: they fuck too much or fuck when it isn't appropriate - and it takes a pussy to show them that. But sometimes, pussies can be so full of shit that they become assholes themselves... because pussies are an inch and half away from ass holes. I don't know much about this crazy, crazy world, but I do know this: If you don't let us fuck this asshole, we're going to have our dicks and pussies all covered in shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-5773799310970936565?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/5773799310970936565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=5773799310970936565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/5773799310970936565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/5773799310970936565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/12/team-americafuck-yeah.html' title='team america...fuck yeah!!'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-8161018664779771891</id><published>2006-12-22T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T13:37:45.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new look for a new beginning</title><content type='html'>not me really...but this blog site...i am trying to fix it...i am getting annoyed and tired of looking at my plain old site so i am changing it...hopefully soon i will be able to present a whole new look !!! awesome!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-8161018664779771891?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/8161018664779771891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=8161018664779771891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/8161018664779771891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/8161018664779771891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-look-for-new-beginning.html' title='new look for a new beginning'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-4738762364109756929</id><published>2006-12-22T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T01:21:26.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>milton berle</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Milton Berle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that what i can do. i will fill out an application for a part time position at UTMC for a part time position in ED. And since i have lots of time in my hands, only wating it on movies and such nonsense, i volunteered to be an adjunct clinical educator here at baptist hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might ask why volunteer...well...this facility is the brink of closing if not for the patients that rely on it. at least that is what i gather since a lot of companies have bypassed/delayed buying this hospital because of several reasons. So, i tried talking to the clinical educator, who is overwhelmed with work, to offer my time but she does not know how valuable my time is for her own convenience and for my own educational benefit. I took the liberty of talking to the manager informally about this and she coached me into researching soem topics that i can share with my colleagues and also advising me to be an educator for the night nurses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a very small step but at least some thing is happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as milton berle said...if opportunity doesnt knock, build a door...and i did...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-4738762364109756929?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/4738762364109756929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=4738762364109756929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/4738762364109756929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/4738762364109756929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/12/milton-berle.html' title='milton berle'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-188821265210030966</id><published>2006-12-21T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T12:04:16.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas carols</title><content type='html'>again from my work..happy holidays!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;multiple personality disorder - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;We Three Kings Disoriented Are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dementia - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Think I'll Be Home For Chrismas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;narcissistic - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hark, The Herald ANgels Sing...About Me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manic - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deck The Halls and Walls and the Hous and Lawn and Streets and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees and...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paranoid -&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Santa Claus is Coming to Town...To Get Me!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masochistic - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thoughts of My Nuts Roasting On An Open Fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality Disorder - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Better Watch Out, Cause I'm Gonna Cry, I'm Gonna Pout, Maybe I'll Tell You Why..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attention deficit disorder - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silent Night, Holy Night, OOOh Look At the Chicken@ Can I have Some Chocoloate? Why is France So Far Away???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obsessive compulsive disorder - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-188821265210030966?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/188821265210030966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=188821265210030966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rcs.k12.va.us/csjh/mindreader.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;amazing mind reader?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lemonadegame.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lemonade game&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pressanykey.com/cgi-bin/jquiz.cgi"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the densa quiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-6637141232268876511?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/6637141232268876511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=6637141232268876511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/6637141232268876511'/><link rel='self' 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like...hmmm...especially those things that are hard to get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will buy my snacks, drinks and even my salted egg form this site!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-5455545065280971779?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/5455545065280971779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=5455545065280971779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/5455545065280971779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/5455545065280971779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/12/filipino-groceries-online.html' title='filipino groceries online'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-674304587854534537</id><published>2006-12-18T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T11:29:36.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>drinking day</title><content type='html'>i came home from work yeaterday morning and went straight to bed my plan to drink the minute i arrived home did not push through. i was so freakin ass tired! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i did drink the moment i woke up, thanks to mike's bro, mark. we just started drinking straight shots of strawberry vodka. it was very tasty coupled with some cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...i am a nurse and i am doing all the things that can destroy my body. what a life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the movies around 2:45pm. smoked some more cigarettes then proceeded to eat some popcorn and coke while indulging on the glory of thie great movie...james bond...casino royale...i dont have any words to describe this film..its way above my head...fantastic!!! best casino royale!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course we went home and drank some more vodka...fried some chicken and watchced sandra bullock first leading lady role in 1992...love potion #9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-674304587854534537?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/674304587854534537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=674304587854534537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/674304587854534537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/674304587854534537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/12/drinking-day.html' title='drinking day'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-8421203477874822618</id><published>2006-12-17T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T12:50:46.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>seduction style</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/hunter.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn! i dont think i understand the questions fully but here it is!!! i really dont think i am a hunter though...hmmm...let me ask mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-8421203477874822618?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-2873693518642793665</id><published>2006-12-15T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T08:21:41.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>getting organized</title><content type='html'>this week is the week for me to get organized. i have been very good in organizing my stuff in our room, at the office, at work etc...but not my whole life...damn! i am sooo frustrated! i need to finish school and i wanted to go to emergency nursing but i have been procastinating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procastination is an evil habit. it certainly messes up the balance of the force. ha ha ha (took that one from star wars since we watched 5 movies in a row from episode 1 to 5 the other night). i've got a speeding ticket and i dont really know why i got one since i am so good at being slow in doing things to upgrade my career!!! i guess i am just good in doing bad things and great in making bad things worst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a break...i need a break from my old tiring self and get a brand new, more driven, more creative, financially successful, and more ambitious personality!!! i wonder how much that will cost me since i am pretty much broke right now from allt he travelling that i did these past few months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a pathetic old life of mine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-2873693518642793665?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/2873693518642793665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=2873693518642793665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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its ok. at least were back on our own bed. but my oh my....i am super super broke from all the travelling we did this past few months. christmas will not be as plentiful as it should be for all of us but as everything else...its all ok...ill get back to my regular schedule at work...i just hope ill have enough to have money fro school for this coming semester. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i organized and cleaned our room. everything is in place. just need to fold a few more clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching the lost room earlier on sci fi... pretty interesting. im not hooked like i was with heroes or 24 though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also watched some episodes of "maging sino ka man" at abs-cbn.com. i dotn really care about celine and jb but i would like to know more about ely and his past. too much drama though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know whats happening but i have been purging myself after meals...especially when im bloated. my stomach cant take it when i am too full. like right now. i think i might have to throw up again. i ate too much. soem pinakbet with rice and smoked fish then mangosteen fro dessert. hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-622417840709568049?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/622417840709568049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=622417840709568049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/622417840709568049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/622417840709568049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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while you are in a car and the music that comes with the light show is on fm radio 90.5. it was amazing since it is a private house and the guy must have spent more that a few hundre thousand dollars for the light show. amazing what money can do. i wish he could just give it away to people instead of doing that. imagine how many people can benefit from that much money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i dont think i ever mentioned that my mom gave me a coach bag for my birthday. earlier, she gave me and mike our christmas presents. mike received a tempurpedic pillow and a travel kit. i received a coach wallet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;width:194px;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:83%"&gt;&lt;div style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/nixinne/Jh"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/image/nixinne/RXzJWg8cyJE/AAAAAAAAAWs/u-iuOqOcZx0/s160-c/Jh.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="border:none;padding:0px;margin-top:16px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/nixinne/Jh"&gt;&lt;div style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;jh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color:#808080"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-9026252916199244934?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/9026252916199244934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=9026252916199244934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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name. for example, the trade name of &lt;em&gt;tylenol &lt;/em&gt;also has a generic name of &lt;strong&gt;acetaminophen&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;aleve &lt;/em&gt;is also called &lt;strong&gt;naproxen&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;amoxil &lt;/em&gt;is also called &lt;strong&gt;amoxicillin &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;em&gt;advil &lt;/em&gt;is also called &lt;strong&gt;ibuprofen&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the FDA has been looking for a generic name for &lt;strong&gt;viagra&lt;/strong&gt;. after careful consideration by a team of government experts, it recently announced that is has settled on the generic name of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mycoxafloppin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. also considered were &lt;strong&gt;mycoxafailin&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;mydixadrupin&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;mydixarizin&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;dixafix&lt;/strong&gt;, and of course, &lt;strong&gt;ibepokin&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfizer corporation announced today that viagra will soon be available in liquid form, and will be marketed by pepsi cola as a power beverage suitable for use as a mixer. it will now be possible for a man to literally pour himself a stiff one. obviously, we can no longer call this a soft drink, and it gives whole new meaning to the names of "cocktails", "highballs", and just a good old-fashioned "stiff drink". Pepsi will market the new concoction by the name of : MOUNT &amp; DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of the day: there is more money being spent on breast implants and viagra today than on alzheimer's research. this means that by year 2040, there should be a large elderly population with perky boobs and huge erections and absolutely no recollection of what to do with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-5716076522701655323?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/5716076522701655323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=5716076522701655323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/5716076522701655323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/5716076522701655323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/12/whats-generic-name-of-viagra.html' title='generic name of viagra'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-340264551409566566</id><published>2006-12-05T08:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T08:59:22.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont have sh*t to do</title><content type='html'>...so i went to blogthings.com and answered numerous silly questions and posted them on a site linked to this...&lt;a href="http://tondo-girl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;tondo-girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...check it out and see how i got test crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be going back to work tonight...silly me...i actually miss work but i will still have to see how much i missed it or will it become a nightmare tonight...i hope not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am tired of my road trips this year...maybe because ive had too much road trips this year...and also 2 weddings...we will be going to NYC this thursday to go to jen's wedding (mike's friend)...i am not certainly that thrilled to go not because of anything else but just because i am tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just makes me happy to think that i will be seeing some of my relatives this coming friday night...the young ones at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...time to go...maybe i'll have some tea first...he he he&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-340264551409566566?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/340264551409566566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=340264551409566566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/340264551409566566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/340264551409566566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-dont-have-sht-to-do.html' title='i dont have sh*t to do'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-4785439299903021872</id><published>2006-11-29T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T02:22:14.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>comedy drag show</title><content type='html'>yeppers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were cruisin down the streets of downtown denver [co] yesterday morning when i saw a clock tower, there was a sign in front of it that advertises their shows at the basement of that clock tower. what caught my eye was the burlesque comedy show that they will be airing on thursday night. of course we cant go to that one so i looked at the show for that night - comedy drag show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...so ill give the exact info for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lannie's Clocktower Cabaret&lt;br /&gt;Downtown Denver, CO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;featuring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEMENTED DIVAS &lt;/strong&gt;starring &lt;em&gt;Portia Potty, Gabbriella Butz'In, Iona Trailer and Nuclia Waste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was an awesome show. they were performing twisted songs of some well known broadway musicals and also of some famous divas like liza minelli, cher, and britney spears. the demented divas are hilarious! they have moustaches and beards with big guts [and i mean, literally big bellys'] i got seriously drunk with wine and some previous boozing from other bars near the stadium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was snowing heavily by the time we left the show [from which i left loopy and having the grandest time in weeks] and i slipped and slide on the snowy streets of colorado. it was great! i was loving each moment of it. freedom from the land of tennessee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt get to see graham but we were joined by jamie and her friends, channel &amp; sam. we were such a great group and i also got to drink my favorite beer...framboise lambic - raspberry flavor from belgium. yummy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-4785439299903021872?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/4785439299903021872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=4785439299903021872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/4785439299903021872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/4785439299903021872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/11/comedy-drag-show.html' title='comedy drag show'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-115927072137689941</id><published>2006-09-26T07:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T07:38:44.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>men are like...</title><content type='html'>Men are like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Men are like ....Laxatives, They irritate the crap out of you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Men are like ....Bananas, The older they get, the less firm they are.&lt;br /&gt;3. Men are like ....Weather, Nothing can be done to change them.&lt;br /&gt;4. Men are like ....Blenders, You need One, but you're not quite sure why?&lt;br /&gt;5. Men are like ....Chocolate Bars, Sweet, smooth, &amp; they usually head right for your hips?&lt;br /&gt;6. Men are like ....Commercials, You can't believe a word they say.&lt;br /&gt;7. Men are like ....Department Stores, Their clothes are always 1/2 off.&lt;br /&gt;8. Men are like ....Government Bonds, They take soooooooo long to mature.&lt;br /&gt;9. Men are like ....Mascara, They usually run at the first sign of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;10. Men are like ...Popcorn, They satisfy you, but only for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;11. Men are like ...Snowstorms, You never know when they're coming ??? ??? ???&lt;br /&gt;how many inches you'll get ??? ??? ???&lt;br /&gt;or how long it will last ??? ??? ???&lt;br /&gt;12. Men are like ...Lava Lamps, Fun to look at, but not very bright.&lt;br /&gt;13. Men are like ...Parking Spots, All the good ones are taken, ?the rest are handicapped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-115927072137689941?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/115927072137689941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=115927072137689941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115927072137689941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115927072137689941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/09/men-are-like.html' title='men are like...'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-3216875100123938996</id><published>2006-09-03T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T15:12:02.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>labor day party</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;width:194px;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:83%"&gt;&lt;div style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/nixinne/20060902LaborDayWeekendParty"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/image/nixinne/RQRStNYEABE/AAAAAAAAAGA/FsLCIieXVQ8/s160-c/20060902LaborDayWeekendParty.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="border:none;padding:0px;margin-top:16px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/nixinne/20060902LaborDayWeekendParty"&gt;&lt;div style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;2006-09-02 - Labor Day Weekend Party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color:#808080"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeez...this party is horrible to our livers...we were all drunk.&lt;br /&gt;but we all had a great time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-3216875100123938996?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/3216875100123938996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=3216875100123938996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/3216875100123938996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/3216875100123938996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/09/labor-day-party.html' title='labor day party'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-2073554833221125425</id><published>2006-08-19T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T12:37:00.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cruisin with cousins</title><content type='html'>eric came with us today to new jersey, this cute cousin of mine is not so little anymore. he's a big guy now. he's actually bigger than me and mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to jersey city to mill around shops and filipino restaurants while waitng for ate michelle to arrive, len len (my cousin), her husband and her kid came over ate michelle's apartment. we all had a blast talking about our childhood family reunions.can't wait till tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-2073554833221125425?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-5838988443877827993</id><published>2006-08-18T09:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T09:02:26.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>losing my religion</title><content type='html'>damn! im always a disgrace (what an irony, since my name is grace) on family reunions especially when all of the other relatives are praying. i just made a little unappropriate noise during the prayer (no, i did not fart). i think i just said something wrong. but what ever it was, my mom wasnt pleased at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from that small slip of my anti religion personality, we all managed to have a good time with our long lost relatives. i think there were more than 20 cousins in that house in PA. and not all were present, i do remember some of them but i remember tita lita, uncle rudy and mark. i missed them sooo much! they were almost in tears when they saw me. mark was still the same. he is still tall dark and handsome as i remember him before.&lt;br /&gt;all the cousins played the spoon game and we were drinking tequila. yum. the parents were all downstairs singing in a karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn we had a blast that night. if any of my cousins were reading this stuff. thank you so much for your hospitality and kindness. i will miss you all and i hope we all can get together soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-5838988443877827993?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/5838988443877827993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=5838988443877827993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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Damn. its not a long flight but i dont exactly liked it. especially the stupid restriction tat they have been imposing nowadays. no liquid stuff on your carry on luggage, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my step dad picked me up and i met with mom at home. she was cooking a great meal! yum, yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called my best friend, chico to meet up with him. i didnt have any car so he had to take the taxi to my house and from there, we walked to the bus station. we exchanged stories, bought some drinks at the local dunkin donuts store, lighted cigarettes and formulated a plan for the night, we agreed to take a cab to downtown area and walk around there, we werent really into drinking mood so after a few walks, we decided to bother Jozelle. damn, she look sooo fine!!!she lost so much weight! of course she made us eat a lot (as usuasl) then me and chico went on to go back home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed that night. i missed being with chico and jozelle. i missed conneccticut and my parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-4941634626009859899?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/4941634626009859899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=4941634626009859899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/4941634626009859899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/4941634626009859899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/08/ct-and-chico.html' title='ct and chico'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-7726135661013932288</id><published>2006-08-16T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T12:34:00.