<?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-8993487642025802673</id><updated>2011-05-04T07:29:59.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"You, speak Prada? "</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-7633870184526722622</id><published>2009-04-23T23:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:17:56.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this just a fad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOHSHIT! I'M ENJOYING &lt;a href="http://nadinearraiza.tumblr.com/"&gt;TUMBLR&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing my Project 365-31 there, ForTheMeantime! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-7633870184526722622?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/7633870184526722622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=7633870184526722622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/7633870184526722622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/7633870184526722622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-this-just-fad.html' title='Is this just a fad?'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-4928658369697538580</id><published>2009-04-19T09:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:34:23.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If you're seeking me tonight.</title><content type='html'>I'm back! But no stories about the Philly trip muna because I like pictures to accompany my post-- and most (if not all) of the pictures are with Karlita. I didn't have a cam with me so I can't put up anything! Haha! So that's 2 trips I owe you, the Canada one and the Philadelphia one.  :)  Geez, I should learn to take pictures more often if I want to post them here... I like being in front of the camera more kasi than being behind it eh! Nyahaha! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KBye, I have school pa tomorrow and it's almost 12mn na! Rawr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-4928658369697538580?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/4928658369697538580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=4928658369697538580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/4928658369697538580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/4928658369697538580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-youre-seeking-me-tonight.html' title='If you&apos;re seeking me tonight.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-1262854715630049402</id><published>2009-04-18T11:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:48:45.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello? Bored ka? Wala kang mabasa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ito o, mga pwede mong gawin habang nasa Philadelphia ako kasama nila Mary at Karla:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. PAPAKIN MO UNG KAPE KUNYARI MILO.&lt;br /&gt;2. PAG-ARALAN MO ANG LENGWAHE NG MGAIPIS, TAPOS KAIBIGANIN MO SILA.&lt;br /&gt;3. SIPILYUHIN MO MATA MO.&lt;br /&gt;4. PAG MAY NAKITA KANG LANGGAM, SUNDAN MO KAHIT SAAN MAG-PUNTA.&lt;br /&gt;5. PUNUIN MO NANG TUBIG yUNG INIDORO.&lt;br /&gt;6. BAKLASIN MO UNG TV NYO TAPOS GAWIN MONG RADYO.&lt;br /&gt;7. PAGKASYAHIN MO UNG SARILI MO SA FREEZER.&lt;br /&gt;8. MAG-LARO KAYO NG CHESS NG KAIBIGAN MONG IPIS.&lt;br /&gt;9. LASLASIN MO PULSO MO.&lt;br /&gt;10. SINGHUTIN MO YUNG SHELLANE.&lt;br /&gt;11. BOSOHAN MO YUNG SARILI MO.&lt;br /&gt;12. SUNUGIN MO BAHAY MO TAPOS SIGAW KA NG YEHEY.&lt;br /&gt;13. PLANTSAHIN MO MUKHA MO TAPOS SIGAW KA OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;14. HOUSE PARTY!!! (Eh kaso wala ka na ngang house kasi sunog na eh.)&lt;br /&gt;15. MAG-TANIM KA NG BUTO NG MANOK TAPOS INTAYIN MONG TUMUBO.&lt;br /&gt;16. BILANG KA 1-10 TAPOS MAGTAGO KA.&lt;br /&gt;17. HANAPIN MO UNG SARILI MO.&lt;br /&gt;18. O KAYA MATULOG KA NA LANG. (Mas mabuti pa nga!)&lt;/blockquote&gt;Haha! Okay, so it's official... ang loser ko na kasi tawang-tawa ako dito! Nyahaha! =P  Anyway, yup, I'll be in Philly 'til Sunday so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://logo.cafepress.com/8/1197220.701928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 54px; height: 54px;" src="http://logo.cafepress.com/8/1197220.701928.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PIZZZOUT boys and girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-1262854715630049402?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/1262854715630049402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=1262854715630049402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/1262854715630049402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/1262854715630049402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-bored-ka-wala-kang-mabasa.html' title='Hello? Bored ka? Wala kang mabasa?'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-6968642020680515258</id><published>2009-04-17T09:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:56:37.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward Scissorhairs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay so, as it turns out, I didn't win. &lt;a href="http://chuvaness.livejournal.com/#post-chuvaness-586165"&gt;Apparently, there are 7 of us that got the 3,000,000 image&lt;/a&gt;. So yun, tough luck! BOOHOO!!! Rawr, kung sino mang nagPhotoshop nung kanila, "I curse the day you were born!" --ala Charlotte, Sex and the City the Movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, for sure, didn't because A.) I was at school when I screencapped mine, B.) we don't have PS in the library and C.) I don't know how to use Photoshop. HMP! (rolls eyes while flipping hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Speaking of hair, I got mine cut about a month ago! Here... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Seeaz4fy03I/AAAAAAAAAi0/Eq_mslacEIA/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Seeaz4fy03I/AAAAAAAAAi0/Eq_mslacEIA/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325395300518646642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ofcourse it's all buhaghag now kasi nga I'm kulot; but I love its messy look! Haha! =D  I missed this short hair feeling 'cause I've never had my crown chopped shorter than where my bra strap falls eversince the disastrous 7th grade photo, my school called our "Gradpic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, so annoying that hairstyle. I looked soo tomboy and awkward with my pixie cut hair then! Waah! Now, it lays just a little bit below my shoulderblades, and it feels so light! Haha! Plus, I love it more 'cause I save up on shampoo and conditioner, which saves me some more time in the shower (rinse)-- time I need during MTTh's during which my classes start at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Lalang, I'm still annoyed that I didn't win. But I love Ms. C, nonetheless! It's not her fault naman that the system mixed up eh. Kakahinayang lang. Hmmm. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-6968642020680515258?