<?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-6532424016638425218</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:51:04.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BROKEN TO THE CORE</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my blog. Feel free to read and remember to give comments after reading. Thanks for visiting! :D</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destructionanddespair.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532424016638425218/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionanddespair.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jomar... cno pala ako?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17602604240090330460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532424016638425218.post-6279896794181302980</id><published>2008-10-24T17:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T17:31:59.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Missing Rib</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;A girl in love asked her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Tell me. Who do you love most in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: You, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: In your heart, what am I to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: The boy thought for a moment and looked intently in her eyes and said, "You are my rib. It was said that God saw that Adam was lonely, during his sleep, God took one of Adam's rib and created Eve. Every man has been searching for his missing rib, only when you find the woman of your life, you'll no longer feel the lingering ache in your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After their wedding, the couple had a sweet and happy life for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the youthful couple began to drift apart due to the busy schedule of life and the never-ending worries of daily problems, their life became mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the challenges posed by the harsh realities of life began to gnaw away their dreams and love for each other. The couple began to have more quarrels and each quarrel became more heated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, after the quarrel, the girl ran out of the house. At the opposite side of the road, she shouted, "You don't love me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy hated her childishness and out of impulse, retorted, "Maybe, it was a mistake for us to be together! You were never my missing rib!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, she turned quiet and stood there for a long while. He regretted what he said but words spoken are like thrown away water, you can never take it back. With tears, she went home to pack her things and was determined in breaking-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she left the house, "If I'm really not your missing rib, please let me go." She continued, "It is less painful this way. Let us go on our separate ways and search for our own partners."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years went by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never remarried but he had tried to find out about her life indirectly. She had left the country and back. She had married a foreigner and divorced. He felt anguished that she never waited for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark and lonely night, he lit his cigarette and felt the lingering ache in his heart. He couldn't bring himself to admit that he was missing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, they finally met. At the airport, a place where there were many reunions and good byes. He was going away on a business trip. She was standing there alone, with just the security door separating them. She smiled at him gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I'm fine. How about you? Have you found your missing rib?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I'll be flying to New York in the next flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I'll be back in 2 weeks time. Give me a call when you are back. You know my number. Nothing has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a smile, she turned around and waved good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week later, he heard of her death. She had perished in New York, in the event that shocked the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight, once again, he lit his cigarette. And like before, he felt the lingering ache in his heart. He finally knew. She was the missing rib that he had carelessly broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sometimes, people say things out of moments of fury. Most often than not, the outcome could be disastrous and detrimental. We vent our frustrations 99% at our loved ones. And even though we know that we ought to "think twice and act wisely", it's often easier said than done. Things happen each day, many of which are beyond our control. Let us treasure every moment and everyone in our lives. Tomorrow may never come. Give and accept what you have today. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532424016638425218-6279896794181302980?l=destructionanddespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destructionanddespair.blogspot.com/feeds/6279896794181302980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532424016638425218&amp;postID=6279896794181302980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532424016638425218/posts/default/6279896794181302980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532424016638425218/posts/default/6279896794181302980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionanddespair.blogspot.com/2008/10/missing-rib.html' title='The Missing Rib'/><author><name>Jomar... cno pala ako?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17602604240090330460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532424016638425218.post-350992410446881108</id><published>2008-10-24T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T17:34:21.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speeding</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;(A girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle)&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Slow&lt;br /&gt;down. Im scared.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: No this is fun.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No its not. Please, its to scary!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Then tell me you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.&lt;br /&gt;(Girl hugs him)&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Can u take my helmet off and put it on? Its bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on the motorcycle, but only one survived.&lt;br /&gt;The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him, felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so she would live even though it meant he would die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's love! Cheers for you man! Wherever you are... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532424016638425218-350992410446881108?l=destructionanddespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destructionanddespair.blogspot.com/feeds/350992410446881108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532424016638425218&amp;postID=350992410446881108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532424016638425218/posts/default/350992410446881108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532424016638425218/posts/default/350992410446881108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionanddespair.blogspot.com/2008/10/speeding.html' title='Speeding'/><author><name>Jomar... cno pala ako?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17602604240090330460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532424016638425218.post-3258640558774934830</id><published>2008-10-24T17:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T17:33:23.