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>slip &amp; slide</title><content type='html'>amy &amp;amp; stephanie invited me and the boys to go on a Tennessee Smokies Baseball game. We've got nothing to do so we all agreed to meet at the stadium. The whoel group consists of mike, mark, amy, derwood, stephanie, diana and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the game was boring especially its just a minor league baseball and the fact that tennessee team sucks. but that does not mean we didnt have a great time. we were all taking pictures and of course, drinking booze, eating hotdogs and chips. after the game we decided to stay for a while on the stadiums bar. We drank some more and was soon encouraged to play slip and slide on amy's new place. sure enough we had a blast since abby joined us too that night. slip and slide was a fun game until i decided to do a stunt that almost knocked me uncounscious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just hoping that i will be fine for my trip to CT tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-7726135661013932288?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/7726135661013932288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=7726135661013932288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/7726135661013932288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/7726135661013932288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/08/slip-slide.html' title='slip &amp; slide'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-115571054871228164</id><published>2006-08-16T02:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T02:42:28.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i need my carry on luggage</title><content type='html'>I just received an email from delta airlines regarding the new restrictions on carry on luggage. what a joke. i'll just mail all my stuff to my destination and run naked through airport security. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next thing you know, they will ask you to shave your hair cause the hair follicles were found to be used as a chemical agent for bombs. or give us hospital gowns t wear while we are on the airplane. pathetic losers. just infiltrate their religion and teach them how to drink so they dont get frustrated. give them suppositories while youre at it, maybe they just needed some real pooping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Informed Before You Fly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow security guidelines to make your upcoming travel experience as easy as possible   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Ms. Macandili,  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You've heard about the new airport security measures and we want you to know that we are operating our full flight schedule to over 290 worldwide destinations. To ensure a smoother travel experience, we'd like to update you on the latest developments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember to pack lightly, travel with little or no carry-on baggage and arrive early for your scheduled flight. You also will be required to take off your shoes as you pass through security. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most liquids, gels and aerosols will not be permitted through airport screening checkpoints and cannot be carried onboard but can be packed in your checked baggage. Examples include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beverages (including those purchased at the airport) &lt;br /&gt;Shampoo &lt;br /&gt;Suntan lotion &lt;br /&gt;Hairspray &lt;br /&gt;Creams &lt;br /&gt;Toothpaste &lt;br /&gt;Hair gel &lt;br /&gt;And other items of similar consistency &lt;br /&gt;However, you will be able to carry on the following substances:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby formula and breast milk for a traveling infant &lt;br /&gt;Prescription medication with a name that matches the passenger's ticket (including up to four ounces of liquid medication) &lt;br /&gt;Insulin and other essential non-prescription medicines (including glucose gel) &lt;br /&gt;In addition, please review the current guidelines for packing checked baggage. And remember to label your luggage — inside and out — with your current contact information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please check delta.com/travelupdates for the latest information on Delta flights and airport wait times. Thank you for your patience. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-115571054871228164?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/115571054871228164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=115571054871228164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115571054871228164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115571054871228164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-need-my-carry-on-luggage.html' title='i need my carry on luggage'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-115552373951711710</id><published>2006-08-13T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T22:54:46.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hokay...its the end of the world</title><content type='html'>before i post this and become sued, i would like to acknowledge &lt;a href="http://ebaumsworld.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ebaumsworld&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for having this at their site.&lt;br /&gt;i dont exactly know who owned this video but it was so hilarious! i took the liberty of taking the entire dialogue of this video from one of the people who commented on it on ebaum's world  [ Posted by: Michael (Jd) | Jul 3, 2004 7:17:07 PM ]. thanks to you whoever you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/flash/endofworld.html"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3776/410/320/endoftheworld.0.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hok... so... here is the earth... &lt;br /&gt;s'chillin.. damn!, that is a sweet earth you might say.. ROUND!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright ruling out the ice caps melting meteor becoming crashed into us &lt;br /&gt;the ozone layer leaving and the sun exploding &lt;br /&gt;we are definitely going to blow ourselves up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hok so basically we've got &lt;br /&gt;China France India Israel Pakistan Russia the UK and US with nukes &lt;br /&gt;we've got about 26 hundred more than anybody else.. whatever hanyway &lt;br /&gt;one day we decides those Chinese sons of a bitches are going down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we launch a nuke at china &lt;br /&gt;while its on its way china is like... &lt;br /&gt;"shit shit who the fuck is shooting us... oh well, fire missiles" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then France is like &lt;br /&gt;"Shit guys, we got the missiles are coming, fire our shit... &lt;br /&gt;but i am le tired.. well have a nap, then fire ze missiles." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Australia is down there like 'WTF^^ mates' &lt;br /&gt;India Israel and Pakistan launch their shit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we've got missiles flying everywhere passing each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russia's like "AHH motherland" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then England is like &lt;br /&gt;"Its about that time eh chaps.... Right o" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the us is like "fuck we're dumb asses" &lt;br /&gt;Canada is like 'whats going on EH?' &lt;br /&gt;Australia is still like "WTF ^^" &lt;br /&gt;mars is laughing at us, and some huge meteor is like 'well fuck that' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now we've got nuclear winter &lt;br /&gt;everyone's is dead except Australia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they're still like 'WTF' &lt;br /&gt;But they'll be dead soon. fuckin kangaroos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. assuming we don.t blow ourselves up &lt;br /&gt;Us Californians just have to worry about California breaking off from the United States &lt;br /&gt;To go hang with Hawaii &lt;br /&gt;Alaska can come too &lt;br /&gt;THE END &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Michael (Jd) | Jul 3, 2004 7:17:07 PM&lt;br /&gt;[http://coolmel.typepad.com/iblog/2003/11/the_end_of_the_.html]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-115552373951711710?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/115552373951711710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=115552373951711710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115552373951711710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115552373951711710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/08/hokayits-end-of-world.html' title='hokay...its the end of the world'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-115548250419317382</id><published>2006-08-13T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T11:21:44.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>is there anybody reading this crap?</title><content type='html'>not that i intend to actually write for people but what the heck! i had 609 visitors and not one has commented on what they read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess my life is boring to even bother commenting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-115548250419317382?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/115548250419317382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=115548250419317382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115548250419317382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115548250419317382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-there-anybody-reading-this-crap.html' title='is there anybody reading this crap?'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-115548231588997645</id><published>2006-08-13T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T11:18:35.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>seat belt reminder</title><content type='html'>to all those people who likes to bypass the one click of a seatbelt...be aware that lots of people could have lived to see how their car was wrecked in an accident if only they have their seatbelt on. injuries can be prevented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my co-workers daughter is now on a surgical icu with blood clots on her brain, subdural hematoma, co2 retention, 2 pneumothorax, 3 chest tubes, icp monitoring, failing blood pressure, unresponsiveness, left side flaccidness, compound fracture of the right shoulder and arms, broken ribs and legs, spinal cord injuries and other complications. she's not even 21. and its all because of a lousy negligence on wearing a seatbelt. her boyfriend who was onthe same accident had his seatbelt on and left the scene with just a scratch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save your life and the others. wear your seatbelt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-115548231588997645?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/115548231588997645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=115548231588997645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115548231588997645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115548231588997645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/08/seat-belt-reminder.html' title='seat belt reminder'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-115548188603288691</id><published>2006-08-13T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T11:11:26.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>catching pneumonia</title><content type='html'>i am sick today. my head is hurting, my nose is stuffy, my ears dont want to pop, my throat and chest are burning and my back is hurting. my eyes are watery. my co-worker said my right lower lobe sounds crappy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate hospitals, i hate doctors, i hate any medication, i hate feeling helpless, i hate feeling crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont have health insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i will have one soon. but my lungs wouldnt wait. maybe i will just have to lie down and dream of snakes like ms. jamie turner did the other night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhh! scurvy! my nose is dripping and i am ooughing like there is no tomorrow. wheres the damn tissue paper...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-115548188603288691?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/115548188603288691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=115548188603288691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115548188603288691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115548188603288691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/08/catching-pneumonia.html' title='catching pneumonia'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-115529805147886127</id><published>2006-08-11T08:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T08:07:31.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rapid response team</title><content type='html'>this not an advertisement for the hospital. well, its just a little bit relaated to that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have this life size poster of a race car driver who is advertising the rapis response tema of the hospital. i came to work and i saw one of our charge nurses, tracy stratton writing a bubble above the head of the race car driver saying "drive it like you stole it ricky bobby!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost died....in tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing so hard! it was very tacky and unprofessional but heck, that was funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work, wasnt so fascinating without people who can take jokes like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed the rest of the night working...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-115529805147886127?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/115529805147886127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=115529805147886127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115529805147886127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115529805147886127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/08/rapid-response-team.html' title='rapid response team'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-115511967997318680</id><published>2006-08-08T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T06:34:40.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>telladega nights: the ballad of ricky bobby</title><content type='html'>gosh...&lt;br /&gt;will ferrell just gave me an idea of what to name my future twin boys (if ever i will have the courage to have kids, again), walker and texas ranger....damn i'm too southern! i will have to let them eayt lots of biscuits and gravy with some moonshive kick to it....lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a funny movie. gary cole was hilarious as ricky bobby's dad....if you aint first...youre last! but of course we will always remember him from the movie "office space". why dont you just go ahead and work for me daturday....oh and by the way...why dont you go ahead and work for me sunday too????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-115511967997318680?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/115511967997318680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=115511967997318680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115511967997318680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115511967997318680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/08/telladega-nights-ballad-of-ricky-bobby.html' title='telladega nights: the ballad of ricky bobby'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-115507207768984597</id><published>2006-08-08T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T08:32:59.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>long returns to knoxville</title><content type='html'>mike's friend max long came to town saturday night. we threw a party for him last night and boy it was great! a dozen or so people came and partied with us for a good part of the night. some stayed at the casa and some went home before the clock chimed midnight. we ploughed through more than 3 cases of beer, several bottles of wine and lots of liqour, tonic, mixers, etc. needless to say, we were drunk as a skunk before midnight, at mmidnight, we were trying to cool off the tennessee summer heat by sitting in the waterfall.  we also had so much food. i tried preparing some food for the party after i got back from work bu i only managed to marinade the barbeque pork and chicken, roll the lumpian g shangahi and see my first failed attempt to make a leche flan. amazingly, i corrupted mark and mike into likinig filipino food so they made pancit bihon from scratch while i was asleep! i was flabbergasted with the skillls especially when they also made their very first successful attempt of making a leche flan. damn they were better than me. the honorary guest, max long helped a lot on the peeling and rolling of the lumpiang shanghai. he also facilitated the grilling of barbeques. he seemed to had lots of fun last night, drinking and dancing with the girls but he has a long ass way to drive today since he lives in harrisburg, pennsylvania. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning was a headache. literally speaking. we were all at the living room this morning watching batman beyond ( the cartoon series). we have plans to watch talladega nights: the ballad of ricky bobby. i heard its great. it raked in 47 million dollars for its openign weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, cleanign up after a party is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed width="375" height="375" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://w43.photobucket.com/widgets/Bucketshow.swf?url=http://w43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/Nixinne%20Picture%20Gallery/2006%20long%20trip%20to%20knoxvegas/&amp;name=longreturnstoknox"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-115507207768984597?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/115507207768984597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=115507207768984597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115507207768984597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115507207768984597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-returns-to-knoxville.html' title='long returns to knoxville'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-115411251236188288</id><published>2006-07-26T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T14:49:23.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner and movies</title><content type='html'>mike and i went out tonight to watch &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0452637/"&gt;lady in the water&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. it was fascinating since it is about a bed time story that came to life. it was as if you were appointed to become part of an ancient tale while you are awake, on this generation. it was refreshing especially on the time of war among countries in teh middle east. nice to know that somebody out there on the fantasy world wanted to help us and would sacrifuce their own children for the sake of mankind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, better stop there. i dont want to spoil the ending of the story, just in case someody actually reads this crap that i write on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hokay, now, about the dinner. we went on &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stirfrycafe.com"&gt;stir fry cafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; on turkey creek. of course it was an oriental restaurant but this was unlike the stir fry that i know in palisades mall in new york. they dotn have any mango margarita but they do hace sake cocktails which were basically like regular cocktail mixes but they were using sake as a bas rather tha a gin or vadka. they also have the regular hot and cold sake. also on their list are several good wines and some local and imported draft and bottled broueer. (&lt;i&gt;tange! ibig sabihin nyon "beer!"&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food is excellent. you get your moneys' worth with the amount of food that they give you especially their shrimp and vegetable tempura appetizers. i ate the stir fry beef in balck bean sauce and it was fantastic! (&lt;i&gt;o di ba wala na akong maisip na ingles para sa masarap? gaga! "delicious!"&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well maybe we will try more next time because i felt loopy and really full after all the stuff that i ate and drank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-115411251236188288?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/115411251236188288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=115411251236188288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115411251236188288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115411251236188288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/07/dinner-and-movies.html' title='dinner and movies'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-115411316816162190</id><published>2006-07-25T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T14:59:52.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>book of possibilities</title><content type='html'>like queen latifah in &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0408985/"&gt;last holiday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; i will try to start a book of possibilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really liked that idea since i dream of a lot of things. Maybe everytime i think of something that i would like i will just put in on ablog like a scrapbook of the things that i want to happen in the future. what i want to achieve. what star i want to reach. and to dream the impossible dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first on my list? to become something else other than a hospital nurse. No hospital administration crap but maybe my own practice as a nurse anesthesist or a nurse practitioner or a forensic expert or a geneticist or damn, i'll dream to become a person who can modify someone's view in religion to completely obliterate terrorism ideas of all religious fanatics in the world. or simply just to have a ray gun to pulvorize people to likes genocide, homicide, infanticide, insecticide --WHATT??? ok, that wasnt part of that (duh!, the insecticide!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, il' have time to do that book some day...hmmm (looking at the stars while dreaming...) soonnnn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-115411316816162190?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/115411316816162190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=115411316816162190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115411316816162190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115411316816162190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/07/book-of-possibilities.html' title='book of possibilities'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-115371699531833076</id><published>2006-07-24T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:56:35.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>failed biking trip &amp; pink panther</title><content type='html'>we tried going for a biking trip today. a little road trip with the mini hoopty (duh, the element!) if i should say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my oh my! it was a disaster. first, we planned an afternoon biking trip at abingdon, va. we were going to try and do the first 15 miles bike ride of the virginia creeper trail which is roughly 3 hours away from knoxville, tn. for my avid readers, (who??? me? myself? no, no, no...its only I!) i have written a blog before about the virginia creeper trail which is a 37 mile bike ride from white top mountain in virginia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, to cut the long story short, we thought there were trailer at the old barn bike shop &amp; rentals in damascus ,who would take us up the mountain at 4:30 pm. well, there werent any at all in damascus. too bad for us. so we just ate soft ice cream on a nearby ice cream shop adn headed back to knoxville. instead of turning our trip to waste, we went to kingsport, tn. and foun a nice 9 mile paved trail across town but again, luck wasnt on our side. the paved road ended after 3 miles. My back was hurting and i chucked all over the paved road...ha ha ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. there it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just ate soem left over food and watched pink panther. darn. i remember the stupid slapstick movies of dolphy in the philippines. it was like that. just plain stupid stunts and acting stupidly infront of the cacmera. well, it did its job...at least to me. it made me laugh. it doesnt take as much effort to do so anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-115371699531833076?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/115371699531833076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=115371699531833076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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this fall...statistics...it's an online class adn i sure do hope that i can handle the responsibility because if i cannot do it with one class, i will not be able to finish my degree through distance learning opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was no hassle since i decided to take up this class with my old college. so no sweat at all. i might have to do more prep for spring semester if i want to do some other classes on other online school. my college doesnt really carry a whole lot of courses that i want to take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i still have a long way to go but i guarantee that i will be more than just a hospital nurse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be somebody someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-115358711244143257?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-115276024793978825</id><published>2006-07-12T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T23:10:47.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school...again?</title><content type='html'>i am planning to take up online courses to pursue my bachelors degree in nursing. nto that i am not earning enough money but i do not want to get stuck being a bedside nurse. i wanted to do something more like becoming a nurse practitioner, nurse anaesthesist, nurse researcher, public health nursing or forensic nursing. there are lots of opportunist available and i would like to be able to broadn my knowledge and skillsets as a professional nurse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planning is not that easy because i needed to consider a lot of factors. finances, time management, curriculums, pre-requisites, universities and colleges, pros and cons of distance learning programs and the list goes on and on. but i told myself that i will not go through another semester without taking up at least one course. i am thinking either statistics or western civilation which i failed (becasue i just stopped going to school and didnt withdraw form the class). i decided that since norwalk community college offers distance learning program, i will just apply for a re-admissiona and register for classes this fall 2006. i'll see how it goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is going to be a new experience and will take up much of my time especially now that i just started to do charge nursing in our unit. maybe i will be more responsible since i am so motivated in what i want to be in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-115276024793978825?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-115266789797781620</id><published>2006-07-11T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:31:37.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>honda element 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3776/410/1600/honda%20ellement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3776/410/320/honda%20ellement.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a new car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a black 2.7 Liters 4 cylinder Real Time (T) 4WD black 2006 honda element&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. the "ugly duckling" according to MSN car review experts who gave it a rating of 7/10 just because it was an "ugly duckling". It is a real sport utility vehicle with tons of space, an attitude (especially if it is a 5 speed manual transmission), good in snow, hight safety standards, unique (and not UGLY!) appearance, kickin sound system with 7 speakers and a built in subwoofer, a moonroof, easy clean up features, more miles for your gas money, and so much more!