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/6968642020680515258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=6968642020680515258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/6968642020680515258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/6968642020680515258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/04/edward-scissorhands.html' title='Edward Scissorhairs.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Seeaz4fy03I/AAAAAAAAAi0/Eq_mslacEIA/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-2644822343869244506</id><published>2009-04-16T16:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:56:22.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I GOT IT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SeeTosYWFqI/AAAAAAAAAis/i-C3cOMantc/s1600-h/mail.google.com.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SeeTosYWFqI/AAAAAAAAAis/i-C3cOMantc/s400/mail.google.com.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325387411706222242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     3,000,000 VISITOR, BABY!!! (Thank you Firefox's, “restore all tabs”)&lt;div style="text-align: left;" class="caption"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;OH EM!!! I eFFFing WON &lt;a href="http://chuvaness.com/"&gt;Chuvaness&lt;/a&gt;’ contest!!! Woohoo!!! SE T700 and Happy Feet sandals, say hellooow to your new momma!!! =D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I never win in things like these, ‘cause even if I don’t have a balat in my pwet, I’m still unlucky. I hope this marks the start of my lucky streak! Weepee! Okay, strike while the iron is hot daw, so I’m off to take my chances on NY’s lottery! Haha! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-2644822343869244506?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/2644822343869244506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=2644822343869244506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2644822343869244506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2644822343869244506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-got-it.html' title='I GOT IT!!!'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SeeTosYWFqI/AAAAAAAAAis/i-C3cOMantc/s72-c/mail.google.com.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-952973498563741406</id><published>2009-04-15T16:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:57:01.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Once.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzk3NDIzMjUzODkmcHQ9MTIzOTc*MjcyNjI4MCZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPThiNjMxODYyZmIwYzQwNTc4NjI2NDZmYmYyZWMzMmJi.gif" /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/boomboom.swf" height="260" width="340" style="width:340px;height:260px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/boomboom.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=20657209&amp;amp;path=2009/04/14&amp;amp;mycolor=686577&amp;amp;mycolor2=323B46&amp;amp;mycolor3=C28F8F&amp;amp;autoplay=true&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=5&amp;amp;grad=true&amp;amp;ow=340&amp;amp;oh=260"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/20657209" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/boombox/tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/boombox/create.gif" title="Create Your Free Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/ringtones/20657209" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/boombox/ringtones.gif" title="Get Ringtones From This Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Ringtones" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shining on my window&lt;br /&gt;as the snow is falling on the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of sunset on a snowy evening&lt;br /&gt;is too much for me to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears are running down my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;like a waterfall rushing down the valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laughter outside somehow seems unreal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many couples are holding hands-&lt;br /&gt;with their hot coffee,&lt;br /&gt;as they walk down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling,&lt;br /&gt;so happy as they look into each other eyes so passionately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at myself.&lt;br /&gt;How could I be so stupid?&lt;br /&gt;There is no Cupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for love&lt;br /&gt;is like looking for a shooting star...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare once said&lt;br /&gt;'It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wipe my last tear with the wet overused tissue.&lt;br /&gt;I stand up from my bed and turn on my light.&lt;br /&gt;I look into the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;I smile as I can barely recognize myself&lt;br /&gt;with black mascara smeared all over my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew right then that it was going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;I decided from this point on,&lt;br /&gt;that I'm done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done looking for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead, I'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait until whenever destiny&lt;br /&gt;decides to knock on my door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-952973498563741406?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/952973498563741406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=952973498563741406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/952973498563741406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/952973498563741406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/04/once.html' title='Once.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-5389032403119311174</id><published>2009-04-14T16:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:57:21.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you thought all (s)he ever does is hide behind a white curtain and cry for Britbrit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="postTitle" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/twSCYjPRjhA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/twSCYjPRjhA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAY POINT NGA NAMAN SIYA! =))&lt;br /&gt;"It's not about blaming the man, or the mistress, or yourself.&lt;br /&gt;It's not about blame!&lt;br /&gt;It's no one's fault that you weren't meant to be together.&lt;br /&gt;Flip the situation ~ If my boyfriend were flirting back with anyone, then I would know he's not the one for me because he's flirting with other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Consider it a blessing to know that you don't belong together sooner than later!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-5389032403119311174?