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;From the very Begining, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background &amp;amp; that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the girl to be very upset. With that &amp;amp; the family's pressure, the girl often vent her anger on him. As for him, he only endure it in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated &amp;amp; decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl agreed, &amp;amp; with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in &amp;amp; agreed to let them get married. So before he leave, they got engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails &amp;amp; phone calls. Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realised that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,.....it's still just silence cry that companied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. &amp;amp; not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions &amp;amp; millions of reply, and countless of phonecalls,.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything &amp;amp; be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a new environment, the girl learn sign language &amp;amp; started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came &amp;amp; told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year has passed &amp;amp; her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language telling her "I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You. With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love conquers all. Need I say more? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532424016638425218-3258640558774934830?l=destructionanddespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destructionanddespair.blogspot.com/feeds/3258640558774934830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532424016638425218&amp;postID=3258640558774934830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532424016638425218/posts/default/3258640558774934830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532424016638425218/posts/default/3258640558774934830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionanddespair.blogspot.com/2008/10/silent-love.html' title='Silent Love'/><author><name>Jomar... cno pala ako?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17602604240090330460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532424016638425218.post-4192732863736506879</id><published>2008-10-24T16:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T17:11:54.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salty Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;He met her at a party. She was so beautiful, many guys were chasing after her, while he was so plain and simple, nobody paid attention to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but to be polite, she consented. They went to a nice&lt;br /&gt;coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home.... suddenly he asked the waiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody stared at him, How strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked him curiously; why you have salt in your coffee? He replied: "when I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who still live there". While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's his true feelings, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can share his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has ties to his home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They continued to date.. She found that he was actually a man who meets all her demands; he had&lt;br /&gt;tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed knowing him! Thanks to his salty coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story ended just like every beautiful love&lt;br /&gt;story , the princess married the prince, then they lived happily ever after... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some&lt;br /&gt;salt in it, as she knew that's the way he liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: "My dearest, please forgive me, I have been lying my whole life. This was the only lie I told you---the salty coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change it, so I just went ahead.I never thought that could be the start of our conversation! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you about anything. Now I'm dying, I'm afraid of nothing so I can tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I met you, I don't ever feel sorry for everything I did for you. " Having you with me is the biggest thrill of my whole life. If I can live a second time around, I would still want to know you and have you for the rest of my life,even though I have to drink the salty coffee again".&lt;br /&gt;Her tears made the letter totally wet. One day, someone asked her: how did the salty coffee taste? It was very sweet, she replied.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not to forget but to forgive, not to see but to understand, not to hear but to listen, not to let go but to HOLD ON !!!! Thanks for reading. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532424016638425218-4192732863736506879?l=destructionanddespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destructionanddespair.blogspot.com/feeds/4192732863736506879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532424016638425218&amp;postID=4192732863736506879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532424016638425218/posts/default/4192732863736506879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532424016638425218/posts/default/4192732863736506879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionanddespair.blogspot.com/2008/10/salty-coffee.html' title='Salty Coffee'/><author><name>Jomar... cno pala ako?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17602604240090330460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532424016638425218.post-9072093634410832755</id><published>2008-10-21T21:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T18:11:16.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sembreaks</title><content type='html'>At first, I thought the sembreak was all cool. No waking up early and no botany lab reports. However, it is BORING and I don't get to see my friends. These are what I LIKE and DISLIKE about the sembreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO CLASSES (Hello! That is what sembreak is all about)&lt;br /&gt;NO ASSIGNMENTS (And the pain of ALWAYS passing them a week late)&lt;br /&gt;NO ANNOYING TEACHERS (You know who they are)&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP, SLEEP and SLEEP (Hahayz... Ang baboy talaga)&lt;br /&gt;BONDING WITH MY HS FRIENDS (OH YEAH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISLIKES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO BAON (NO BAON = NO HAPPINESS)&lt;br /&gt;NO SEEING MY CLASSMATES (OH! I MISS YOU GUYS ALREADY)&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOOOOOOOOOOORING (Nothing to do in the house)&lt;br /&gt;EAT + SLEEP + EAT + SLEEP (OMG! TABA NA JUD KO KAAU!)&lt;br /&gt;WAITING FOR THE SEMBREAK TO END (I hate waiting!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahayz... Another product of my boredom... Hehe... PEACE GUYS! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532424016638425218-9072093634410832755?l=destructionanddespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destructionanddespair.blogspot.com/feeds/9072093634410832755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532424016638425218&amp;postID=9072093634410832755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532424016638425218/posts/default/9072093634410832755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532424016638425218/posts/default/9072093634410832755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionanddespair.blogspot.com/2008/10/sembreaks.html' title='Sembreaks'/><author><name>Jomar... cno pala ako?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17602604240090330460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532424016638425218.post-2019679544587217483</id><published>2008-10-21T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:23:48.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blind Girl</title><content type='html'>I read this from a site recently. Hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There was a blind girl who hated herself just                        because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving                        boyfriend. He was always there for her. She said that if                        she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p align="left"&gt; One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to                        her and then she could see everything, including her boyfriend.                      &lt;br /&gt;                     Her boyfriend asked her, "now that you can see the                        world, will you marry me?" The girl was shocked when                        she saw that her boyfriend was blind too, and refused to                        marry him. &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p align="left"&gt;Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later                        wrote a letter to her saying..... "Just take care of                        my eyes dear." i'll always love you forever..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Moral of the story: Sometimes, you don't know how much someone loves you. I does not mean that they don't. Maybe, he/she is just plain shy or does not want to brag about the things he/she did to show his/her love. Think about it. Hope you liked the story guys :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532424016638425218-2019679544587217483?l=destructionanddespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destructionanddespair.blogspot.com/feeds/2019679544587217483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532424016638425218&amp;postID=2019679544587217483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532424016638425218/posts/default/2019679544587217483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532424016638425218/posts/default/2019679544587217483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionanddespair.blogspot.com/2008/10/blind-girl.html' title='The Blind Girl'/><author><name>Jomar... cno pala ako?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17602604240090330460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532424016638425218.post-2928039685173553408</id><published>2008-10-21T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:43:16.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLASS SCHEDULE</title><content type='html'>Sa mga wala pa naka.enroll, e2 ang ating class schedule 4 d second sem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 392px; height: 460px;" border="1" cellpadding="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CWTS2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt; Civic Welfare Training Service 2&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack" align="center"&gt;Lab&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt;           &lt;div align="center"&gt;08:00AM-12:00PM / Sa - Main&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt; Umblero, Corazon&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;tr class="ltgrn"&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Engl2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt; Study and Thinking Skills&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack" align="center"&gt;Lec&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt;           &lt;div align="center"&gt;2:00PM-3:00PM / MWF - 501&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;tr class=""&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fil2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt; Pagbasa at Pagsulat sa Iba't-ibang Disiplina&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack" align="center"&gt;Lec&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt;           &lt;div align="center"&gt;1:00PM-2:00PM / MWF - 501&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt; De Guzman, Arceli&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;tr class="ltgrn"&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Math3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt; Basic Statistics&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack" align="center"&gt;Lec&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt;           &lt;div align="center"&gt;10:30AM-12:00PM / TuTh - 501&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;tr class=""&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PE2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt; Fundamentals of Rhythmic Activities&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack" align="center"&gt;Lec&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt;           &lt;div align="center"&gt;1:00PM-3:00PM / Tu - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt; Poralan, Porferia&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;tr class="ltgrn"&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pharm1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt; Intro to Pharmacy&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack" align="center"&gt;Lec&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt;           &lt;div align="center"&gt;07:30AM-09:00AM / TuTh - 501&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt; Pasicolan, Vivien Leigh&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;tr class=""&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PhyHR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt; General Physics&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack" align="center"&gt;Lec&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt;           &lt;div align="center"&gt;07:30AM-08:30AM / MWF - 302A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt; Limjuco, Renan&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;tr class="ltgrn"&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PhyHR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt; General Physics&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack" align="center"&gt;Lab&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt;           &lt;div align="center"&gt;08:30AM-10:30AM / MWF - 404A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt; Limjuco, Renan&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;tr class=""&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PsyHR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt; General Psych w/ Drug Abuse Education&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack" align="center"&gt;Lec&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt;           &lt;div align="center"&gt;09:00AM-10:30AM / TuTh - 501&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;tr class="ltgrn"&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Theo2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt; Introduction to Scriptures&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack" align="center"&gt;Lec&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt;           &lt;div align="center"&gt;3:00PM-4:00PM / MWF - 501&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="tablerowblack"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like teacher natin si Sir Limjuco sa physics. That's great. However, teacher natin sa Pharm1 si Maam Pasicolan. Gud luck na lang sa atin guys... hehe :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532424016638425218-2928039685173553408?l=destructionanddespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destructionanddespair.blogspot.com/feeds/2928039685173553408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532424016638425218&amp;postID=2928039685173553408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532424016638425218/posts/default/2928039685173553408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532424016638425218/posts/default/2928039685173553408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionanddespair.blogspot.com/2008/10/class-schedule.html' title='CLASS SCHEDULE'/><author><name>Jomar... cno pala ako?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17602604240090330460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532424016638425218.post-3057182787369012650</id><published>2008-10-21T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T12:00:52.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 MUST GO SITES</title><content type='html'>Out of boredom, I made a list of 10 sites you must go to. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 10 - www.uic.edu.ph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school site. Here you could see your grades (as if they put it already) and many many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 9 - y8.