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say? i love this car! genuine SUV since it is very utilitarian in nature. and is made by HONDA. i need not say more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-115266789797781620?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/115266789797781620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=115266789797781620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115266789797781620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115266789797781620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/07/honda-element-2006.html' title='honda element 2006'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-115275951098485832</id><published>2006-07-05T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T15:21:41.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dell xps m1210</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3776/410/1600/m1210_1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3776/410/320/m1210_1.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the laptop that chico gave me died shortly after our trip to the philippines. it was malfunstioning because of an overheated hard drive so i had to buy a new one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was very excited about my new dell xps m1210. tiny, light weight, multi functional media center, widescreen monitor and has one of the best performance in laptop selections of its class. it only got a 7.3 rating from cnet.com experts but users were very satisfied with its reliability and durability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CNET editors' review&lt;br /&gt;for Dell XPS M1210 &lt;br /&gt;Reviewed by: Michelle Thatcher &lt;br /&gt;Edited by: Matthew Elliott &lt;br /&gt;Review date: 5/31/06 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult to know what to make of the Dell XPS M1210. On the one hand, its 12.1-inch wide-screen display is characteristic of an ultraportable laptop, such as the Gateway NX100X. On the other hand, its 4.4-pound starting weight places it in line with thin-and-lights that have larger displays, such as the 13.3-inch Sony VAIO SZ or the 14.1-inch Fujitsu LifeBook S7110. Like the Lenovo 3000 V100, the XPS M1210 offers a feature set that's a cut above that of most ultraportables, which usually sacrifice some features for portability. Though our test unit includes upgrades that more than double the price, at its $1,300 starting price, the M1210 will appeal to everyday users who want a relatively light and compact but still full-featured Media Center computer. &lt;br /&gt;It's a bit larger than its predecessor (the Dell Inspiron 710m), but the Dell XPS M1210, measuring 11.7 inches wide, 8.7 inches deep (9.4 inches deep with the extended battery), and 1.4 inches thick, is slightly smaller and thicker than the Lenovo 3000 V100. Weighing an even 5 pounds with the nine-cell battery, the XPS M1210 lands squarely in the middle of the thin-and-light category; the laptop's base configuration with a six-cell battery weighs a slightly more portable 4.4 pounds. With its bulky two-prong AC adapter, our XPS M1210 test unit's total travel weight comes in at 5.8 pounds, making it light enough to carry for semifrequent travel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The XPS M1210 features a bright 12.1-inch display that's just big enough for surfing the Web and watching the occasional movie on the road; the crisp 1,280x800 native resolution and glossy finish in particular add to the movie-watching experience. Above the display sits an optional 1.3-megapixel Webcam with directional microphone; the camera swivels so that you can snap shots in front of or behind the laptop and record presentations with audio and video. Beneath the display sit two speakers with the tinny sound that's typical of a laptop; we had hoped for more from a laptop that's billed as a mobile entertainment center. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The keyboard on the XPS M1210 shows some significant gains over its predecessor's; all of the keys are full size, with generous travel that makes typing comfortable for even extended periods. The touch pad and mouse buttons are a bit small (typical for a laptop of this size) but functional. We like the glowing blue media controls that sit along the XPS M1210's front edge, making it easy to change music tracks and control volume. We also like the handy Wi-Fi catcher, which lets you test for nearby Wi-Fi networks by simply sliding a switch on the laptop's left edge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dell XPS M1210 takes advantage of its slightly thick case by packing it with an impressive number of ports, jacks, and slots. For starters, you get four USB 2.0 ports, a number usually seen on much larger systems. Add to those four-pin FireWire, VGA, and S-Video-out ports plus two headphone jacks (handy if you want to watch a movie with a friend) and a microphone jack; there's also an ExpressCard slot and a five-in-one media card reader that recognizes Secure Digital, MultiMediaCard, Memory Stick, Memory Stick Pro, and xD formats. Networking options include modem, Ethernet, and 802.11a/g Wi-Fi; our review unit also included Bluetooth and WWAN. An integrated DVD burner rounds out the feature set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our XPS M1210 review unit ran Windows XP Media Center Edition and comes tagged as Windows Vista Capable. Dell also includes a copy of the Corel WordPerfect word processor, a 15-month subscription to McAfee SecurityCenter, and the expected disc-burning apps. Also, like most of the other models in the XPS and Inspiron lines, the XPS M1210 features Dell's MediaDirect software, which plays CDs and DVDs and lets you access photos and other media files stored on your hard drive without booting up Windows first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our XPS M1210 review unit cost $2,687 for a mix of high-end components: a 2.16GHz Intel Core Duo processor; 1GB of fast 667MHz RAM; a blazing, 7,200rpm hard drive with 80GB capacity; and an Nvidia GeForce Go 7400 graphics card with 256MB of dedicated memory. The M1210 earned a very high score on CNET Labs' performance benchmarks, making it exceptionally well suited for intense multitasking and even graphics-intensive tasks while on the move. The M1210's 4-hour, 24-minute battery life was above average for a laptop in its weight class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Dell has moved to a 90-day standard warranty on its less expensive models, the company covers the XPS M1210 with an industry-average one-year warranty, which provides free parts and labor with onsite service. You can get help through Dell's 24/7, toll-free telephone line for as long as you own the laptop. Dell offers a special tech-support number exclusively for XPS owners, staffed by reps who can provide help with the latest games and technologies. The company also has a support Web site with downloads, FAQs, and hardware-specific user forums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say? i love this magnificent electronic structure! made my life easier to organize and in style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giggidy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-115275951098485832?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/115275951098485832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=115275951098485832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115275951098485832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115275951098485832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/07/dell-xps-m1210.html' title='dell xps m1210'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-115139805518859657</id><published>2006-06-26T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T04:47:35.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the days that i am off</title><content type='html'>yesss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was off for 4 days straight since thursday night. it was pretty hectic...for my bed and belly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets start on thursday night (june 22) - i wanted to det drunk that night for no reason whatsoever. i just felt like i wanted to drink some jose cuervo pineapple tequila but ended up drinking parrot bay pineapple rum and undetermined amount of straight liqour shots (vodka, gin, rum). my world was turning and i was very happy indeed until 5 am the next day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday morning (june 23) 5 am, i started feeling "icky" on my stomach. i barfed once and got rid of all the toxins in my body with just one shot. but it didnt end well cause i threw my back in the process of puking my brains out. so, the night that started on thursday didnt end that night but continued on to be irritating since i couldnt do anything standing or sitting. i was just ont he floor the entire day friday while mike and mark were trying to cook a filipino dish called "kalderetang baka". they did a pretty good job. it tastes great! anyway, we watched lord of the rings 1 &amp; 2 the whole day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday morning (june 24) - i woke up at 5 am again and still my back hurts. i watched my soapd in abs-cbn namely "sa piling me" with my cute filipino boyfriend piolo pascual and "bituing walang ningnning" with zsa-zsa padilla, ai-ai delas alas ang this young girl. anyway, we went to amy hardwick's place in fountain city so we can drive to kentucky splash in williamsburg, ky. it was pretty neat, small water park but enough to quench oour thirst fro swimming and some honest to goodness fun. there were 3 slides, a lazy river, a kiddie jungle gym pool and a wave pool. we also did soem pu-put golf. i felt like a child again and i missed atong. he wouldve enjoyed all of that. after the water park, i laid my tired and aching back at the love sack of the shaggin wagon. and rode back to amy's place to drop them off. we proceeded to call on becky to come over our house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-115139805518859657?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/115139805518859657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=115139805518859657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115139805518859657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115139805518859657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/06/days-that-i-am-off.html' title='the days that i am off'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-115064670051780798</id><published>2006-06-18T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T12:05:00.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been a while</title><content type='html'>Whew...i am back from my dream vacation of 5 years!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt actually a relaxed vacation. Everybody probably had a very relaxing time but me. No regrets though. If i have any, it will only be the time that i have to deal with my dad's hard-headedness. But he is still my dad, so i really do not have a choice in that matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try and give a day to day account of what happened in the Philippines. It was just awesome! Everything was great! I saw almost everybody that i needed and wanted to see. Some people and events were skipped due to limited time and finances but they will have their own time in the future. We came back on June 3 and we wre still both sick from the trip. So i skipped work June 5 and started back on June 7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO...Let me just talk about today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Mike's parents are here. We just saw pictures of our trip tot he Philippines and Mark &amp; Jamie's trip to New Mexico. I guess they kinda know about Atong but not as much, so i filled them in with just a few information about my son. They were very nice, no doubts about that. They were happy to see the garden. We also gave them their &lt;em&gt;pasalubong&lt;/em&gt;. They were ecstatic about their table cloth and napkins made out of &lt;em&gt;jusi at pinya&lt;/em&gt;. Mike's mom got a hand woven bag and his dad got a Barong style shirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-115064670051780798?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/115064670051780798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=115064670051780798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115064670051780798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115064670051780798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-has-been-while.html' title='It has been a while'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-115114637073768359</id><published>2006-05-18T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T06:52:50.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>day 3 - children's playground</title><content type='html'>after rizal park, we saw this children's playground in the middle of LRT and department of tourism office. it was pretty old since i remember being there as a child myself. mike and atong had fun running around, chasing each other and going through all the stone made animal figures. mike was a child once again, running behind atong all the time. i was just taking pictures and was getting grumpier by the second since it was too freakin damn hot and i was hungry. atong was having fun posing with the pictures. i was just glad that mike was here to play with atong because i cannot play hard like he does with atong. i guess it was a male thing. finally, they got exhausted so we walked from there to ermita to grab food at mc donalds. atong and mike ate some mc chicken while i tried their spaghetti and lots of water. i was thirsty!!! we decided not to try museo pambata today but instead, we went to the grocery store at robinsons place to get us some supplies for our stay at the apartment. we still have enough time to dress up for tonights dinner with my high school friends in tondo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://w43.photobucket.com/widgets/Bucketshow.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="ffffff" width="300" height="300" name="Bucketshow"  align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="url=http://w43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/Nixinne Picture Gallery/2006 philippines vacation/day 3 - 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children&apos;s playground'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-115114488975274187</id><published>2006-05-18T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T06:28:09.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>day 3 - rizal park</title><content type='html'>We woke up pretty early on day 3. i set out to do our mini tour so i can entertain both atong and mike. the first on my agenda was the rizal park. so we took a taxi from our hotel to rizal park. the day was very humid as usual and there were lots of people trying to take our picture, sell us something or offered a tour of intramuros. it wasnt as bad as i thought it would be. after the initial hooplas, we were pretty much left alone to walk around. i explained to mike and atong about rizal park but mike is actually ahead of me since he knew who rizal is. he did his historical research about the philippines. atong was very happy just to be with the two of us. he was posing with mike and was very polite. we visited the chinese garden but it was full of people sleeping under the pagoda so we went to japanese garden. it wasnt as great but it was a beautiful scene on it own way. we also saw the flower clock, the chess place, the skating rink and the map of the philippine islands. mike caught soemthing peculiar though. there were no water on any of the places that was supposed to have some for decoration purposes. i just said it was a country with too few resources but he said " how can you guys run out of water? you are surrounded by it?" we just both laughed it out and went on to walk around. atong was trying to speak in english and mike was trying to speak in tagalog. it was funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://w43.photobucket.com/widgets/Bucketshow.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="ffffff" width="300" height="300" name="Bucketshow"  align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="url=http://w43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/Nixinne Picture Gallery/2006 philippines vacation/day 3 - 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I saw all of nino's family except nanay marlyn. che-che, nino's wife was very hospitable. their kids are awesome and very cute!!! their names were bitoy, daga, kat-kat and the youngest is aw-aw. we ate some champurado (cooked by roselyn) and pandesal for breakfast. mike ate a huge bowl of it and was full the entire day. atong was a sport although he didnt sleep much either. he was just a happy kid! he loved all the things and clothes that i bought for him. everybody was singing and eating but my god! there were at least 10 kids at one place! it was all fun though i was really exhausted. i cancelled my appointment with sanctuario spa and went to check in at tropicana apartment hotel at 4 or 5 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://w43.photobucket.com/widgets/Bucketshow.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="ffffff" width="300" height="300" name="Bucketshow"  align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="url=http://w43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/Nixinne Picture Gallery/2006 philippines vacation/day 1 - welcome home/&amp;amp;name=welcomehome"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of the picures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://pictures.aol.com/ap/viewShare.do?shareInfo=1uXYxRKKm4QUZng0zfUuojmNRHwiJEpItBdrN2qs%2fpRWGd%2bBXiXp6w%3d%3d"&gt; CLICK HERE FOR PICTURES!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-115087413460201100?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/115087413460201100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=115087413460201100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115087413460201100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115087413460201100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/05/day-1-welcome-home.html' title='day 1 - welcome home!'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-115087292405397778</id><published>2006-05-15T02:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T05:56:16.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>day 1 - from usa to japan</title><content type='html'>this is the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We boarded out first leg of Northwest flights from Atlanta at around noon going to Detroit. Stopped over at that airport for a couple of hours then boarded our 14 hour flight to Japan. Whew! There was a lot of Filipinos on that flight. We sat beside Gary, who came from Illinois just to visit his long time girlfriend in Davao. Our in flight food wasnt so bad, i catually enjoyed every meal but i didnt get the chance to watch anything cause we were too far from the screen. I slept the entire flight with the occasional conversation with Mike and Gary. I am pretty darn exciuted to be in Mnaila at this point. As we are approachign Japan, Mike was the one who is excited to see Nagoya airport and their expensive crappers. we arrived Japan without any problem.  Mike had his fill of Japanese brewed beer and got to see the $6000.00 crappers with heated seated, massage, bidet and all the luxury of a toilet bowl. Finally, we arrived at NAIA at around 11pm. We got through immigration without any problem but the Philippine customs is what i expected, the rotten corruption that is in full view without any pretense at all. I was basically asked for a bribe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt use my phone to call Nino about our arrival. So i dotn really have any idea of what is happening at this point. I was trying to get me some philippine peso to try and call them but a nice security told me where to go and look fo any people who might be picking us up. I left Mike with our bags to check and saw Nino! I hugged him and told him that i will be getting mike and our bags. When i came back, Atong was there too with Roselyn and Sonny Boy! I couldnt help but felt very happy at this point! All i could do was hug and kiss Atong!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loaded our bags to a van but was apprehended by policemen because we were at the no loading zone! After a few talk, i was surprised that they let us go without any bribe. Whew! So we went on our way to Nino's place for some party!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://w43.photobucket.com/widgets/Bucketshow.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="ffffff" width="300" height="300" name="Bucketshow"  align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="url=http://w43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/Nixinne Picture Gallery/2006 philippines vacation/day 1 - usa to japan/&amp;amp;name=usatojapan"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the album pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://pictures.aol.com/ap/viewShare.do?shareInfo=1uXYxRKKm4QUZng0zfUuokmu6SwQT1%2fGq%2bbEYqrhiAlWGd%2bBXiXp6w%3d%3d"&gt; CLICK HERE FOR PICTURES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-115087292405397778?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/115087292405397778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=115087292405397778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115087292405397778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/115087292405397778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/05/day-1-from-usa-to-japan.html' title='day 1 - from usa to japan'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114744026430414657</id><published>2006-05-12T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T09:24:24.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>anxiety attack</title><content type='html'>i was having an anxiety attack. For the first time, i called my mom as early as 7:30 am just to tell her how much of a nervous wreck i was at that time. there are several posiblities as to why this happened but the worst part of this is that i almost got into an accident just being hyped up without anything. Not that i had a close encounter on a car wreck, i actually didnt have any but in my mind it was playing that i will be on a car wreck or something. i was very jittery and nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may be that i am excited to go home or that i am really hungry since i just ate 4 eggs since yesterday morning and i worked on a very stressful environment last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole night was focused on this young guy who was very sick. he was having explosive diarrhea (which i have to change his bed 3 times last night as we didnt have any nursing assistant), a blood sugar of 11 (which sometimes can push a person to a comatose state if not prevented immediately), hypertensive with a systolic blood pressure of 190 (which can lead to stroke), renal failure (cannot pee therefore cannot excrete excess fluid  in the body and of course cannot metabolize some drugs), severely anemic (which resulted to giving 1 unit of packed red blood cells), mrsa infected (so he was also on contact isolation) and also has a heart failure (in conjunction to renal failure, this man wasnt breathing quite well since he is drowning on his own body fluids). See, what i have to deal with? and this is just one patient! i have 5 others with at least 2 others who are almost as severely sick as him! I didnt even get the chance to pee last night. which lead me to remember that i was starving too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, life's a bitch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still thank whoever it is that looks upon mankind, that i am not the one who is sick and is bed ridden at this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114744026430414657?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114744026430414657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114744026430414657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114744026430414657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114744026430414657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/05/anxiety-attack.html' title='anxiety attack'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114705633300181756</id><published>2006-05-07T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T22:45:33.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>garden pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3776/410/1600/DSCN0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3776/410/320/DSCN0150.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3776/410/1600/DSCN0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3776/410/320/DSCN0148.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3776/410/1600/DSCN0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3776/410/320/DSCN0141.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3776/410/1600/DSCN0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3776/410/320/DSCN0138.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114705633300181756?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114705633300181756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114705633300181756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114705633300181756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114705633300181756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/05/garden-pictures.html' title='garden pictures'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114744081437870037</id><published>2006-05-05T06:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T09:33:34.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mastercard wedding</title><content type='html'>You got to love this guy... This is a true story about a&lt;br /&gt;recent wedding that took place at Clemson University.&lt;br /&gt;It was in the local newspaper and even Jay Leno mentioned it. It was&lt;br /&gt;a huge wedding with about 300 guests.&lt;br /&gt;After the wedding, at the reception, the groom got up on stage&lt;br /&gt;with a microphone to talk to the crowd. He said he wanted to thank&lt;br /&gt;everyone for coming, many from long distances, to support them at their&lt;br /&gt;wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He especially wanted to thank the bride's and his family&lt;br /&gt;and to thank his new father-in-law for providing such a lavish&lt;br /&gt;reception. As a token of his deep appreciation he said he wanted to&lt;br /&gt;give everyone a special gift just from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So taped to the bottom of everyone's chair, including the wedding party was an envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said this was his gift to everyone, and asked them to open their&lt;br /&gt;envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside each manila envelope was an 8x10 glossy of his bride having sex with the best man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groom had gotten suspicious of them weeks earlier and had hired a private detective to tail them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After just standing there, just watching the guests' reactions for a  couple of minutes, he turned to the best man and said, "F--- you!"&lt;br /&gt;Then he turned to his bride and said, "F--- you!"&lt;br /&gt;Then he turned to the dumbfounded crowd and said, "I'm outta here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had the marriage annulled first thing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most people would have canceled the wedding&lt;br /&gt;immediately after finding out about the affair, this guy goes through&lt;br /&gt;with the charade, as if nothing were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His revenge--making the bride's parents pay over $32,000 for a 300 guest wedding and reception, and best of all, trashing the bride's and best man's reputations in front of 300 friends and family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy has balls the size of church bells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think we might get a MasterCard "priceless"commercial out of this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elegant wedding reception for 300 family members and friends: $32,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding photographs commemorating the Occasion: $3,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deluxe two week honeymoon accommodations in Maui: $8,500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look on everyone's face when they see the 8x10 glossy of the bride&lt;br /&gt;humping the best man: Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things money can't buy, for everything else there's&lt;br /&gt;MASTERCARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life isn't like a bowl of cherries or peaches, it's more like a jar&lt;br /&gt;of Jalapenos-- what you do today, might burn your ass tomorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114744081437870037?