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/5389032403119311174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=5389032403119311174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/5389032403119311174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/5389032403119311174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-when-you-thought-all-she-ever-does_14.html' title='Just when you thought all (s)he ever does is hide behind a white curtain and cry for Britbrit!'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-7666719805831594346</id><published>2009-04-13T11:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:04:39.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There are:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnystuffz.com/funny-liners/101-ways-to-irritate-people/"&gt;101 &lt;em&gt;ways to irritate people&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Thanks for doing #66 to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;You, suck balls! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://saraschaefer.com/ss/middle_finger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 127px;" src="http://saraschaefer.com/ss/middle_finger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-7666719805831594346?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/7666719805831594346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=7666719805831594346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/7666719805831594346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/7666719805831594346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/04/there-are.html' title='There are:'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-3316266302837348851</id><published>2009-04-12T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:22:44.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-posted entry due to Spring break #6.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW COOL IS THIS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.instablogsimages.com/images/2009/02/21/shhh_rEGZm_2263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 474px;" src="http://www.instablogsimages.com/images/2009/02/21/shhh_rEGZm_2263.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shhh, secret lang natin to ah. I have always wanted to get inked but I don't think I could handle the pain! Haha! This tat is soo grool though, it might be worth all the hurt. Lol. I want this in HOTPINK!!! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-3316266302837348851?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/3316266302837348851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=3316266302837348851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/3316266302837348851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/3316266302837348851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/04/pre-posted-entry-due-to-spring-break-6.html' title='Pre-posted entry due to Spring break #6.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-2387820017902453769</id><published>2009-04-11T10:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:51:05.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the Niagara Falls should be the 8th "Wonder of the World."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SeCtJcVVDNI/AAAAAAAAAic/_mMG5plkWyM/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282477%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SeCtJcVVDNI/AAAAAAAAAic/_mMG5plkWyM/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282477%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323445137288006866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SeCtJop7ySI/AAAAAAAAAik/0P01XoL-hf4/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282479%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SeCtJop7ySI/AAAAAAAAAik/0P01XoL-hf4/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282479%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323445140595656994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A.W.E.some!!! As in!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Hey, you! I'm back! =D  More pictures to follow, I need some rest muna.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-2387820017902453769?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/2387820017902453769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=2387820017902453769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2387820017902453769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2387820017902453769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-niagara-falls-should-be-8th-wonder.html' title='Why the Niagara Falls should be the 8th &quot;Wonder of the World.&quot;'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SeCtJcVVDNI/AAAAAAAAAic/_mMG5plkWyM/s72-c/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282477%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-5215014367914255678</id><published>2009-04-10T15:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:07:00.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-posted entry due to Spring break #5.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because laughing is good for the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you turn a fox into an elephant?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marry It! &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the difference between a battery and a woman?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A battery has a positive side. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the three fastest means of communication?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Television&lt;br /&gt;2) Telephone&lt;br /&gt;3) Tel-a-woman &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you give a woman who has everything?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man to show her how to work it. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Why is the space between a woman’s breasts and her hips called a waist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Because you could easily fit another pair of tits in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you make 5 pounds of fat look good?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put a nipple on it. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Why do women rub their eyes when they wake up?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they don’t have balls to scratch. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to a woman with 2 black eyes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, she’s been told twice already. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your wife keeps coming out of the kitchen to nag at you, what have you&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;done wrong?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Made her chain too long &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many men does it take to open a beer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None. It should be opened when she brings it. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is a Laundromat a really bad place to pick up a woman?