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of free games in this site. Such a shame that you can't open it in any computer at UIC. I think they don't have flash or shockwave. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 8 - ph.yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yahoo site for the Philippines. If you don't have e-mail yet, this is the site for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 7 - wikipedia.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The online encyclopedia. Best for pharmacy students (like me) that has teachers that JUST LOVE to give research work (like maam pasicolan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 6 - killerbee891.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site of Killer Bee 89.1 of Davao, my favorite radio station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 5 - google.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's best search engine! Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 4 - tristancafe.com and imeem.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are music sites. Some people do without tristancafe.com but I think it's great. It is all OPM you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 - funtrivia.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My TOP 3! I learn a lot from funtrivia.com. You should too. Pay it a visit sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 2 - pinoyunderground.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All-pinoy community! The forum for the Filipino. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 1 - destructionanddespair.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO SURPRISES THERE! hehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These sites really are worth a visit. Visit them when you find the time. Good day. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532424016638425218-3057182787369012650?l=destructionanddespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destructionanddespair.blogspot.com/feeds/3057182787369012650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532424016638425218&amp;postID=3057182787369012650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532424016638425218/posts/default/3057182787369012650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532424016638425218/posts/default/3057182787369012650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionanddespair.blogspot.com/2008/10/top-10-must-go-sites.html' title='Top 10 MUST GO SITES'/><author><name>Jomar... cno pala ako?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17602604240090330460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532424016638425218.post-2965878814095171011</id><published>2008-10-21T10:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:11:41.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urbandictionary.com</title><content type='html'>I was reading my "FRIEND"'s blog a while ago and she said to try this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Go to urbandictionary.com and type in your answer to each question in the search box, then write the FIRST definition it gives you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Your name:&lt;br /&gt;2.) Your age:&lt;br /&gt;3.) One of your friends:&lt;br /&gt;4.) What should you be doing?&lt;br /&gt;5.) Your favourite colour:&lt;br /&gt;6.) Your birthplace:&lt;br /&gt;7.) Last person you talked to:&lt;br /&gt;8.) Last thing you had to drink:&lt;br /&gt;9.) Your nickname:&lt;br /&gt;10.) What day is it today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well, I tried it and here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Jose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table id="entries" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="text" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt; A very common hispanic name that translates to "Joe" in english. If you walk into southern California and call this name you are bound to find a friend. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt; Man, This alcoholic's defintions are so racist and based on stereotypes how can they NOT be awesome?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Guess you could call me JOE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My age is a secret, really, so I skipped this part. PEACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Gerrick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="entries" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="2"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt; Narrow strip of cardboard or paper rolled up and placed in the base of a spliff which acts as a make shift filter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also known as a roach. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt; What can I use for a gerrick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS there anything left?&lt;br /&gt;No, just the gerrick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="example"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Um... OK... That made perfect sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's try another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karrah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt; a princess; most awesome person ever :-d &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt; Karrah live in a royal castle in Canada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="example"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;COOL! Bigatin pala si karrah! hehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table id="entries" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="2"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt; Nickname for a pathological liar.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who constantly lies. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt; Pathy- I was at the soccer game and lightning struck the middle of the field!&lt;br /&gt;Pathy-I swear my best friend fucked Jessica Simpson.. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;Pathy "We had sex"...&lt;br /&gt;Me No you didnt...&lt;br /&gt;Pathy- "well with our clothes on"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;table id="entries" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="text" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;div class="example"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So Pathy is a liar now. A liar that likes sex. OMG! That is SO UN-PATHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more, by request&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="entries" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="2"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;Karen is the perfect woman. She has no flaw. She's funny, sweet, smart as hell, and above all, she is extremely gorgeous. She doesn't let anyone push her around and she has a great personality. She has some awesome goals set and always wins my heart. Has great taste in guys. Don't listen to what the other jack-off put. Everybody loves Karen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt; If you were to look up the word "amazing" in the dictionary, there would be a picture of Karen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="example"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Thanks for supporting my blog Kai. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Taking a bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="entries" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="2"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt; The act of ditching your friends to have sex with your mom, or because you are afraid of being prison raped like your dad was. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt; "Can Nick come out and play?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, sorry, he's taking a bath." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell makes these stupid definitions! Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="entries" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="2"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt; 1.Darkness, a dark colour, the colour of this text is black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.A race - The black race can range from African american to polynesian. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt; 1. I own a black car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A black person stole my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="example"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Now this is what a definition should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Davao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="entries" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="2"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt; davao is a major city in the mindanao island in the philippines. considered the biggest city (in terms of land area) in the word. davao bost of its seafood delicacies, and nature parks. davao is the home of the endangered species of the philippine eagle-- happens to be the biggest specie of eagles in the world. mt. apo, is also located in davao the highest peak in the philippines. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt; have you been to davao, and explored the nature parks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="example"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;YEAH! Davao ROCKS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="entries" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="2"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table id="entries" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="text" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt; Random word when someone says something random and annoying &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt; Annoyance: "Ewww, What's that"&lt;br /&gt;You: "Your MOTHER!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyance: "Miss,What are we doing 2day"&lt;br /&gt;You: "Your MOTHER!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyance: "This work is so easy, Miss"&lt;br /&gt;You: "Just like...your MOTHER!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyance: "Peanut"&lt;br /&gt;You: "Your MOTHER!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;That was a lot of MOTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Iced Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table id="entries" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="2"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt; A uniquely American drink that apparently tea drinkers outside the US just don't get. Both refreshing and caffeinated, but be careful what you order -- Southerners like it really, really sweet. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt; Ah, iced tea. My &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=wirewater"&gt;wirewater&lt;/a&gt; of choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;What?! Iced tea is American! I thought it's PINOY! Where in the world could you buy a P10 ice tea pack that could make at least 1 liter?! Only in the PHILIPPINES. Oh, whatever. NEXT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Jomar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;table id="entries" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="2"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt; The Days of our lives couple consisting of John Black and Marlena Evans Black &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt; Jomar were caught by Tony on the Dimera Compound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;   &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;table id="entries" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="text" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;div class="example"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; Unsa daw?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table id="entries" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="2"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt; Like the other guy said, the worst day (I promise!) of the week. Why is tuesday always bad? It's right in the middle of the week. Your not getting ready for the weekend. Your not all rested up from the weekend like you would be on monday. In fact, since monday sucked all the life out of people, the people your left with are nothing pleasant. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt; Dude 1: Man, tuesday blows.&lt;br /&gt;Dude 2: You said it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;table id="entries" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="text" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;div class="example"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;True... very true... Also, IT'S PE DAY! GOD, i hate Tuesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! That was very, hmmm, "EDUCATIONAL". PEACE TO ALL! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532424016638425218-2965878814095171011?l=destructionanddespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destructionanddespair.blogspot.com/feeds/2965878814095171011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532424016638425218&amp;postID=2965878814095171011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532424016638425218/posts/default/2965878814095171011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532424016638425218/posts/default/2965878814095171011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionanddespair.blogspot.com/2008/10/urbandictionarycom.html' title='urbandictionary.com'/><author><name>Jomar... cno pala ako?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17602604240090330460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532424016638425218.post-2360909550197348447</id><published>2008-10-20T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:47:58.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pa.enrol na mo!</title><content type='html'>ei guys... nagpa.enrol ako kanina bah... sa mga wala pa nakapa.enroll, e2 ang steps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. punta sa pharm ofiz para sa plotting form (murag graphing paper no... hehe :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. bayad sa cashier (3000 ang minimum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. punta sa nstp ofiz (meh kunin ka na form)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. punta sa registrar (pa.load ng subject and pa.aircon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. punta sa ITRZ (kuha na ng blue card)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tapos ka na... enrolled ka na 4 d second sem... hehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, anu pang hinihintay niyo? enrol na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i.post q ung sched bukas... naiwan q sa bahay eh... hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532424016638425218-2360909550197348447?l=destructionanddespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destructionanddespair.blogspot.com/feeds/2360909550197348447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532424016638425218&amp;postID=2360909550197348447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532424016638425218/posts/default/2360909550197348447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532424016638425218/posts/default/2360909550197348447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionanddespair.blogspot.com/2008/10/paenrol-na-mo.html' title='pa.enrol na mo!'/><author><name>Jomar... cno pala ako?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17602604240090330460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532424016638425218.post-4444423132215738459</id><published>2008-10-20T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:06:14.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>ei guys... welcome 2 my blog... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532424016638425218-4444423132215738459?l=destructionanddespair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destructionanddespair.blogspot.com/feeds/4444423132215738459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532424016638425218&amp;postID=4444423132215738459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532424016638425218/posts/default/4444423132215738459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532424016638425218/posts/default/4444423132215738459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionanddespair.blogspot.com/2008/10/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Jomar... cno pala ako?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17602604240090330460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