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114744081437870037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114744081437870037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114744081437870037'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;parental advisory, any people reading this that does not have sense of humor might get offended. please be aware that tissue papers are in short supply due to increasing demand of it on rural areas where jalapeno peppers and mexican water are combined...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Are you a chick or a dude?&lt;br /&gt;--hermaphrodite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What's your lucky number?&lt;br /&gt;--13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you pray?&lt;br /&gt;--to the goddess of camel toe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Ever wish on stars?&lt;br /&gt;--and stripes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you believe in karma?&lt;br /&gt;--ill get back to you later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What's your zodiac sign?&lt;br /&gt;--scorpion stinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Have you ever almost died?&lt;br /&gt;--i die everytime i come to the cloud of gas that i wake up to everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;--into pieces. theres this one time at band camp, i even had to tape it together only to be broken again into several more pieces but then i tried using staples but it didnt really hold it well so i finally resorted to super glue only to find out that i glued my broken heart to the exhaust of my eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Do you cry during sad movies?&lt;br /&gt;--i get very hysterical and manic depressive 15 minutes into watching one, my borderline personality sets in then my multiple personalities show up altogether and tries killing each other so that one personality will survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Do you like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;--only on bartops or with a sith lord accesorized with a glamdring sword&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Do you like to watch movies?&lt;br /&gt;--i hate them all. it makes me want to get my light saber out and kill the king of narnia &amp; become the queen of the magical world of disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Ever sat on a rooftop?&lt;br /&gt;--nope, only on chimney tops where it is hot as balls frying on a pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Is there such thing as a soul mate?&lt;br /&gt;--yea. especially when you die. that will be great to have a soul mate or else, you'll be a lonely soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Could you live without the television?&lt;br /&gt;--hell no, how can i live the american dream of being a couch potato, eating tubs of ice cream, greasy popcorn and lots of booze if i dont have one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Could you live without music?&lt;br /&gt;--i cannot live without quagmire and stewie singing the songs of family guy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you have any self-inflicted scars?&lt;br /&gt;--yea, as i especially when i am watching sad movies (please see question 9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) what do you dislike about life right now?&lt;br /&gt;--nothing. it is so fucked up in every possible way that i wouldnt exchange it to a much peaceful life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Have you ever been to jail?&lt;br /&gt;--yea, in california mainly..i get busted all the time especially after governor schwarzenegger passed the law on necrophilia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Ever had a job for less than a day?&lt;br /&gt;-- less than five minutes...darn porn people gets off faster than a speeding bullet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Ever been fired on your off day?&lt;br /&gt;--no. i start fires...im the twin sister of carrie...i am the firecracker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Ever been fired because of your attitude?&lt;br /&gt;--i fire myself even before they get the chance to say my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Do you get jealous of other people?&lt;br /&gt;--jealousy is nothing more than a myth. if i like it i take it, whether they like it or not. i need not be jealous of anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Would you rather love someone or be loved?&lt;br /&gt;--you gotta be high on drugs that they put in your drink to feel that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) What's under your bed right now?&lt;br /&gt;--the boogeyman waiting for candyman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Have you ever done anything illegal?&lt;br /&gt;--is their anything legal in this world? damn, we even have laws about necrophilia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Have you ever been dumped?&lt;br /&gt;--all the time. by the cleveland steamers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) How cool are you?&lt;br /&gt;--sorry, i just came from hell trying to play poker with superman and adolf hitler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Do you support abortion?&lt;br /&gt;--im abandoning this question since it is already fucked up as it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Did you graduate high school?&lt;br /&gt;--with a fake diploma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Do you wear the same clothes two days in a row?&lt;br /&gt;--darn, one month in a row...i like my clothes to stand up for themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Have you ever drove someone crazy?&lt;br /&gt;--nope, they are already crazy in ther own freakin way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Ever bullied someone?&lt;br /&gt;--i am she-ra!!!! master of the universeeeeeeeeee..ive got the powerrrrrrrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Ever done the Macarena?&lt;br /&gt;--with all my heart and soul, i can never get out of a bar without dancing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Do you act your age?&lt;br /&gt;--i dont even know how young i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Is it okay to disrespect your parent?&lt;br /&gt;--exodus blah blah blah...honor thy mother and thy father...ooops...that was genesis isnt it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Do you flush the toilet when you're done?&lt;br /&gt;--unless you want poo flicking all over the place...curiious george might even throw in a few "kertie!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) How long do you stay in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;--i never shower...its too disgusting...and i am very thrifty..i want my dirt piled up on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) What kind of soap do you use?&lt;br /&gt;--the green poopaya soap, urinary extracts included&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Are mullets cool?&lt;br /&gt;--oh, hell yea...bring back the 80's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) Spiderman, Batman, or Superman?&lt;br /&gt;--homeless man is better...coz he can fight crimes...wherever he might be that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) Do you like your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;--i only have one name...and it doesnt include any syllables...rmplstltskn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) Has anyone ever cheated on you?&lt;br /&gt;--i'll chop their guts off to pieces and feed it ot the pigs for dinner just like hannibal lecter likes it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) Ever cheated on someone?&lt;br /&gt;--jennifer aniston wont like that...not even nick lachey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) What's your favorite animal?&lt;br /&gt;--bestiality boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;--colors of the wind by pocahontas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) Have you ever shaved your head?&lt;br /&gt;--shved eveyrwhere else but my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) For medical use, should weed be legal?&lt;br /&gt;--got lots at he frontyard and backyard...try mowing them then it will be ready to roll in a few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) Do you think it is okay to drink and drive?&lt;br /&gt;--id rather walk...ive seen hell already when i visited ashton kutcher..oops...hes still alive isnt it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) If you won $1 million dollars, what would you buy first?&lt;br /&gt;--a porcelain dog, a one week maid service then ill let stewie carry out his plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) Do you fear terrorism?&lt;br /&gt;--durka durka muhammad jihad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) How many serious relationships have you had?&lt;br /&gt;--are you seriourly sick out your mind or was that my other half???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) What's your favorite candle scent?&lt;br /&gt;--poopie blasters and urinary scentontinence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55) Do you use profanity?&lt;br /&gt;--fuck no! thats just some shit ass saying, biatch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56) Who are the last people you talked to on MSN? AIM?&lt;br /&gt;--nto very social these days...id rather talk to the wall and name my toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57) What's something you're ashamed of?&lt;br /&gt;--nothing, i am as sick minded as my parents wanted me to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58) What woke you up last night?&lt;br /&gt;--i am the night crawler...i wake every darn being there is by pinching their nose and kicking them in the nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59) What did you dream about last night?&lt;br /&gt;--i dream of jeannie trying to make out with sabrina the teenage witch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60) Have you ever smoked weed?&lt;br /&gt;--thats the air everybpdy breathes in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61) How many beers did you have today?&lt;br /&gt;--what kind of quetion is that. theres a permanent keg on my fridge with a continous beer making facility beside the ktichen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62) What's the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;--movie fone and fandango&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63) Are you usually late or on time?&lt;br /&gt;--usually i dont show up at all...it takes the fun away if you actually show up when u are supposed to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64) What's a cartoon you watch often?&lt;br /&gt;--robot chicken and family guy the best family oriented, non violent, non pornographic and very polite show....even FCC hails these shows and we are pushing not only primetime but will be getting martha stewarts spot everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65) Do you have any imaginary friends?&lt;br /&gt;--theyre not imaginary, they are real...right, tourrettes boy?, awesome man and immigration dude???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66) Are you waiting on something right now?&lt;br /&gt;--im wating to be nabbed by the to plagues of egypt fro being senseless and stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67) What do you look for in a girl/guy?&lt;br /&gt;--money, power and how big their....houses are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68) Who's ugly?&lt;br /&gt;--anybody who is not me...i am a narcissistic bastard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69) Are you worried about something?&lt;br /&gt;--that my conscience and my soul is being fried this very moment in purgatory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70) Do you think anyone will read this about you?&lt;br /&gt;--anybody who is sick minded as i am afer giving the warning above is really brave t do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71) What are you fascinated about right now?&lt;br /&gt;mike's gastrointestinal system and how to shut it down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114744113067531906?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114744113067531906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114744113067531906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114744113067531906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114744113067531906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/05/71-please-dont-open-if-you-dont-have.html' title='71 - please dont open if you dont have a sense of humor'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114620992902966854</id><published>2006-04-25T03:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T03:38:49.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the secret garden</title><content type='html'>ok, ok its probably not a secret at all but it creates a mystery on my title right? thats what i did all day today. plant those beautiful spring and summer flowers with some hostas and herb plants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my herb garden consists of a rosemary, lavender, mint and basil. they all smells really good but they are still a small bunch beside the waterfall. the big space infront of the waterfall consists of some crawling bushes. i did add some annuals in there so it wont grow bigger than the waterfalls itself and i planted the lilies on either side of it ot make a nice entry look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill add some pictures when i get the time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114620992902966854?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114620992902966854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114620992902966854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114620992902966854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114620992902966854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/04/secret-garden.html' title='the secret garden'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114620957715490537</id><published>2006-04-20T05:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T03:32:57.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tondo girl</title><content type='html'>Current mood:  sleepy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;539 P. Herrera St. Tondo, Manila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, i am a certified tondo girl...beware or "lalagyan kita ng butas sa tagiliran"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i recall, that was my address since i dont know when till i was about 12 years old. after being in touch with edna gonzales ( her married name as i dont remember her maiden name ), my childhood barkada, i recollected memories of my childhood life playing on the streets of bilbao, p. herrera and carmen planas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember marie jane simangan (jane) , maria lourdes (malou), carlota (liit), edna gonzales (edna), tina (tina), ervin gonzales (ervin), michael calimag (michael), jason go (jason), gilbert chan (gilbert), levi (levi), janet (janet), and gemmalyn (gigi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many others that edna was telling me about but i wasnt as close as these people in the list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jane has the most beautiful exotic eyes as far as i can remember. she has this gorgeous curly hair and  olive skin.  but even with all these characteristics, she acts tomboyish and usualy acts like one of the boys. if i remember correctly, as told by friends to me before, she got interested and tried acting like a girl when gilbert took interest on her. edna jokingly told me on our recent conversations that it was partly my fault why jane got stuck on becoming a full pledged lesbian.  then i remembered that gilbert was one of my childhood crushes only because he sent me a note that he like me! later on, he told me that he got turned off by jane's behaviour (or was that malou who told me that?). kids were kids, and soon we all started to hang out again as if nothing has changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malou was our chubby girl with a cute chubby face when we were kids. she can get too loud at times too. although shes overweight as a kid, she was a good football player with a very good kick. i remember her being very talkative and happy all the time altough there are times that we talk about my mean sister that makes her feel more poor than she ever was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liit was a small kid with a cute smile whenever she actually flashes it. i am not sure if she was the one who concocted our secret language before. able baker cheers dear ever forever gracious humble iten joker king liberty  moment never over peter queen remember sweet true under v walker xray yankee zebra. ooops, i guess the language isnt a secret anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114620957715490537?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114620957715490537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114620957715490537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114620957715490537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114620957715490537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/04/tondo-girl.html' title='tondo girl'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114552119659890316</id><published>2006-04-18T07:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T04:19:56.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tick..tock...tick...tock...</title><content type='html'>gosh...its april 18...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;less than one month and ill be kissing the philippine soil. ill be able to hug my son and my dad. ill be able to see old friends. ill be able to eat authentic filipino food. ill be able to walk on the dirty streets of manila. ill be able to swim on the ocean without freezing. ill be able to talk in my own language all the time. ill be able to see the beautiful sceneries. ill be able to smell smokey mountain. ill be able to joke around with my family. ill be able to eat balut, isaw, taho and lugaw. ill be able to play with the kids. ill be able to dance and act like a nutso anytime without thinking if i am bothering the neighbors. ill be able to sleep on the floor or rather not sleep at all coz its too freakin hot there. ill be able to shower 3 times a day since its going to be humid all the time. ill be able to see all the smiling faces of everybody i love and hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot wait. im so excited. i cant even sleep at night although i really dont sleep at night since i work night shifts. i cant think of anything else but the slow ticking of the clock. tick tock tick tock....damn! is it may 14 yet????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched fun with dicka nd jane last night and it wasnt as fun as i thought it would be. i had a a few laughs but eh...just a few...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114552119659890316?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114552119659890316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114552119659890316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114552119659890316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114552119659890316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/04/ticktockticktock.html' title='tick..tock...tick...tock...'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114552111322749462</id><published>2006-04-15T00:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T04:18:33.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>getting used to knoxville</title><content type='html'>Current mood: awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have always been looking forward to working in another place after knoxville. i always said in the past that i am bored and that there is nothing in here and that people are dumb, etc. but the truth of the matter is that i am just not used to this new surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isnt a big city that i am used to but it has its own beauty and positive attributes. market square has been very good for hanging out on beautiful days since the bars and restaurants offer and open area where people can eat and enjoy the outdoor weather. old city and the college strip offers variety in music and fun. comedy shows, music jams, celebrity bartenders, outdoor movies, (almost) broadway shows, greenways, trails, cheesy vacation houses, beer festivals, wine festivals, camping sites, and other activities that i have not explored yet are available to enjoy. although they are small town activities with small town participants, it can be fun in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its scary to admit that i am getting accustomed to being here in knoxville. i guess it just grows on you when you stay on one place too long. my co-workers are awesome and fun. even my patients are very appreciative with all our hardwork. i got a good group of friends to go out with, a backyard with a nice view and most of all, ive got here friends that call themselves my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, as free-spirited as i am, i cannot let this ruin my chances to explore what it is outside knoxville. although i am beginning to get accustomed to all the things that is fun here in knoxville, i still have other things to do and accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will always come back and experience knoxville fun with all the friends that i made here...memories will be saved in my databank and will be reminisced when i am long gone from this area that became my home for the last 9 months&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114552111322749462?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114552104094015918</id><published>2006-04-13T03:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T04:17:20.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>family matters...and its pissing me off</title><content type='html'>Current mood: aggravated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to my dad for the first time again in six months. i may have been avoiding the inevitable so i could get away from all the bad news that i would hear esoecially that i cannot do anything about it. i guess i was afraid of the responsibilities that accompanies the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i need to hear it and i need to do something about it. financially, i may lack the ability to give them assistance at the moment but the emotional support that i can give my dad so he can live peacefully rather than disturbingly because of my greedy half sister may at least ease the burden of his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to hear my dad cry and tell me that all his other children abandoned him and i was the only one he can turn to. he wasnt asking for financial support although that is what he needed the most at this time so he can keep taking his medications. the high life that he was used to was taken from him by stroke, a deadly disease that almost took his life away but is now eating his very existence slowly. an independent person such as him made it harder to accept the fact that he is now mostly dependent on others with a lot of things. his mighty personality was being humbled by weakness and inability to care fro himself. he had a temper that nobody can get through but me but since i am not there to neutralize his temperment, he became grumpier and meaner and to top it all, the disease makes him more vulnerable to his temper attacks. he may not have been the best father but i know for sure that he provided them well enough so they can be where they are right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand why his other children will do such a thing to him. take his money and leave him to poverty. i wish i could do something to get back at them. or to at least give my dad what he owns and not what he deserves. he has been a very good dad to me. he mght have few shortcomings as a father but he still is my father. when i get back to the philippines, i will make sure that i try and take care of him even for a short amount of time that i will be there then ill try to help him as much as i can while i am here in the USA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114552104094015918?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114552104094015918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114552094170228668</id><published>2006-04-12T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T04:15:41.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i may have been wrong</title><content type='html'>Current mood: happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to admit that i was wrong about being in a bad mood the other day. it may have been just because i was tired from work and needing attention or i just didnt wait enough for the day to progress before i started making wrong judgements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;men can be surprising at times. their minds are like a box of chocolates, you never know what youre gonna get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they can be as sweet as chocolates too. i have to redeem myself from being a complete bitch, but i cannot cause i was proved wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to work on the 10th but i got to do treasure hunting. mike apparently arranged a treasure hunt for me by using a lot of details of our first night together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. he made me read our first online conversation that he saved on his computer at the time we actually spoke to each other on our first date and i found out that there are some hidden clues there to were i should find the next clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i found the next clue telling me to call my voicemail ont he exact time i called him from my cellphone (attached with the clue was the log of my first phone call from his phone bill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. voicemail told me to search for a paper on samantha. i found it behind the drivers seat. the picture contains the pcture of new york grand central station where we first met but with another clue hidden on it. the clue was the dodge logo cleverly hidden on the picture which is the make of his van,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. so i searched the van a found 2 maps. the first map reveals the route we took to go to the restaurant where we ate on our first date in soho. the second one revealed the exact same route but in knoxville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. amazingly enough, the name of the first restaurant we went to was the same as the one here in knoxville. isnt that amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. and last but not the least, his apartment in new york has a view of midtown manhattan and he made sure that i saw the same perspective here in knoxville. he does not have an apartment in downtown knoxville but he rented one of the rooms at the top floor of hilton so i can see the same view in manhattan minus the towering buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, i was speechless. i was just too grateful and ashamed for my previous behavior all at the same time. i shouldnt have doubted him. and i deeply apologized for what i have said and doen the previous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks mike for the most wonderful evening i ever had. it was very memorable and touching. i love you more than ever and i promise not to doubt you again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114552094170228668?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114552094170228668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114552094170228668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114552094170228668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114552094170228668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-may-have-been-wrong.html' title='i may have been wrong'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114552081522876420</id><published>2006-04-10T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T04:13:35.