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because a woman who can’t even afford a washing machine will probably never be able to support you. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Why do women have smaller feet than men?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s one of those ‘evolutionary things’ that allows them to stand closer to the kitchen sink. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know when a woman is about to say something smart?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       When she starts a sentence with ‘A man once told me…’ &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you fix a woman’s watch?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t. There is a clock on the oven. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do men pass gas more than women?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because women can’t shut up long enough to build up the required pressure. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;If your dog is barking at the back door and your wife is yelling at the&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;front door, who do you let in first?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog, of course. He’ll shut up once you let him in. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s worse than a Male Chauvinist Pig?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A woman who won’t do what she’s told &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I married a Miss Right.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just didn’t know her first name was Always. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists have discovered a food that diminishes a woman’s sex drive by&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;90%..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       It’s called a Wedding Cake. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do men die before their wives?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want to. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women will never be equal to men..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when they can walk down the street with a bald head and a beer gut, and still think they are sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-5215014367914255678?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/5215014367914255678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=5215014367914255678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/5215014367914255678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/5215014367914255678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/04/pre-posted-entry-due-to-spring-break-5.html' title='Pre-posted entry due to Spring break #5.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-1034525212924810701</id><published>2009-04-09T14:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:53:01.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-posted entry due to Spring break #4.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DrGhCuusmk0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DrGhCuusmk0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dubbing Belle!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="description"&gt;This (along with my Filipino tag video) was done at 3am-ish which explains why I sound like that. Haha! Excuses eh no? Fine, I know my voice sounds fugly but I don't care because this is my fave scene from one of my most fave Disney films, Beauty and the Beast! =))&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-1034525212924810701?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/1034525212924810701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=1034525212924810701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/1034525212924810701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/1034525212924810701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/04/pre-posted-entry-due-to-spring-break-4.html' title='Pre-posted entry due to Spring break #4.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-1598179505093496980</id><published>2009-04-08T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:38:00.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-posted entry due to Spring break #3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SdmjrsW4MVI/AAAAAAAAAiE/WplU0Uq0iDo/s1600-h/2009-04-06-02481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SdmjrsW4MVI/AAAAAAAAAiE/WplU0Uq0iDo/s400/2009-04-06-02481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321464405751771474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sdmjrgw0cMI/AAAAAAAAAiM/7vKQKMw0khE/s1600-h/2009-04-06-02514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sdmjrgw0cMI/AAAAAAAAAiM/7vKQKMw0khE/s400/2009-04-06-02514.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321464402639352002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember the favorite cap I was telling you about? Well, here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi ganito daw ata yung sabi, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nadine, nakalimutan mo na ata kung gaano kasakit madurog yung puso mo eh, ito papaalala ko ulit sayo!"&lt;/span&gt; -- Tangina, sakit naman na makita ka sa school na may kasamang ibang girl "friend." Bakit, kaya ko rin namang samahan ka sa Bursars Office ah! Hay. Pero mamansin ka naman! Sinakto mo pa talaga na sa ganung araw para nasa B building ako no? Sorry ah, di ko naman kasalanan na palabasin kami ng maaga eh. Gulat ka rin? Mamansin ka naman, di naman ako nangangagat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Typed offline on Saturday, April 4.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-1598179505093496980?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/1598179505093496980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=1598179505093496980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/1598179505093496980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/1598179505093496980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/04/pre-posted-entry-due-to-spring-break-3.html' title='Pre-posted entry due to Spring break #3.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SdmjrsW4MVI/AAAAAAAAAiE/WplU0Uq0iDo/s72-c/2009-04-06-02481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-3377072171460434798</id><published>2009-04-07T14:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:30:00.