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a broader look of the situation</title><content type='html'>Current mood: contemplative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after several failed relationships, i learned to prioritize my own well being before i think of somebody else's wanta and needs. it helped me become an independent person. a person that can stand up on her own and is mature enough to analyze things and situations that comes in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is a broad term for an emotion felt for another person. it depends on a lot of variables in life. its not just physical attraction or amazing sex. it is neither the compatibilities or similarities in tradition and culture. love is never selfish nor impatient. love likes to give and not to take, love is an overwhelming feeling of wanting to be with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short, love is very degrading. i guess that is the reason why proud people never get to see the happily ever after. they mostly say, i was happy with that relationship until the end of it or i am happy being by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not wrong to be independent and its definitely not wrong to be in love. having both is great but as like any other situation in life that involves interaction to fellow humans, compromises are to be made to ensure a healthy relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have loved and lost but now i am in love again. as like everybody else, i have to make compromises to ensure that my relationship doesnt fizzle just because of made up anniversaries. it seems like i am trying to cover up somebody's lack of holiday awareness but i guess i am just protecting myself from being hurt with a menial situation such as this. i guess i am the type of person who tries to look at the broader picture and not just the small imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in retrospect to the start of all this spillage, many guys misunderstand what the meaning of anniversaries to women. i do believe that many independent woman like me doesnt care for the material gift that many guys assume makes a woman happy in this awkward day. i dont even care for  partying or dining out.  the mere presence of the person and  the acknowledgement that he  is happy to have met me in this made up holiday is enough. the presence and the hug was present i can give you that but when you look me in the eye and go on with your usual routine without any acknowledgement of the aforementioned event, it takes away all the excitement. i admit, it is very shallow but it is one of those things that guys have to put up with women. it is a once a year event. one sentence is enough to make the day a hell a lot better. and then we can go on with our usual routine again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me think what is right and what is wrong. it is a tradition and yet our relationship is not traditional in any way. but somehow i like to be acknowledged verbally as a special person (like special fred) even though i know subconsciously that i am being loved and is beign treated special everyday. damn, now it sounds like it is my fault...oh well...i guess i am done talking coz i am losing my own battle...ha ha ha! schizophrenic ideations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114552081522876420?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114552067637171279</id><published>2006-04-10T08:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T04:11:16.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>who invented anniversaries anyway?</title><content type='html'>Current mood: pissed off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what makes a day special and want to celebrate it every year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;women unfortunately have the knack for making every day a holiday. cookie day, spring cleaning day, pms day, birthday, athletic day, sick day, christmas day, anniversary day...damn, i bet it's women fault that we have all those holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not mad that we have national holidays or birthdays because that is a valid excuse not to go to work. but for heaven and hells sake! why anniversaries? it very unfortunate of me, a female, who is trapped into the tradition of making up anniversary date and trying to shove it into somebody's ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i am very much obliged to get mad if the date is ignored. and it is currently getting ignored. and i am getting really pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know what? i dont have anybody else to blame but tradition and society because if it werent initiated then i wont be in this dilemma. but if i am to think like a real woman, maybe i should just get mad at the person and not the system. what the heck...i will just evaporate into thin air and get it over and done with. if it is not important to the other person, i might as well, drop the subject, go on to my usual daily routine and sleep the day away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being pissed but i am not going to sulk and ruin my day just because of it so, to hell with everybody! bleh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114458320208472178</id><published>2006-04-07T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T07:46:42.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>manila...here we come!!!</title><content type='html'>Current mood: excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just got our flight itineraries to the philippines! i'm so excited and i just cant hide it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: May 14 Flight: NW 466&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Departs: Atlanta-Hartsfield Int'l, GA (ATL) at 12:29PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrives: Detroit-Wayne County Int'l, MI (DTW) at 2:26PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class of Service: Economy Class (V) Seat: 23-A, 23-B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight Duration: 1 hour 57 minutes Miles: 605&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meal Service: None Aircraft: McDonnell Douglas DC9-50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Flight Status posted day before departure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: 45 Minute check-in required in Atlanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: May 14 Flight: NW 71&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Departs: Detroit-Wayne County Int'l, MI (DTW) at 3:55PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrives: Nagoya, Japan (NGO) at 6:15PM on May 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class of Service: Economy Class (V) Seat: 60-C, 60-B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight Duration: 13 hours 20 minutes Miles: 6,510&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meal Service: Dinner Aircraft: Boeing 747-400&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Flight Status posted day before departure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: May 15 Flight: NW 71&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Departs: Nagoya, Japan (NGO) at 7:45PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrives: Manila-Int'l, Philippines (MNL) at 10:50PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class of Service: Economy Class (V) Seat: 60-C, 60-B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight Duration: 4 hours 5 minutes Miles: 1,741&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meal Service: Dinner Aircraft: Boeing 747-400&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Flight Status posted day before departure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Check-in at Centrair International Airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: June 2 Flight: NW 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Departs: Manila-Int'l, Philippines (MNL) at 8:00AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrives: Tokyo-Narita, Japan (NRT) at 1:25PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class of Service: Economy Class (V) Seat: 52-C, 52-B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight Duration: 4 hours 25 minutes Miles: 1,879&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meal Service: Breakfast Aircraft: Boeing 747-400&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Flight Status posted day before departure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: June 2 Flight: NW 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Departs: Tokyo-Narita, Japan (NRT) at 3:30PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrives: Minneapolis/St. Paul-Int'l, MN (MSP) at 12:30PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class of Service: Economy Class (V) Seat: 52-C, 52-B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight Duration: 11 hours Miles: 5,953&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meal Service: Dinner Aircraft: Boeing 747-400&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Flight Status posted day before departure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: June 2 Flight: NW 1434&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Departs: Minneapolis/St. Paul-Int'l, MN (MSP) at 4:16PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrives: Atlanta-Hartsfield Int'l, GA (ATL) at 7:47PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class of Service: Economy Class (V) Seat: 14-D, 14-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight Duration: 2 hours 31 minutes Miles: 908&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meal Service: Snack Box ($3) Aircraft: Airbus A320&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Flight Status posted day before departure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many plans!!! but first and foremost...i need to hug my son!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114458320208472178?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114458320208472178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114458320208472178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114458320208472178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114458320208472178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/04/manilahere-we-come.html' title='manila...here we come!!!'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114458299618261974</id><published>2006-04-07T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T07:43:16.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>travel planning disasters</title><content type='html'>Current mood: sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 1130 in the morning. i havent had sleep since yesterday afternoon.  i am still trying to find us cheap flights to the philippines. so far, i have talked to 4 travel agents, looked at 10 different sites, talkedto 4 friends and still i cant decide which flight to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are all over a grand for each person. i guess i picked the wrong dates to go home because everybody is telling me that it is peak season for manila travel on may. i cannot NOT go. i havent seen my son for 5 years now. and this is my only time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just waiting for mike to come home so we can buy our tickets today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114458299618261974?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114458299618261974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114458299618261974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114458299618261974'/><link 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and since his color looks like chocolate, i wanted to name him as such. we came to an agreement that we call this brown labrador "corn-a-lot".&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; she usually plays with us at the back porch while we are hanging out drinking beer or just chillin. she usually likes to play with mike who claims who doesnt like animals but still pets the darn pup. mark has a girlfriend who has a dog named buddy (jamie's dog), so he definitely likes dogs.. i like dogs a lot. i actually wanted to have one but since i travel a lot i couldnt do it. darn. i dont even have a car of my own. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; anyway, shes an unofficial pet of ours. he came barking infrnt of the back door last night and scratching like she wants to get in. mark opened the door and tried to tell her to go home but she was trying to get in the house. so i put on my robe, went outside with cornalot, gave her some of buddy's scooby snacks and persuaded her to go home. while me and her are standing at the top of the stairs, mark and mike went out to see whats happening. but she was a great dog! mark and mike are smitten by her cute and cuddly efforts to get attention. i went inside and got some food and water for her to drink. she was being a very good girl. so mark let her go in "for a while" while we are still hanging out, having a mind set that she will want to go home later. but she was just being so cute, funny and smart puppy. she know a lot of stuff like, rolling, and sitting and laying down. we tried opening the door for her if she wanted to go home but she stayed in the kitchen while all of us are in the floor petting her. se finally was exhausted and took a little nap while we are petting her. mark took pity on her because it was so cold last night. he got buddy's make shift bed and put it in the kitchen. we all finally had to go to bed hoping that she wouldnt poop or pee or yelp. i was really hoping she wouldnt so mark and mike would let me keep her for the night. we were all like very concerned adults fro a kid coz when we finaally had to close the kitchen, me and mark are still by the door telling cornalot to stay on her bed. we couldnt leave! and i thought it was just me and mark. i saw mike by the living room peeking over the little window to see what cornalot will do. we turned off the light and mike finally told me that cornalot went to her bed and settled in for the night. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; i woke up this morning and went to the kitchen to see if cornalot made a mess but she was patiently sitting on her bed, waiting for somebody to come and play with her. she didnt make any mess at all. i gave her some breakfast and shes been in and out of the house already. shes actually sitting here beside me while i m typing this blog. i kept on trying to open the door for her just in case she wants to go home but she just comes right back. i think mike and mark will have a little talk with the owners tomorrow. mark said if they cant take care of their puppy, he will likely adopt her. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; i wanted to adopt her myself. but since i dont have a house of my own or a car of my own, i really cant say or do anything just yet...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 323px; height: 250px;" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/DSCN0117.jpg"&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/18748033-114435610577710146?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114435610577710146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114435610577710146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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was a disaster! yech, we might need to just order something out. not good...not good at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldve just done some chopsuey instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friends in connecticut. they all had fun last night. joy called me and asked me about jay ar's last name to check if he had his board exam in the philippines. she was also talking about marions interaction with jay ar. then chico also reminded me of jay ar today. thats funny. i dont even have anything to feel for him. im perfectly happy right now i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks that we dont have a decent dinner tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114410434715034305?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114410434715034305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114410356051238167</id><published>2006-04-03T08:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T18:48:29.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the ride that bruised my bum</title><content type='html'>Current mood: drained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past weekend was a blast. despite the aching muscles and bruised bum, i survived my very first long ass bike ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to abingdon, va last saturday to camp at riverside campground. that place was cool! we got to camp out beside a riverback and slept with the sweet sound of the flowing river. we picked campground #5 (we were supposed to get #14 but the people in front of the cashier line took it before we did- Blast!) and set our tents up before going to town to get some decent dinner. mike, jamie and i opted for their pasta while mark indulged on a juicy steak. the food was great! no hairs, no spit of any sort. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went back to our campsite, started a fire and enjoyed the bonding with nature. we forgot batteries so we were groping in the dark until we got the fire going. we ate smores, roasted  marshmallows, drank wine, listened to music and just enjoyed the whole camp experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty damp the next day. mark started to boil water for "rations" but mike forgot the rations at home! oh well, we just went to a gas station and got our breakfast "samiches". we went to the shuttle/bike shop to pick up jamie's bike. while we were there, i also bought a virginia creepers trail cap and a hoopty bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prepared my self by making sure my ipod is working, granola bars in my hoopty bag, lemon water to drink, and clothes to change to if it gets hot. we were all ready to go! we rode a van with a bike tow and drove up to white top mountain where we would start our bike ride. it was pretty chilly when we arrived at the trail but it was ok because the sun was shining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first 15 miles was very easy with its downhill ride. we never even had a chance to actually use our pedals on those first few miles. i only got freaked out with a few steep sides so i kept on slowing down once in a while. i am afraid of heights and i was afraid to bail. anyway, ti became a flat surface after that and eventually started to use our pedals like we were supposed to in a bike ride. the town of damascus came but we never found the restaurant that we saw earlier on our drive up so we continued to ride.after a few milse, i decided to pass mark and jamie while they were stopped because i was always behind and i thought it would get me some distance before they catch up on me again. i was a slow poke. not only because my bum was starting to hurt but also my thighs was getting sore too. mike, i guess, decided to ride along with me and we continued on until i got really thirsty. we decided to wait fro mark and jamie while eating a granola bar. but, few other people passed us and there wasnt a sign of those two. so we decided to continue on slowly and stopping frequently until they catch up. we stopped under a bridge, beside a meadow full of cows, and some random road before mike's bike seat gave away. he was biking standing up for a few miles until we came to old alvarado sation were other bikers were eating and resting. he got to fix his bike with a borrowed allen wrench(?) and i ate french fries while askign people who came after us about mark and jamie. we got the story from other bikers and waited for them to arrive. they came a few minutes later and decided to stay and wait fro the shuttle ride, while mike &amp; i headed on to finish the trail. we only had 8 or so miles to finish the trail and i thought that was going to be easy. at first it was flat dirt road then it eventually became a little bit steeper. by this time i had to distract myself from remembering how sore my bum and my thighs were. we had to stop a few times on benches so i can ride again. ouch, ouch, ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finally saw our 1 mile mark, took a picture and continued to frinish the trail. we rode side by side up to the last section of the trail! mark and jamie was waiting for us at the end. we took pictures of our victory ride and went on to find a place to eat. (logans restaurant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mark drove home and into the eye of the storm. oh boy! was that scary or what! everybody was stopped on the side of the road and we were almost blown to one side too. but our master driver, got us out of there and was home at around 2230.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a goodnight sleep after watching an episode of battlestar galactica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, i guess i passed out. and my bum still hurts..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114410356051238167?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114410356051238167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114410356051238167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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hours last night. needless to say, i am very tired but i guess the adrenaline rush is still in my system. here i am, typing, trying to see if i can relax a bit before i lay my poor body in bed for a good nap before my next shift tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got several decisions to make regarding work. i cannot wait for mike to make a decision on where to work or what eh really wanted to do. i am about to have an interview with UCSF medical center in san francisco this may. i am a bit hesitant because the interviewee is the manager for intensive cadiac care unit. not that i dont want to work there but my preference for emergency room training still prevails. i am hoping that they will call me before i make my decision to fly out to san frnacisco. i wanted to get interviewed by the ER manger and CCU manager at the same time. i am also thinking if i should also send some resume in new york. columbia hospital, mt. sinai, or new york presbyterian are good choices but they "kill" their nurses in new york. darn it. i dont know. california seems to be a good choice. ive got friends there but not that much. i dont know...decisions..decisions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get myself settled somewhere for a year so i can get proper training in critical care and maybe get some classes to get my masters degree. i am still thinking of becoming a nurse prctitioner or nurse anaesthesist. i wanted to have a house but i also wanted to travel the world...i hate thinking about the future especially i am quite aware that everyday might be my last day and i dont want to spend it ogling for a future that may not come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some stupid reason, i have this feeling that i am going to die young although i would be very appreciative if i dont because i want to experience the world and i wanted to see my son, i wanted to be able to say someday that i have accomplished what i want in life. i wanted to be able to spend the rest of my days with somebody that i love and trust. i wonder what lies ahead of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carpe diem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening:&lt;br /&gt;A Thousand Miles&lt;br /&gt;By Vanessa Carlton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114409997851662114?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114409997851662114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114409997851662114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114409997851662114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114409997851662114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/03/making-tough-decisions.html' title='making tough decisions'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114410349637122309</id><published>2006-03-30T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T18:31:36.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem</title><content type='html'>SEIZE THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIS ONLY IN THEIR DREAMS THAT MEN TRULY BE FREE,&lt;br /&gt;'TWAS ALWAYS THUS, AND ALWAYS THUS WILL BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-KEATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always try to seize the day coz it may be my last day to be able to breathe the morning fresh air, to see the smiling face of the one i love the most, to feel the tender caress of the soft satin sheets under my skin, to hear the music that enthralls my adventurous personality, to be able to sing the song that make my existence more meaningful, to be able to laugh and be merry with my friends, to be able to feel the warmth my family brings to my heart, to love and be loved, to be guided in this surreal world of incredulous proportion, to be able to kiss and make love to the one person that i love, to be able to read the books that enriches my imagination, to be able to make a difference to my patients world, to be able to understand the true meanign of happiness and contentment, to be able to realize what faith means, to be able to feel that i belong, that i am needed, that i am trusted and that i am loved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carpe diem&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall seize the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen&lt;br /&gt;By Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;Release date: By 04 March, 2003&lt;div 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Diem'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114409234076298406</id><published>2006-03-28T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T15:26:23.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>reminiscing our new york days</title><content type='html'>last night we went to cookeville to meet up with some friends. davy and shawna ( i hope i am spelling er name right)  lives in cookeville while ada, a friend from our new york days who is now working as a consultant in nashville, also came down to meet us halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was almost two hours drive and being a master driver, mark was assigned the task or was forced to do so since mike and i have difficulties diving at nigh ( meaning, we are both blind). we all met up at chili's where shawna works. i was so excited to see ada again. i havent seen her in a while and she was basically my drinking buddy and my confidante when i was in new york city. we hugged and shared our hilarious moments together in new york. i drank my share of blue margarita which was served on a fishbowl. darn, that was a huge drink, i thought i was going to have brain freeze. ada got a cosmo and the rest got captain &amp; cokes. it was a great night. we had our happy hour drinks at chili's and went over downtown. i am not sure if we went to spanky's for dinner but that place was awesome. the seafood entrees are delicious and so are their appetizers. we all had fun sharing stories of being drunk and other stories that includes pornographic details. ha ha ha. being with mike, mark and davy, i guess that wasnt so surprising. needless to say we even talked about sexual names for the 52 states.., well, almost. we were all just happy to be hanging out on a different venue that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss new york city or for any big city for that matter. talking to ada, i reminisced our times of bar hopping, living the glamorous city life where everybody is awake and loopy till the wee hours of the morning. not that i am talking abotu booze all the time but even those times that i am actually sober. its ust fun to be able to roam around the city trying to discover different cultures, participate in various events and get to meet people who are willing to party and enjoy city night life. ada and i have gone to various restaurant and bars after work hours just to talk about things. having a girl friend like ada is refreshing. she is easy to talk to and is always up for some adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what will be my life again after knoxville. i usually say i am bored here but nonetheless, i have met warm and caring people here. they are fun to be with and are very hospitable. i admit, i am beginning to warm up with knoxville life but life has to move on and more adventures are about to happen. maybe my next destination will be much more promising...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114409234076298406?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114409234076298406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114409234076298406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114409234076298406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114409234076298406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/03/reminiscing-our-new-york-days.html' title='reminiscing our new york days'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114369800562791794</id><published>2006-03-26T02:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T00:53:55.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ipod addiction</title><content type='html'>i admit.&lt;br /&gt;i am now addicted to my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;that is all i am doing during the hours that i am awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am lovin this sweet thing! aside from listening to my music, i can do a lot of things with it. a lot of it are free but if you are like me who wants everything best for my new toy, its not cheap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have more or less 1300 songs on my music folder but i still have to make my own playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pictures are still yet to come. i downloaded 144 photos and i am still trying to pick photos from my 8000 photofiles that i want to put in my ipod photo collection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for videos, i just downloaded a home video from one of our trips to see how it looks like. it was pretty cool but i was not about to fill it with just home videos. i wanted family guy in there so i can enjoy quagmire and stewie anytime i wanted to. but i couldnt get it from anywhere unless i am from teh geek squad (ie, need knowledge in using torrent files). so i ended up buying DVD to IPOD software so i can convert my dvd episodes to files that i can view in my ipod and whalla! i got two of them here although i still have a long way to go before i can finish up 3 seasons of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another cool thing about this are the  audiobooks. i just finished listenign to memoir of geisha and i loved it! i am a fast reader meaning i skim most of the time and i miss a lot of point in a novel but with the audiobooks i can easily imagine myself being where the characters are! awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;podcasts - darn...those things are awesome...videos, news, entertainment, comedies and most of all...cartoon! happy tree friends are my favorite...oh...another thing that make podcasts awesome?...its free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come..getting tired of typing...geez...its almost 3 in the morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114369800562791794?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114369800562791794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114369800562791794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114369800562791794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114369800562791794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/03/ipod-addiction.html' title='ipod addiction'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114369786564996804</id><published>2006-03-25T01:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T00:51:05.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>working like a dog</title><content type='html'>working like a dog &lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  exhausted &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, i am working like a dog....its just my break from my long hours of walking from one room to the next, faxing medication requests, calling doctors, giving medications, listening to patients complaints, changing IV fluids, getting vital signs, helping co-workers with their admissions, charting my documentations, checking chart for orders, &amp; long standing headache...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my ipod yesterday and it was pretty cool but i guess it is really costing me a lot more than i expected...i think i will have to pick up more overtime work to pay for all of it. darn, i got carried away buying some other stuff for this ipod like the itrip for fm transmission of my songs while on the road, ac power, car power adapter, docking system, and a case to protect the screen. my god...i got overboard! now, i really have to get overtime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its their standard white 30 gig ipod video. i uploaded some pictures and most of music files. to my dissappointment, my msn-purchased music files are not there yet. i will have to check them out when i get  home from work today. i also bought my first audiobook - memoirs of geisha. im liking it but i just dont have the time to listen to it. my co-worker, kristi, had time to listen to some music before the batteries died. she is so funny, she's so naive, or thats how she prtrays herself. she was laughing hysterically while listening to tenacious d's "fuck her gently" song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had some steak out for "lunch". i got salmon and some grilled mushroom. it was the best mushrooms i had but my stomach is not digesting it well. the sweet tea is always awesome...mmm...sweet tea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i guess my break is done...i just received report from morristown for a transferring patient...the room is ready...i just hope he gets here before 6 am so i dont have to stay over to assess and chart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114369786564996804?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114369786564996804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114369786564996804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114369786564996804'/><link 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/&gt;mike &amp; mark are still here...it was a rough night i guess for both of them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114369778832902500?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114369778832902500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114369778832902500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114369778832902500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114369778832902500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/03/downloading.html' title='downloading....'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114369768579563019</id><published>2006-03-24T03:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T00:48:05.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ipod mania</title><content type='html'>i am getting my ipod today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, hell yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am excited to go to philippines....verryyy soon, ill be there...im thinking may 15 - may 31...i hope we can get cheaper flights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114369768579563019?l=lichni.blogspot.com' 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src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114369761503694042</id><published>2006-03-22T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T00:46:55.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>things to do???</title><content type='html'>nyquil is great! darn, i had the greatest sleep today. slept till 1230 pm. and then answered some bulletin posts and re-posted them in myspace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got no outside life. its not sad. i like it sometimes. last night, we watched battlestar galactiva, the first mini series. it was pretty cool. now i am officially in geek stardom. so, to counter the act, i made mike watch this stupid filipino movie. and because it is stupid, we did not even see the end of it because the dvd refused to play the last two scenes. suckers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the questions in my mind today...where to go...what to do...i suppose i can do some things that are beneficial to mankind. to me at least. but here i am. being a geek and writing a blog. sad, annoying, amusing and terribly funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the nyquil is stll clouding up my senses. i am awake but i cant think of anything to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- watch movies? darn it, i do that everyday&lt;br /&gt;- listen to music? constantly on the background&lt;br /&gt;- play guitar? i suck playing the blasted thing&lt;br /&gt;- read digital fortress? ill be stuck in the bed again&lt;br /&gt;- play final fantasy X? again, ill be stuck in one room&lt;br /&gt;- go outside and walk? good idea, maybe i will...wait..wait...f&amp;*^%! ...its too cold!&lt;br /&gt;- get the mail? in a minute, im still finishing up this blog...&lt;br /&gt;- wash dishes? i just did&lt;br /&gt;- fold the laundry? yep, ill do that&lt;br /&gt;- write blog? i still writing obviously&lt;br /&gt;- print stuff i need for UCSF application? i cant print here till mike gets home and install the driver in my laptop&lt;br /&gt;- exercise? i am lazy&lt;br /&gt;- have lunch? i just did...rice, tuna, sweet pork, tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;- shower? im still dripping wet...&lt;br /&gt;- call girfriends? everybody is at work or school...besides almost all of them are out of state...&lt;br /&gt;- cook? i am not in the mood today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is terrible. i am cold although its like 67 degrees inside the house. the coffemaker looks like darth vader to me. and i am about to turn off the annoying TV...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114369761503694042?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114369761503694042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114369761503694042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114369761503694042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114369761503694042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/03/things-to-do.html' title='things to do???'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114297455200234955</id><published>2006-03-21T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T15:55:52.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>walmart layaway &amp; my clogged sinuses</title><content type='html'>way to spice up my subject line, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i did go to wally mart today after my tasteless lunch at pancho's with my tall one and brother attractive. not that they do not cook great mexican food. in fact, i remember them being delectable but my clogged sinuses are not cooperating with my tastebuds today. i feel sick as a dog. i thought i was just being a hypochondriac the other day but i realized i was just really sick, after taking nyquil caplets and dead poets society i slumbered my way out of monday morning but i had to go to work last night since i signed up for overtime (i should do that often, mo money, mo money!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so going back to the original topic, i went to wally mart today and once again, gazed upon my long time dream of having an ipod. not for any other purposes but just so i can bring it on road trips and use the radio frequency to be able to play all of my 1500 songs. and being that i would like to have the 30 gig new ipod, i can put in our videos and photos too! oh...hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like $297.00 and i dont like spending money that fast so i kept on stalling to buy the blasted thing. i would just always stop byt and drool over it everytime i go to the dvd section. and then it hit me hard. they have a layaway option. i could purchase that ipod by putting money on the layaway zone everytime i go in there instead of buying $50 worth of dvds. i shouldve thought about this before. silly me. but i corrected the mistake today. i put in 50 dollars in layaway for my brand new white &amp; silver ipod (which i will exchange for a black one as soon as a new one arrives) instead of buying zathura and pride &amp; prjudice. figure i can buy them both at hollywood video store when they become on sale for less than 8 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drat! my sinuses are still killing me. i told mike that they can go out tonight without me earlier ths morning if i still dont feel well by 6 tonight. and since im feeling worse than earlier, i think i should stick to the plan so i can get myself rested before a brutal 3 twelve  hour shifts start on thursday night.  i am becoming an old drat. ugh! tissues, tea and bed for me tonight i guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114297455200234955?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114297455200234955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114297455200234955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114297455200234955'/><link 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technology too much anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i did...it was pretty neat...his page looks cool and he's getting the hang of it. he even gave me a cool picture picture to put in his background. i had fun doing that for him. it was funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt better today although all i did today was sleep. i am going for my overtime work tonight. i am excited to have more money so i can do something for my trip this may. oh...hell yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114293286413335235?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114293286413335235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114293286413335235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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clothes inside the house and i am still unbelievably cold. i guess i am sick or just feel like sick. or maybe just lazy. my knees hurt like someone is pulling my tendons and ligaments on the patellar area. my lower back needs a stretch since it feels like there is a big brick on top of it. my right hip is throbbing. my trapezius muscles are aching. my eyes are heavy, my head feels like it is full of water and not brains (wow, that made me feel more stupid than most people think, ha ha ha!). my biceps are hurting although it might be because i am still typing this blog instead of actually laying down in bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i cannot do that. ill actually feel more lazy. i want to watch dead poets society. what kind of title is that? i guess they are pretty smart if they are poets but one might think how dead people can have a society? maybe people who are alive thought of the concept and raised dead poets so they can use their name to feel like they are accomplished poets? did you know that poet, when pronounced in our language (filipino/tagalog) sounds like "puwet" which is equivalent to butt or ass? i am not making any sense but i think this is fun. its like freestyle thinking although i am basically just talking to myself and just typing it out instead of saying it out loud. but in a way, i am saying it out loud. not literally of course but kind of in a way people shout online since i am posting it online for anybody who doesnt have jack shit to do with their lives read the jackshit that i actually write on this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just noticed that i like talking with the word actually as if i was lyignt he first time i said something. how many times did i use actually isn these blog minus the ones that are coming soon on teh next few more paragraphs? let me count, 1,2,3,4..no actually 5, oops maybe 6. ow heck, i dont know how to count. i actually hate math. but i actually like science like it actually helps me in my everyday life. thats actually really sad. damn, i am laughing to myself right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mike made me some tea and it tastes good....mmm...liar...i just drank 1/4 of it...fine...ill drink it now...slurrpppp...mark just came in the room telling us that the washer is available and that te food is ready in 20 or 30 minutes. where's buddy anyway? oh...probably with jamie who i saw earlier wearing stewie pants. i am listening to some kind of music. i think its 80's music. i dont recongnize it. my hands are geting tired. mike is loading the laundry in the washer. ha ha hal i ... crash! buld broken, had to pick it up..now i am back. i am about to sneeze...aahhh....ahhh....darn it! i cant get it out!...anyway...gotta stop...need to go and stratch this legs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114280766778446706?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114265259998139408</id><published>2006-03-19T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T01:34:47.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>irish drinking with friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3776/410/0/03-17-06_2210-799981.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was a picture taken from my motorola razr at preservation pub in knoxville tn on st patrick day (or night). it was pretty neat! an interesting night i should say. i got to drink 3 irish car bombs with mike, mark jamie, justin (who i am adding to myspace) and another jamie. then my work friends arrive: beth, becky &amp; brian. i was kind of drunk already at that time. no, i really was drunk. shit faced i should say at the least. somehow i got a phone number from a certain bryan at the bar and met his friends, joy, christie and louie. anyway, the conversation was funny and as i remember it included something about 8 inches and 12 inches. i dont think i want to elaborate though. i got nat sherman mint cigarettes from the vending machine though jim, who i met before on this pub, usually goes to our end of the bar to bum some cigarettes. after a while we got sick of the crowded place so we went to te back of patrick sullivans. by this time, we lost justin and jamie. we had a little drink but while i was calling amy, i went out through the window and came back through it. a guy came up to me and told me to get out. and i mean get out!. i got my ass kicked out of a bar by coming through a window. to my defense, i was pissed off drunk, no signs onthe window and incredibly stupid to argue and walk out. everybody got their time. i chewed mikes head off coz i was mad at the bartender, felt so embarrassed and alone...again. but mike and mark had a point. the point was taken afterwards, when i was less sober and while everybody was taking pictures while shouting "windows!". i am not a very good storyteller, not even a good writer, my english grammar sucks but i dotn care, i cant sleep right now blogging after watching "crying ladies" starring sharon cuneta, hilda   koronel, and angel aquino. anyway, sinigang na baboy is right in front of me...i think i shall start eating now and watch something on abs-cbn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114265259998139408?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114265259998139408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114265259998139408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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today! amy kept on reminding me that we will be going out tonight for a drink around the old city. we are actually talking about her picking me up to get something to wear in lieu to st patricks day celebration. as if i am really goign to pass as an irish celebrant! ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will see...sprite lady (stephanie) is not coming until later tonight since she's working till 2300. i will have to buy some green apple vodka. geez. i'll be hammered again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i forgot again, i am hooked to this show in abs-cbn. no, it is not pinoy  big brother celebrity edition (althoguh i am getting a lot curious everyday, i might have to take their one day free viewing promo). its this new drama telenovela titled "sa piling mo" starring juday, my "boyfriend" piolo, albert martinez, bembol roco, charlie davao, liza lorena, mat ranillo III and rica peralejo. okay, it's chaka that i like this drma series especially with juday on it but darn, its not her i want ot see but my "super poging boyfriend" piolo pascual!. grabe ang cute niya ha! he's blind but had an eye surgery in this telenovela and juday has a son with him although she really is very stupid with her decisions regarding her safety. ok. whatever. im getting carried away with the story. i dotn really have anythign else to do anyway so ill raher immense my time watchign this than sulk on a corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn....got lots of thing to do the next few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- finish UCSF questionnaire&lt;br /&gt;- print out UCSF forms&lt;br /&gt;- send taxes to kobaly&lt;br /&gt;- update phoen numbers and email addresses&lt;br /&gt;- call atong to see how the funeral went&lt;br /&gt;- read my acls review materials&lt;br /&gt;- take a walk somewhere nice&lt;br /&gt;- maybe take beth out to lunch date on saturday (if she calls me)&lt;br /&gt;- watch "walk the line"&lt;br /&gt;- mail"fly me to the moon" dvd (horrible tito vic &amp; joey movie!)  &lt;br /&gt;- organize my clothes and stuff&lt;br /&gt;- box everything that was left from the casa &lt;br /&gt;- sort out groceries from the casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my love life, miek is talking about new york city as a back up plan...i dont know...maybe yes or maybe not...whatever happens...happens...i dont want to hope or expect anythign anymore...i lvoe him but i wont let him break my heart either....&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/18748033-114257758617204492?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114257758617204492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114257758617204492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114257758617204492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114257758617204492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/03/st-patricks-day.html' title='st. patrick&apos;s day'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114257661062448159</id><published>2006-03-16T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T01:23:30.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>official "move out" day</title><content type='html'>i just woke up from an unrestful sleep. darn. i was hoping i can sleep straight from 1030 till 1730 but i guess not. military time. i use it a lot at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, i called walker's crossings apartments to tell them that they can come in and inspect the casa if they want to without me cause i am not on any position to drive at 0830 in the morning after a whole night of work. they said that they cannot check me out until i give them my set of keys which is understandable so i asked them if i can drop that off early tomrrow mornign after work. they said that i will be paying for the extra day if i dotn give it to them today. suckers. mike was biting his lips when he heard this (which is an indication that he is upset  - or worse, mad). i told him that its ok, that ill take it to them later if i wake up early but if i dont, they'll just chrage me...jeez...every move i take in this place has a charge. i was supposed to leave last march 6 but they wont let me coz i failed to turn in a letter that was saying i will move out on that date! it sucks because thats what the contract says anyway. that it will be terminated on march 6 but the fine prints of the contract was sayiong that i have to turn in a paper that notifies them 20 days before the move out date. so i ended up leaving 10 days later, which costs me an extra $425.00! it was ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess mike was furious so he went out of his way to give the keys back to them, inspect the place, sign me out nad made sure that they wont charge me for anythign else (well, except to clean up the coffee stain on one part of the living room carpet.) i felt bad but i really cannot drive. if i did i probably would be on a car wreck by now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. now that i am awake, i called mike to check up on him at the cabin. he is trying to finish up his taxes today and soem work from odonnell. hopefull that cable guy will actually show up to fix the cable in gatlinburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signign off...need to go back to sleep...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div 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day'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114246326818220075</id><published>2006-03-15T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T17:54:31.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>improv comedy at patrick sullivan's</title><content type='html'>i slept all day till about 2 pm. i went straight to my apartment and cleaned up the whole thing throwing a lot of them on the garbage and packaging the others that might be useful. mike and mark came to help me bring some stuff down to the hoopty. after the deed was done, we wnet dtraight to miyabi to eat some sushi dinner. i ate a lot! miso soup, soft shell crab tempura, shrimp tempura, smoked salmon nigiri &amp; unagi chirashi. it was so delicious! we had 3 bottles of sake along with that (karatamba). mike and mark had some cucumber roll, rainbow roll, unagi chirashi, philly roll &amp; steak teriyaki roll. i was a little loopy when we got out of that sushi place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to meet up with my friend &lt;b&gt;amy&lt;/b&gt; last night but i guess she chickened out again. lol. but to her defense, she has two jobs and a fulltime student so i don't blame her at all fro not showing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to patrick sullivan's in the old city. i ordered &lt;i&gt;green apple vodka and sprite&lt;/i&gt; while the 2 boys got s pint of guinness each. we went to the third floor and stood at a corner since we got there a bit late. it was a free show with &lt;a href="http://www.einsteinsimplified.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;einstein simplified&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. they were great. i even went onstage to do this thing where i either ring the bell if what they are acting like the eal people on my family dinner or a buzzer if they are wrong! it was hilarious and i was loopy! we ended up staying a bit longer after the show was done and people were saying hello to me. it was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3776/410/1600/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3776/410/200/logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3776/410/1600/grptitle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3776/410/200/grptitle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, we got home and  drank some more, played slide on the wooden floorand then went to sleep. ahhh...bliss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114246326818220075?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114246326818220075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114246326818220075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114246326818220075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114246326818220075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/03/improv-comedy-at-patrick-sullivans.html' title='improv comedy at patrick sullivan&apos;s'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114233509545290298</id><published>2006-03-14T06:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T06:18:15.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my child's wit</title><content type='html'>i transferred money to my mothers account so she can give the famil yof my &lt;i&gt;tito boy&lt;/i&gt;. i cannot do anythign while i am here so i also sent some money to my son so he can go and see his &lt;i&gt;lolo&lt;/i&gt; at his funeral. i asked him if he was okay and if he is not scared of his dead granduncle. i wasn't expecting it and it was funny &amp; smart at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hindi po ako natatakot sa patay. sa buhay po ako natatakot kasi ang buhay papatayin ako&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which translates to "i am not afraid of dead people. i am more afraid of the living because they are the ones who can kill me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids nowadays are smarter and more practical...no more of the boogeymans but the truthful brutality of life. i couldnt fathom the idea of him being a teenager...he'll be there soon and his way of thinking is way ahead of his age. he understands everything. he even engages himdelf with political wars such as the fight between iraq and the usa. he was very concerned and even wrote me a letter telling me to be careful of terrorists after the bombing of twin towers in new york. my son is a street smart. i like it that way. he will know how to handle life with or without books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope my uncles funeral goes well...everybody is still in shock...i know i still am.&lt;br /&gt;my heart is heavy and my mind is unclear but at least my son will be there to hold my dearest uncle and lola and all of his relatives that will be present, for me and for my mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;goodbye tito boy...may you rest in peace...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114233509545290298?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114233509545290298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114233509545290298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114233509545290298'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;October 23 - November 21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be seductive when it comes to expressing your passion for others today, dear Scorpio. Remember that less is more. You don't have to ring a tremendous number of whistles and bells in order to get your point across. Let your actions be minimal, but meaningful. You can say a great deal with just a few words. There is more to your glance than meets the eye. The untrained prey has no chance against your hypnotic stare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;January 20 - February 17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to issues regarding love and romance, you may find that you are caught in a bit of a pickle, dear Aquarius. There is a call for greater commitment at this time. You may be unsure as to how to respond to this request. It could be that you are hesitant to give up the sense of freedom that you hold so dear. Recognize the importance of a close connection with one other person. Give yourself the opportunity to experience this kind of intense relationship on a more permanent basis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114228939861035187?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114228939861035187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114228939861035187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114228939861035187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114228939861035187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/03/horoscopes.html' title='horoscopes'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114226434184207190</id><published>2006-03-12T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T10:42:54.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>alaala ng aking tiyo boy,..</title><content type='html'>malabo ang aking paningin. pinalabo ng hindi matapos na pag-agos ng mga luha. ang mga alaala ng aking tiyo boy ay nagsasalimbayo sa aking isipan. ang kaniyang malumanay na tinig, ang kanyang mga kamay na pinagaspang ng malupit na ekomoniya, at ang kanyang pamilyang umaasa sa kanyang kalakasan ang aking natatandaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kani-kanina lamang ay nakatanggap ako ng tawag mula sa aking ina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"natanggap mo ba ang email ko? natanggap mo ba?"&lt;/i&gt; ang bungad ng aking ina sa telepono. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinanong ko kung ano ang nangyari dahil hindi ko pa naman talaga nababasa. katunayan ay nasa daan pa kami ni mike ng mga sandaling iyon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"patay na ang tiyo boy mo!"&lt;/i&gt;, ang balisang bigkas ng aking ina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagpatuloy siya ng pagsasabi tungkol sa nangyari. ang pagbabalik nila ni tom mula sa boston. ang napakaraming mensahe sa telepono galing sa pilipinas. ang putol putol na hikbi, pagluha at pagsasalaysay ng mga pangayayari, ang pagkamatay ng aking tiyo boy dahil sa atake sa puso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"inatake siguro siya sa puso dahil sa matinding pagod. napakabigat naman kasi ng mga trabaho nila pero hindi naman sapat ang kanyang kinikita para sa kanyang pamilya.  tinutulungan ko naman sila eh. pero hindi pa rin sapat yun. napagod siguro ng husto..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marami daw akogn hindi alam. na totoo naman. karamihan na kilala kong mga kamag-anak ay sa aking ama. bibihira ang mga kamag-anak na aking kilala sa panig ng aking ina. bihira kasi kaming magpunta noon kina lola. at tuwing pupunta ako doon ay nakikita ko kung gaano kahirap ang kanilang buhay pati na rin ang aking mga pinsan na lalo yatang dumadami sa tuwing bumibisita ako. bata pa ako noon, wala akong alam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagpatuloy ang aking ina sa pag hikbi. ang tiyo boy ko ang pinakamalapit na kapatid ni mommy bukod kay tito ricky. si tita beng na saswa ng nasawi kong tiyuhin ay hindi rin daw makausap g akign ina. ang totoo, wala daw siyang makausap na matino. kahit na sino sa kanila. hindi nila sukat akalain na mangyayri ito ng ganito kaaga. bata pa ang aking tiyuhin. palagay ko ay mas bata pa sa aking ina. siya alng daw ang kaniyan ginaasahan. ang kanyang kalakasan, ang kanyan kabutihan, ang kanyang mga kamay na pinagsapang ng ekonomiya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paano na ang akign ina? ni hindi ko man lamang siya mayakap. gusto ko siyan gyakapin. gusto kong lumuha kami pareho habang hawak namin ang kamay ng isa't isa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umaagos na ang mga luha sa aking mga mata. pinalalabo na nito ang aking mga paningain  habang ginugunita ko ang alaala nang aking tiyo boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114226434184207190?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114226434184207190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114226434184207190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114226434184207190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114226434184207190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/03/alaala-ng-aking-tiyo-boy.html' title='alaala ng aking tiyo boy,..'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114208038643581125</id><published>2006-03-11T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T11:53:09.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mga tanong na walang kasagutan</title><content type='html'>paano ang simula...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; dala siguro ito ng pms pero heto ako ngayon at nag-iisip. pauli-ulit na kumikintil sa utak ko ang mga bagay na pinipilit kong kalimutan. mga responsibilidad na tinatakasan at damdaming kinukuwestiyon. makasarili ako. alam ko yon. hindi ko alam kung paano sisimulan ang mga bagay na dapat ay noon ko pa ginawa. hindi ko alam kung paano tatapusin ang mga desisyong baluktot kung iisipin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang hirap naman ng ganito. nangungulila ako sa anak ko at sa ama kong nasa pilipinas. lagi na lamang silang nasa panaginip ko. kinukurot ang puso ko, ginigising ang natutulog kong pagkatao. ano na nga ba ang kahihinatnan ng mga desisyong akala ko ay makapagpapasaya sa akin. ang pinili kong daan para makalimot and daasn na akala ko ay makapagaahon sa akin sa malalim na pagkakalugmok sa putik ng pagkakamali. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko alam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano nga ba ang talagang gusto ko? ano ang binubulong ng aking pagkatao? prayoridad na hindi ko malaman kung saan uumpisahan. nais ko lang magkaroon ng sarili kogn pamilya. yung matatawag kong akin. hindi yung parati na lang akong nakikihati sa pamilya ng iba o di kaya naman ay nagpipilit na gumawa ng akin kahit hindi maaring mangyari. nanaginip ako lagi ng gising. pinakikiramdaman ang bawat kilos, ang bawat hininga ng aking pagkamuhi sa isang pangarap na hindi makamtam. akala ko ay abot kamay ngunit di naman pala masukat ang kawalang hanggan nito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naninikluhod ako sa sinumang nakikinig. sa sinumang nakakaalam. sa sinumang nakakaramdam. bigyan nawa ako ng katahimikan, siguradong daan sa kaligayahan at katiwasayan ng buhay. hindi lamang sa sarili ko kundi para na rin sa isang munting tinig na hindi ko marinig. nahihirapan akong huminga. animo'y kinukulang ang hangin na bumubuhay sa aking mga pangarap at pagkatao. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114208038643581125?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114208038643581125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114208038643581125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114208038643581125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114208038643581125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/03/mga-tanong-na-walang-kasagutan.html' title='mga tanong na walang kasagutan'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114199434392008072</id><published>2006-03-10T07:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T07:39:34.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>being hormonal</title><content type='html'>i think i am on that hormonal stage of the month. and this forwarded message from a friend inspired me of the rifts that i have to go through this time of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hormone Hostage knows that there are days in the month when all a man has to do is open his mouth and he takes his very life into his own hands! &lt;br /&gt;This is a handy guide that should be as common as a driver's license in the wallet of every husband, boyfriend, or significant other!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANGEROUS: What's for dinner? &lt;br /&gt;SAFER: Can I help you with dinner? &lt;br /&gt;SAFEST: Where would you like to go for dinner? &lt;br /&gt;ULTRASAFE: Here, have some chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANGEROUS: Are you wearing that? &lt;br /&gt;SAFER: Gee, you look good in brown. &lt;br /&gt;SAFEST: WOW! Look at you! &lt;br /&gt;ULTRASAFE: Here, have some chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANGEROUS: What are you so worked up about? &lt;br /&gt;SAFER: What did I do wrong. &lt;br /&gt;SAFEST: Here's fifty dollars. &lt;br /&gt;ULTRASAFE: Here, have some chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANGEROUS: Should you be eating that? &lt;br /&gt;SAFER: You know, there are a lot of apples left. &lt;br /&gt;SAFEST: Can I get you a glass of wine with that? &lt;br /&gt;ULTRASAFE: Here, have some chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANGEROUS: What did you do all day? &lt;br /&gt;SAFER: I hope you didn't overdo it today. &lt;br /&gt;SAFEST: I've always loved you in that robe! &lt;br /&gt;ULTRASAFE: Here, have some more chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Things PMS Stands For: &lt;br /&gt;1. Pass My Shotgun &lt;br /&gt;2. Psychotic Mood Shift &lt;br /&gt;3. Perpetual Munching Spree &lt;br /&gt;4. Puffy Midsection &lt;br /&gt;5. People Make me Sick &lt;br /&gt;6. Provide Me with Sweets &lt;br /&gt;7. Pardon My Sobbing &lt;br /&gt;8. Pimples May Surface &lt;br /&gt;9. Pass My Sweat pants &lt;br /&gt;10. Pissy Mood Syndrome &lt;br /&gt;11. Plainly; Men Suck &lt;br /&gt;12. Pack My Stuff........And my favorite one... &lt;br /&gt;13. Potential Murder Suspect &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this onto all of your hormonal friends and those who might need a good laugh! Or men who need a warning! &lt;br /&gt;And remember: Money talks...but chocolate sings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to giggle about... &lt;br /&gt;My husband, not happy with my mood swings, bought me a mood ring the other day so he would be able to monitor my moods. Whe! n I'm in a good mood, it turns green. When I'm in a bad mood, it leaves a big red mark on his forehead. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time, he'll buy me diamonds. Here have some chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&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/18748033-114199434392008072?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114199434392008072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114199434392008072&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114199434392008072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114199434392008072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/03/being-hormonal.html' title='being hormonal'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114192287752401980</id><published>2006-03-09T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T11:48:50.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>aishite imasu [mahal kita]</title><content type='html'>i just finished watching a historical drama made by filipino film makers, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0421572/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aishite imasu 1941 [mahal kita]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. it is by far one of the few films that i actually enjoyed and admired at the same time. i never can have them both while watchign a filipino made movie. most of the time ill be entertained by their idiotic antics on their comedies, their irritating dramatic wannabes, their poor quality filmmaking, and unimaginative scripts. i always thought that filipinos are very smart but they seldom use it in right terms. i am not, at any rate, a good movie critic but just a movie fanatic who knows what she wants in a movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good storyline that develops characters pretty well without overwhelming the plot is on eof the first rules of making a good movie. Another one is getting the actors who knows how to act and not just to make &lt;i&gt;pa-cute&lt;/i&gt; on screen. Good directing skills and cinematography skills should also be in place. the rest are just an icing to the cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this movie made me cry my heart out which i have never done for a filipino movie since &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0325233/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dekada 70&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the story was very well thought of. the story is not scattered, unlike a lot of philippine movies. th script was very well thought and lines were delivered perfectly by the actors. joel lamangan did a great job encouraging the best artists who played the characters. although the overall set is not as impressive as i thought it should be, the overall performance and story development oovered that up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dennis trillo, jay manalo &amp; angelu de leon (arggghh...i hate angelu because she's a bitch in person but she portrayed a very good villain) did a very good job...and i mean veryyyy good! i have never heard of dennis trillo but he deserved the mmff best supporting actor award with that performance. he was very convincing as gay and is very beautiful too -or handsome. jay manalo, as usual,  delivers an outstanding performance just by the way he acted out these scenec and more so in delivering his lines. (in my opinion, it was him and jay manalo who played the lead roles and not judy ann &amp; raymart santiago). judy ann will always be good in crying but i dont see it as a from of acting. raymart santiago doesnt really have too much input on that movie. he couldve been not there at all. the others, in supporting roles such as tony mabesa, jacklyn jose, anita linda &amp; the older gay person are critically acclaimed already as they are very good in their craft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this movie. along with dekada 70, bata bata paano ka ginawa &amp; madrasta, aishite imasu gets the 5 stars from me. highly recommended! a tear jerker at the end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114192287752401980?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114192287752401980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114192287752401980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114192287752401980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114192287752401980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/03/aishite-imasu-mahal-kita.html' title='aishite imasu [mahal kita]'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114191176814377478</id><published>2006-03-09T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T08:45:45.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm le tired...</title><content type='html'>whew..i thought i will never get to go home tonight...work was pretty bad and i couldnt even fathom the idea of having another night like that...but it was still better than being on medical floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just refreshing to know that mike was being thoughtful this morning. i came home and i found the dinner table was set for my breakfast. i have hard boiled eggs, cream of wheat, bacon, bread, jelly and some coffee. it was so neat! you reap what you sow..giggidy, giggidy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img height="100" width="150" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3776/410/0/03-09-06_0835-742064.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the letter he wrote with the breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all those nice dinners when we got home, i figured you should get breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;the eggs are hard boiled. you need to boil water fro cream of wheat and of course nuke some bacon.&lt;br /&gt;bon appetite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. its the good coffee and dont forget about bee...orange juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, granted there are no i love you's and it probably doesnt sound sweet but as well as i know mike, this is one of his best letters...its probably lacks some TLC in words but i prefer action anyway since action speaks louder than words...&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/18748033-114191176814377478?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114191176814377478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114191176814377478&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114191176814377478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114191176814377478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-le-tired.html' title='i&apos;m &lt;i&gt;le&lt;/i&gt; tired...'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114183468185167367</id><published>2006-03-08T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T11:20:41.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lens, chicken, and harry</title><content type='html'>i thought i will never find my contact lenses. i think this is my last pair. scary but true. i think ill be going to optometrist this saturday or on monday. to get my eyes checked. i've been wearing my geeky looking glasses all week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3776/410/1600/416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3776/410/200/416.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i was le tired last night but i cooked some dinner. yep, again...this time it is chicken curry with pineapple. it was very tasty. it was originally taken from the kitchen of &lt;a href="http://www2.kitchenomics.com/"&gt;DelMonte Kitchenomics&lt;/a&gt;. i modified it a lot and i dont think it resembles their dish anymore.&lt;br /&gt;so here is the full recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chicken curry with pineapple chunks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prep time: 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;cooking time: 20-30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;serves: 4-6 people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ingredients:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-3 pounds of boneless skinless chicken breasts, cubed&lt;br /&gt;1 can (234 g) DEL MONTE Fresh Cut Pineapple Chunks, drained (reserve syrup)&lt;br /&gt;4 cloves garlic, crushed&lt;br /&gt;1 medium (50 g) onion, sliced&lt;br /&gt;1 pc laurel leaf (bay leaf)&lt;br /&gt;3 medium potatoes, cut into cubes&lt;br /&gt;1 medium (50 g) red bell pepper, cut into strips&lt;br /&gt;1 cup kakang gata (pure coconut milk)&lt;br /&gt;1 branch leek, cut into strips&lt;br /&gt;1 chucken boullion cube dissolved in 1/2 cup of water&lt;br /&gt;1 jalapeno pepper, cut into pieces&lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;directions&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. MARINATE chicken in a mixture of reserved pineapple syrup, garlic, onion, laurel leaf and 1/2 tsp. iodized fine salt (or 1/2 Tbsp. iodized rock salt) for 5 minutes. Place in a casserole. Cover and simmer for 10-15  minutes or until chicken is cooked.&lt;br /&gt;2. ADD the remaining ingredients. Simmer for 5-10 minutes. Add jalapeno peppers. Serve hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;notes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- do not put jalapeno peppers if you do not want it spicy&lt;br /&gt;- put sili leaves if you have them&lt;br /&gt;- serve with rice&lt;br /&gt;- we ate chocolate brownies with bourboun &amp; chocolate icing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were also chugging down white wines. i love riesling so thats the one that i drank. we a;so watched harry potter and the goblet of fire. the dvd is nto working so it was the playstation that we used to play it. darn. i love harry potter. i need to read that book again!&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/18748033-114183468185167367?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114183468185167367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114183468185167367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114183468185167367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114183468185167367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/03/lens-chicken-and-harry.html' title='lens, chicken, and harry'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114175710254645075</id><published>2006-03-07T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T13:45:03.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken quesadilla, anyone?</title><content type='html'>i loe campbells recipe...i made a delicious chicken quesadilla for lunch today made with campbell's southwester style pepper jack soup. hmm...yummy...it was very cheesy...of course i did some variations of my own but it was friggin tasty!..mike &amp; mark went back to work after lunch with full bellies! (burp!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheesy Chicken Quesadillas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Campbell's Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;Prep/Cook Time: 20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lb. skinless, boneless chicken breasts, cut into cubes&lt;br /&gt;1 can (10 3/4 oz.) Campbell's® Condensed Southwest Style Pepper Jack Soup&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup water&lt;br /&gt;8 flour tortillas (8"), warmed&lt;br /&gt;Pace® Chunky Salsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Directions:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. PREHEAT oven to 425ºF.&lt;br /&gt;2. COOK chicken in nonstick skillet until done and juices evaporate, stirring often. Add soup and water and heat through.&lt;br /&gt;3. SPOON about 1/3 cup chicken mixture on half of each tortilla to within 1/2" of edge. Moisten edge with water. Fold over and seal. Place on 2 baking sheets.&lt;br /&gt;4. BAKE 5 min. or until hot. Cut into wedges and serve with salsa. Makes 8 quesadillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;TIP:&lt;/i&gt; Serve with Pace® Salsa and Mexican-style rice with beans. For dessert serve chocolate frozen yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOTES:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- i added red bellpeppers (finely chopped), scallions (finely chopped), some ground black peppers, mexican shredded cheese and 1 1/2 tbsp of salsa on the mixture afer the chicken were cooked&lt;br /&gt;- in sealing the tortillas, i used raw beaten egg.&lt;br /&gt;- of course i served it with our salad leftovers from last night (with catalina dressing).&lt;br /&gt;- for my drinks: my favorite sweet iced tea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114175710254645075?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114175710254645075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114175710254645075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114175710254645075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114175710254645075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/03/chicken-quesadilla-anyone.html' title='chicken quesadilla, anyone?'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114173948256615882</id><published>2006-03-07T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T08:52:56.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quarter life crisis</title><content type='html'>an email was sent to me by my friend &lt;a href="http://n3ckbr3aka.com"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Joyce&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I've known her for a while and i am glad we are keeping touch again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do believe i am at this point in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you&lt;br /&gt;stop going along with the crowd and start realizing&lt;br /&gt;that there are a lot of things about yourself that you&lt;br /&gt;didn't know and may not like. You start feeling&lt;br /&gt;insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or&lt;br /&gt;two, but then get scared because you barely know&lt;br /&gt;where you are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start realizing that people are selfish and that,&lt;br /&gt;maybe, those friends that you thought you were so&lt;br /&gt;close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have&lt;br /&gt;ever met and the people you have lost touch with&lt;br /&gt;are some of the most important ones. What you do not&lt;br /&gt;realize is that they are realizing that too and are&lt;br /&gt;not really cold or catty or mean or insincere, but&lt;br /&gt;that they are as confused as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look at your job. It is not even close to what&lt;br /&gt;you thought you would be doing or maybe you are&lt;br /&gt;looking for one and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and are scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You miss the comforts of college, of groups, of&lt;br /&gt;socializing with the same people on a constant&lt;br /&gt;basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you realize that maybe they weren't so&lt;br /&gt;great after all. You are beginning to understand yourself&lt;br /&gt;and what you want and do not want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what&lt;br /&gt;others are doing and find yourself judging a bit more&lt;br /&gt;than usual because suddenly you realize that you&lt;br /&gt;have certain boundaries in your life and add things to&lt;br /&gt;your list of what is acceptable and what is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are insecure and then secure. You laugh and&lt;br /&gt;cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone&lt;br /&gt;and scared and confused. Suddenly change is the&lt;br /&gt;enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life&lt;br /&gt;but soon realize that the past is drifting further and&lt;br /&gt;further away and there is nothing to do but stay&lt;br /&gt;where you are or move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get your heart broken and wonder how&lt;br /&gt;someone you loved could do such damage to you or you lay in&lt;br /&gt;bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent&lt;br /&gt;enough to get to know better. You love someone but maybe&lt;br /&gt;love someone else too and cannot figure out why you&lt;br /&gt;are doing this because you are not a bad person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go through the same emotions and questions&lt;br /&gt;over and over and talk with your friends about the same&lt;br /&gt;topics because you cannot seem to make a&lt;br /&gt;decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You worry about loans and money and the future&lt;br /&gt;and making a life for yourself and while winning the race&lt;br /&gt;would be great, right now you'd just like to be a&lt;br /&gt;contender!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you may not realize is that everyone reading&lt;br /&gt;this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our&lt;br /&gt;worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure&lt;br /&gt;this whole thing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Life --- enjoy the ride''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━&lt;br /&gt;•·.ＪoＹcＥ.·•&lt;br /&gt;Never take someone for granted.&lt;br /&gt;Hold every person close to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Because you might wake up one day&lt;br /&gt;And realize that you've lost a diamond&lt;br /&gt;While you were too busy collecting stones...=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&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/18748033-114173948256615882?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114173948256615882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114173948256615882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114173948256615882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114173948256615882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/03/quarter-life-crisis.html' title='quarter life crisis'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114175542505299423</id><published>2006-03-06T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T13:29:46.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>polynesian dinner and a movie</title><content type='html'>i went to my apartment today to gather some stuff to bring at mike's house. i cleaned up my closet, the bedroom, the bathroom and part of the kitchen. everything is either in the living room or the kitchen. the next time i come, i will load all these stuff at the van, give jamie the groceries, clean up the place, and say bye-bye to my home for the past 6 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i have always been with mike in his house, it just feels comfortable to have an apartment for myself. but now that i want to save up soem money to go back to the philippines...i need to save up. this will help me at most until may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for dinner, i decided to cook. i saw my old campbell's recipe book and found this recipe. it was pretty easy and i love the vegetables. i just made a few modifications. jamie doesn't eat pork so i took one big boneless, skinless chicken breast and fried it with the porkchops. aside from the garlic, i also seasoned the chops and the chicken with ground black peppers and aroma seasoning (old bay will be ok to use too). i love vegetables, so i decided to just sprinkle it with some green beans. the dinner was terrific! i just made a tossed salad made up of spinach, raddichio, snow peas, grape tomatoes, cucumber, carrots and yellow onions with catalina salad dressing for appetizer. and for dessert? peach cobbler pie that mark brought home yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Campbell's® Polynesian Pork Chops&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prep. time: 5 minutes      &lt;br /&gt;Cooking time: 15 min.&lt;br /&gt;Serves: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ingredients&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 boneless pork chops, 3/4" thick  each &lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. garlic powder &lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp. Crisco® Vegetable Oil &lt;br /&gt;1 medium onion, chopped &lt;br /&gt;1 can Campbell's® Golden Mushroom Soup &lt;br /&gt;1 can (8 oz.) pineapple chunks &lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup water &lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp. soy sauce &lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp. honey &lt;br /&gt;2 cups cooked instant white rice &lt;br /&gt;Sliced green onions &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Directions&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. SEASON chops with garlic powder.&lt;br /&gt;2. HEAT oil in skillet. Add chops and cook until browned. Add onion, soup, pineapple with juice, water, soy and honey. Heat to a boil. Cook over low heat 10 min. or until done.&lt;br /&gt;3. SERVE with rice and garnish with green onions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tips&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve with rice, steamed snow peas and carrots. For dessert serve mixed fruit salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: Campbell's Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the night finale...me &amp; mike went to bed and watched &lt;i&gt;identity&lt;/i&gt;. i love this kind of psychological thriller. it will make you think and use your brains to figure out what was happening, john cusack, ray liotta and alfred molina leads the cast. it was mind boggling. i wonder if it can be true...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114175542505299423?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114175542505299423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114175542505299423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114175542505299423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114175542505299423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/03/polynesian-dinner-and-movie.html' title='polynesian dinner and a movie'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114153950487329016</id><published>2006-03-05T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:18:24.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>open letter of a victim - biktima</title><content type='html'>we had fire going onthe firepit earlier. we were drinking wine and having fun but my back is hurting so i checked m email and found an open letter from a blogger that i have been following for a while at htp://biktima.blogspot.com... it shold right spot on filipinos mind but sad to say, a lot has happened in our country but we never really learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass it forward.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dear Tita Cory, Senators, Congressmen, Businessmen, Media people, Leftists, and all Bleeding Hearts Out There:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am angry. And I know that there are many out there who are angrier than I am for the same reason. And that reason is simple. I am sick and tired of all you guys claiming to speak for me and many Filipinos. I feel like screaming every time you mouth words about fighting for my freedom and my rights, when you obviously are just thinking about yours. You tell me that the essence of democracy is providing every citizen the right to speak his or her mind and make his or her own informed judgments, but you yourselves do not respect my silence and the choices I and many others have made. In other words, your concept of democracy is limited to having your rights and your freedoms respected, at the expense of ours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am utterly flabbergasted that you still do not get it: we already responded to your calls, and our response has been very clear - we chose not to heed your calls to go to EDSA or to Fort Bonifacio not because we do not love our country or our freedoms or our rights, but precisely because we love our country even more. Because quite frankly, we are prepared to lose our freedoms and our rights just to move this country forward. You may think that is not correct, you can tell me all the dire warnings about the evils of authoritarian rule, but quite frankly all we see is your pathetic efforts to prop up your cause. You tell me that you are simply protecting my freedoms and my rights, but who told you to do that? I assure you that when I feel that my rights and my freedoms are at a peril, I will stand up and fight for them myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell us that GMA is not the right person to lead this country because she has done immoral acts. As someone who sees immorality being committed wantonly in many ways every day and by everyone (yes, including the ones you do), I may have become jaded. But you have not been able to offer me any viable alternative, while GMA has bent over backwards many times to accommodate you while continuing to work hard despite all the obstacles and the brickbats you have thrown her way. From where I sit, she is the one who has been working really hard to move this country forward while all of you have been so busy with one and only one thing: to make sure she does not succeed. So forgive me if I do not want to join you in your moral pissing contest. Forgive me if I have chosen to see things from another perspective. You say she is the problem. I say, we are the problem, more to the point, I think you are a bigger problem than she is. Taking her out may solve part of the problem, but that leaves us with a bigger problem: you. That is right, YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I felt outraged that she called a Comelec official during the elections and that she may have rigged the elections, I have since then taken the higher moral ground and forgiven her. Yes my dear bishops, I have done what you have told me to do since I was a child, which you say is the Christian and moral thing to do: forgive. Especially since she has asked for forgiveness and has tried to make amends for it. Erap certainly has not apologized and continues to be defiant, continuing to insult us everyday with his protestations. Cory has not apologized for her incompetence but we have forgiven her just the same because like GMA, she has worked hard after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you do not think that GMA's apology was not enough, or that she was insincere, or that that apology should not be the end of it, but please spare me the hypocrisy of telling me that you do so for the sake of protecting the moral fibre of society. The real reason is because you smell blood and wants to go for the kill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have news for you. I do not like her too. I did not even vote for her. I voted for Raul Roco. But as much as I do not like her, I do not like you even more. I may not trust her, but guess what, I do not trust you even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why? Because all you do is whine and sabotage this country. You belittle every little progress we make, conveniently forgetting that it is not just GMA who has been working so hard to achieve them. Every single day, we keep the faith burning in our hearts that this country will finally pull itself out of the mess and we work so hard to do that. Every little progress is the result of our collective effort, we who toil hard everyday in our jobs. Yet, you persist in one and only thing: making GMA look bad in the eyes of the world and making sure that this country continues to suffer to prove your sorry point. In the process, you continue to destroy what we painstakinly try to built. So please do not be surprised that I do not share your cause. Do not be surprised that we have become contemptuous of your antics. You have moved heaven and earth to destroy her credibility, you have convened all kinds of fora and hearings and all you have done is test our patience to the core. For all your effort, you have only succeeded in dragging us further down. I say enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I am not asking that we take immorality lying down, or that we let the President get away with anything illegal. But you have tried to prove your accusations all these time and you have not succeeded, so it is time to let things be. Besides, you are doing something immoral as well if not utterly unforgivable. The Magdalo soldiers are consorting with the communists - the same people who have been trying to kill democracy for years. Cory has been consorting with Erap and the Marcoses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please wake up and take a reality check. In the absence of true and genuine moral leadership, many of us have decided to cast our lot with the President, even if we do not like her. A flawed leader is better than scheming power hungry fools who can not even stand up for their convictions in the face of an impending arrest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your coup attempts and the denials that you have consequently made only underscore what we think is true: you are spineless and unreliable people whose only defense is to cry suppression when your ruse do not work. You are like bullies who taunt and provoke, but cry oppression when taken to task for your cruelty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have respected you if you took the consequences of your actions like real heroes: calmly and responsibly instead of kicking and screaming and making lame excuses. You say you are willing to die for us, that you do all these things for the country and the Filipino, but you are not even willing to go to jail for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, you really think we believe that you did not want to bring down the government when that is the one and only thing you have been trying to do in the last many months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love this country and we want peace and progress. Many among us do not give a f*&amp;k who sits at Malacanang because we will work hard and do our share to make things work. If you only do your jobs, the ones that we elected you to do, things would be a lot simpler and easier for every one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The events during the weekend only proved one thing. You are more dangerous and a serious threat to this country than GMA is. We have seen what you are capable of doing - you are ready to burn this country and reduce everything to ashes just to prove your point. If there is something that we need protection from, it is protection from you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sign below,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Miko Dela Cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/18748033-114153950487329016?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114153950487329016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114153950487329016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114153950487329016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114153950487329016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/03/open-letter-of-victim-biktima.html' title='open letter of a victim - &lt;i&gt;biktima&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114166089172443379</id><published>2006-03-04T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T11:01:31.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>crying lady</title><content type='html'>ok, i thought the night will be great...etc...but i ended up upset, miserable and donet know what i am talking about. i guess this is what happenes when i let my self loose into the world that i should not meddle with. it was not easy, it was just a slip of me. is it really easy to be numb, emotionless, and just plain i-dont -really-care-attitude? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you define it? is it really scary? or it is just a misuse of words just to make peace and maybe lighten up the situation? or was it heartfelt, the truth? is the desire to betogether far greater than being apart? whatever it is, the only thing that i understand is standing up on my own feet is better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114166089172443379?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114166089172443379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114166089172443379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114166089172443379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114166089172443379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/03/crying-lady.html' title='crying lady'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114141926140113588</id><published>2006-03-03T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T15:54:21.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nonsense rants</title><content type='html'>i dont know yet. its almost 4 pm and i am still in bed. well, i've got good excuse. i was out working last night till 7 this morning. i didnt even call employee health. i am just plain lazy. tom emailed me last night. i just remembered. he is my stepdad. he doesnt like the mouse and generally, the whole computer system but he's benefitting from multiple bulletin post about allmans brothers band and green bay packers. he is trying to get used to it and i am proud of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wrist and my butt hurts! no puddle for me anymore. anyway...the question of the day is to go out or not to go out...i dont know really. i am tired. i dont like to drive at night and my contacts are failing me. plus, i feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scratching my head, all i did was sleep and update my other site &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://gracern.blogspot.com"&gt;nurses notes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. myspace is empty and so is friendster. no excitement. i am hungry too. i like blog especially if you don't have anybody to talk to. maybe its better off with people with depression. or even schizophrenics since they can email the voices in their head. or even blog their experiences as it passes them by second by second. uh, oh...thats scary. like that movie that i recently saw..."the ugly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what movie i want to watch today. i want to go out tonight and watch a movie or something. or something! just something...i wonder what my friends in connecticut are doing?...i still have to finish that thing so i can submit myself to ucsf as a trainee in their emergency room in july. too many questions to answer but i guess i am  procastinating (like i usually do) because it involves lots of thinking. my brain is gonna get fried sooner or later and i am doing useless things like this than doing that. as a regular procastinator.."theres always tomorrow"...or is tomorrow gonna be there?...the twilight zoneeeeeee...(i can remember the soundtrack in my head...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well..time to take a shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114141926140113588?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114141926140113588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114141926140113588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114141926140113588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114141926140113588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/03/nonsense-rants.html' title='nonsense rants'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18748033.post-114131128851255239</id><published>2006-03-02T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T09:54:54.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>useless questions to ponder</title><content type='html'>while i was at the ER last night, i found a newspaper with these useless questions to ponder. it became useless to me when i lost the newspaper tself so i decided to try and find some online. thanks to  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crazythoughts.com/"&gt;CrazyThoughts.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, here are some of their useless question to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you get in trouble for blocking an exit when you're standing in the doorway? In case of an emergency, wouldn't you run out, too, therefore NOT blocking the exit?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when some products you have to turn it upside down to read the directions, and the directions say do not turn upside down?&lt;br /&gt;Why is a square meal served on round plates?&lt;br /&gt;Why is the 0 on a phone after 1 and not before 1?&lt;br /&gt;Which way does a compass point in space?&lt;br /&gt;Why are people allowed to put naked statues outside but why can't we run outside naked?&lt;br /&gt;Why do all superheroes wear spandex?&lt;br /&gt;If mars had earthquakes would they be called marsquakes?&lt;br /&gt;Why did Mary own a little lamb?  &lt;br /&gt;If a missing person sees their picture on a milk carton that offers a reward, would they get the money?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t a baby cry while it’s inside its mother?&lt;br /&gt;If the president were gay, would his husband be the first man?&lt;br /&gt;If you were a genie and a person asked you this wish, "I wish you would not grant me this wish" what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Why are Pringles curved?&lt;br /&gt;What happens if your snot freezes in your nose?&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't safety pins as safe as they say they are?&lt;br /&gt;If overalls are held up by the snaps at the top, then why do they have belt loops?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that its good to score under par in golf but its bad to be “under par” in any thing else?&lt;br /&gt;Is Jerry Garcia grateful to be dead?&lt;br /&gt;Why do people say, "You can't have your cake and eat it too"? Why would someone get cake if they can't eat it?&lt;br /&gt;Can bald men get lice??&lt;br /&gt;How come popcorn isn't a vegetable?&lt;br /&gt;Do movie producers still say lights, camera, and action when it is a dark scene?&lt;br /&gt;Did Noah have woodpeckers on the ark? If he did, where did he keep them?&lt;br /&gt;Why is Charlie short for Charles if they are both the same number of letters?&lt;br /&gt;Why is snow white and ice clear? Aren't they just different forms of water?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they put the names of football teams on baseball caps?&lt;br /&gt;If I had my legs amputated, would I have to change my height and weight on my driver's license?&lt;br /&gt;How come you pay an extra 25 cents to get something put on your hamburger but they don't take off the price if you get something taken off?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we wash behind our ears? Who really looks there?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that if something says, "do not eat" on the packaging it becomes extra tempting to eat?&lt;br /&gt;If you were under house arrest and you lived in a mobile home, wouldn’t you be able to go anywhere you want?&lt;br /&gt;If our body temperature is normally 98.6 degrees, how come when it's 98 degrees outside, no one is comfortable?&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if you were to feed a pig some bacon?&lt;br /&gt;If scientists were ever going to figure out how to travel through time, wouldn’t we now be seeing people from the future?&lt;br /&gt;Do pyromaniacs wear blazers?&lt;br /&gt;If you don't pay your exorcist, do you get repossessed?&lt;br /&gt;How come only car keys are the only keys with teeth on both sides?&lt;br /&gt;Since bread is square, then why is sandwich meat round?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it the TWELVE days of Christmas when there is only one day of Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;When something's funny why is it called a "knee-slapper" when you actually slap your thigh?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when babies are born they only weigh like 7 lbs yet the mom weighs 30 lbs more?&lt;br /&gt;Since a running back runs forward, why is he called a running back?&lt;br /&gt;If you die and you have a broken leg do they take the cast off?&lt;br /&gt;Is sign language the same in languages other than English?&lt;br /&gt;Why is "number" abbreviated as "no"? When there is no "o" in number?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they call the small candy bars the "fun sizes"? Wouldn't be more fun to eat a big one?&lt;br /&gt;Do the security guards at airports have to go through airport security when they get to work?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we teach kids that violence is not the answer and then have them read about wars in school that solved America's problems?&lt;br /&gt;Who gets to keep the pennies in a wishing well?&lt;br /&gt;If you went back in time and killed your mother would you disappear the moment you killed her?&lt;br /&gt;If money doesn't grow on trees then why do banks have branches?&lt;br /&gt;Why is Donkey Kong called "DONKEY" Kong if he's a monkey?&lt;br /&gt;If a bunch of cats jump on top of each other, is it still called a dog pile?&lt;br /&gt;How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?&lt;br /&gt;Do the air bubbles that are created when you fart in water, smell when they pop?&lt;br /&gt;When a boy is named after his dad, he is called 'Junior,' but what do you call a girl that is named after her mother?&lt;br /&gt;Just what was the "Baby On Board" sign for? Did it help us decide which car not to hit in case of an accident?&lt;br /&gt;Does Hawaiian Punch come from Hawaii?&lt;br /&gt;If your name is Mr. Crunch, and you joined the Navy, would you eventually be Captain Crunch? Can you cry under water?&lt;br /&gt;If all of the Acme stuff doesn't work, why does Wile Coyote keep buying their products?&lt;br /&gt;364 days of the year, parents tell their kids not to take candy from&lt;br /&gt;strangers, yet on Halloween, its encouraged! Why is that ?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when we laugh in school the teachers say do you find something funny? When obviously we do?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to "put your two cents in" but it's only a "penny for your thoughts"? Where's that extra penny going too ?&lt;br /&gt;Why do people call it an ATM machine, but they know it's really saying Automated Teller Machine Machine?&lt;br /&gt;Why do people say PIN number when that truly means Personal Identification Number Number?&lt;br /&gt;Why is Christmas colors red and green when Santa's suit is red and white?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you DELETE something on the computer, but ERASE something on paper?&lt;br /&gt;Since there is a rule that states "i" before "e" except after "c", wouldn't "science" be spelled wrong?&lt;br /&gt;If the S.W.A.T team comes to your house and breaks down your door, do they replace it later?&lt;br /&gt;If the handicapped bathrooms are for people who cant walk why do they put them at the end of the bathrooms ?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that on the back of a medicine bottle it says "adult" is 12 and above, but the adult age in reality is 18?&lt;br /&gt;Why do most people put more effort into their wedding than their actual marriage?&lt;br /&gt;Why do dogs walk around in circles before lying down?&lt;br /&gt;Can a metal plate in your head get rusted?&lt;br /&gt;Do stuttering people stutter when they're thinking to themselves?&lt;br /&gt;If the day before a holiday is called Christmas Eve, is the day after Christmas Adam?&lt;br /&gt;Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity?&lt;br /&gt;How come you can kill a deer and put it on your wall but it's illegal to keep them as a pet?&lt;br /&gt;What do vegetarians feed their dogs?&lt;br /&gt;Can someone give up lent for lent?&lt;br /&gt;Why would Dodge make a car called Ram?&lt;br /&gt;Why does a round pizza come in a square box?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when we duck they call us chicken?&lt;br /&gt;Why is there a size 12-14, 14-16, 16-18, and so forth, but no 13, 15, and 17?&lt;br /&gt;What did cured ham actually have?&lt;br /&gt;If CD’s were spun in the opposite direction, would it say everything backwards?&lt;br /&gt;If lava melts rock, wouldn’t the lava melt the volcano?&lt;br /&gt;If a man has no fingers, can he press charges?&lt;br /&gt;Can a blind man see his future?&lt;br /&gt;Are children who use sign language allowed to talk with their mouth full?&lt;br /&gt;Why does a round pizza come in a square box?&lt;br /&gt;Why do people say, "you've been working like a dog" when dogs just sit around all day?&lt;br /&gt;Can you write in pencil on an eraser?&lt;br /&gt;How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when we are humming and then we plug our nose, our humming stops? Do people really hum through their nose, or their mouths?&lt;br /&gt;Can you blow a balloon up under water?&lt;br /&gt;Can crop circles be square?&lt;br /&gt;How do they get the air inside the bubble wrap?&lt;br /&gt;Why are there black lines on a basketball?&lt;br /&gt;Does it really count in court when an atheist is sworn in under oath using a Bible?&lt;br /&gt;Why are there pictures of the sun wearing sunglasses when the purpose of sunglasses is to protect your eyes from the sun?&lt;br /&gt;If you were born exactly on 12:00 midnight on December 31st – January 1st, which year would you say you were born in?&lt;br /&gt;If marriage means you fell in love, does divorce mean you climbed out?&lt;br /&gt;Why are the numbers on a calculator and a phone reversed?&lt;br /&gt;When a car is for sale and it has a balloon on it, does the balloon come with it?&lt;br /&gt;If you are parking somewhere and the signs in front of the parked cars say "30 minutes" then when your 30 minutes are up can you park in the spot right next to you??&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't the word 'gullible' in the dictionary?&lt;br /&gt;When you see the weather report and it says "partly cloudy" and then the next day it says "partly sunny"; what’s the difference?&lt;br /&gt;Can a person choke and die on a life savor?&lt;br /&gt;Why are women and men's shoe sizes different?&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you say “hi” to your friend on an airplane who's name is Jack?&lt;br /&gt;If you took a compass to outer space would it still point "magnetic north"? Is there still a north, south, east, and west in space?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it illegal to put money in other people's parking meters?&lt;br /&gt;Do people with big eyes see at a wider range than people with smaller eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever notice those red balls on the wires while your driving? Well what are they for?&lt;br /&gt;Why do people who don’t want to go to hell bury themselves 6 ft. closer?&lt;br /&gt;Why is the St. Louis baseball team the cardinals, but the Missouri state bird is the blue bird?&lt;br /&gt;Why are public toilet seats never complete ovals? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18748033-114131128851255239?l=lichni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/feeds/114131128851255239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18748033&amp;postID=114131128851255239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114131128851255239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18748033/posts/default/114131128851255239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lichni.blogspot.com/2006/03/useless-questions-to-ponder.html' title='useless questions to ponder'/><author><name>nixinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04339888942537627606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/nixinne/150_5027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