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-posted entry due to Spring break #2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I JUST WANNA EAT THEM CUTIEPIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SdmiSiRca1I/AAAAAAAAAhs/LWBcwYq1ui8/s1600-h/PF9ISC9GPjiyn32ofUSAliF4o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SdmiSiRca1I/AAAAAAAAAhs/LWBcwYq1ui8/s400/PF9ISC9GPjiyn32ofUSAliF4o1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321462874036267858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SdmiS9AlirI/AAAAAAAAAh0/fyXVXO2F7zM/s1600-h/w8H5V7eJ2kaej8lopg3A9dHpo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SdmiS9AlirI/AAAAAAAAAh0/fyXVXO2F7zM/s400/w8H5V7eJ2kaej8lopg3A9dHpo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321462881213319858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SdmiSecDJLI/AAAAAAAAAhk/lK2sdIqwwH0/s1600-h/570tUXIUOjzxpt398McUZ5gZo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SdmiSecDJLI/AAAAAAAAAhk/lK2sdIqwwH0/s400/570tUXIUOjzxpt398McUZ5gZo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321462873007006898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(1. Random chubbyfat baby; 2. Lloydie bebe ko; 3. My Chuck Basstard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-3377072171460434798?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/3377072171460434798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=3377072171460434798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/3377072171460434798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/3377072171460434798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/04/pre-posted-entry-due-to-spring-break-2.html' title='Pre-posted entry due to Spring break #2.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SdmiSiRca1I/AAAAAAAAAhs/LWBcwYq1ui8/s72-c/PF9ISC9GPjiyn32ofUSAliF4o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-4313246313541459922</id><published>2009-04-06T23:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T03:04:53.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-posted entry due to Spring break #1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As the title suggests, yes, this (and the following entries that will have the same titles as this) entry is pre-posted. So while you, my dears, are reading this, I will be in Canaduuuh, basking in the glory of the Niagara falls. Whoopeeee! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be an 8-10hour drive from here to Canada and I think we'll leave at around 9am. I've already charged my iPod and the munchies are already inside my bag! I'm soo ready to go! Eeeh, I'm super excited na!!! We are gonna be staying at &lt;a href="http://www.daysinn.com/DaysInn/control/Booking/check_avail?checkInDate=04/06&amp;amp;numberAdults=1&amp;amp;numberRooms=1&amp;amp;checkOutDate=04/09&amp;amp;numberChildren=0&amp;amp;rate=000&amp;amp;iataNumber=00027171&amp;amp;variant=&amp;amp;id=14996&amp;amp;propBrandId=DI&amp;amp;force_nostay=false&amp;amp;tab=tab4"&gt;The Days Inn&lt;/a&gt; for 4 days and 3 nights, so I'll probably be back on Thursday to catch up on all of you! Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SdmdbE7f_CI/AAAAAAAAAhc/bIHUllRDohg/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_03+Apr.+06+02.05.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SdmdbE7f_CI/AAAAAAAAAhc/bIHUllRDohg/s400/ScreenHunter_03+Apr.+06+02.05.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321457523220282402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the images I got from their site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://justinsomnia.org/images/niagara-falls-horseshoe-falls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 380px;" src="http://justinsomnia.org/images/niagara-falls-horseshoe-falls.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fas.usda.gov/agexport/Flags/canada%20flag.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 493px; height: 329px;" src="http://www.fas.usda.gov/agexport/Flags/canada%20flag.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I cooooome!!! =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I'm leaving you with random entries! Siyempre, I don't want to fail on my Project 365-31. Meow! Keep givin' my bloggie some love while I'm gone... and my Plurk as well-- which reminds me, I have to set it up on vacation mode na! Yey! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-4313246313541459922?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/4313246313541459922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=4313246313541459922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/4313246313541459922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/4313246313541459922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/04/pre-posted-entry-due-to-spring-break-1.html' title='Pre-posted entry due to Spring break #1.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SdmdbE7f_CI/AAAAAAAAAhc/bIHUllRDohg/s72-c/ScreenHunter_03+Apr.+06+02.05.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-4768934330024839411</id><published>2009-04-05T00:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T02:29:16.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so jls?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's this girl in my class that I really hate, and her name is Claire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Claire is a biatch because she ruined my (favorite) Steve Madden boots!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganito kasi yun... It started when I kinda felt like she was giving me this off, negative vibe that day when we had this group presentation wherein we had to stand in front of the class and discuss something. So I was explaining how our eyes dilate/constrict when we see something we like/don't like and then she goes like, "Well, for me, that's all biological, etc, etc, etc." So, I was about to defend myself when our professor says, "That's one opinion- your opinion. But I think she did really well." HAHA! =P  I guess that icked her because our teacher sided with me. I, on the other hand, didn't put much into it because I don't really care what she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, a few days later, we had this brain-twister activity and one of the "problems" that we had to solve was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SdmOD6ZoUYI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Ym-G2fZoKwg/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_01+Apr.+06+01.01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SdmOD6ZoUYI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Ym-G2fZoKwg/s400/ScreenHunter_01+Apr.+06+01.01.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321440632582459778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And the instruction says to connect the dots using only 4 straight lines without lifting your pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SdmODwXMICI/AAAAAAAAAhU/c1I1y6Z8HAY/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_02+Apr.+06+01.04.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 345px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SdmODwXMICI/AAAAAAAAAhU/c1I1y6Z8HAY/s400/ScreenHunter_02+Apr.+06+01.04.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321440629887868962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; This is the way its supposed to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I answered it immediately because I've known about this "trick" for years now. After our prof asks me to write it on the board (because I was the only one who answered it correctly), Claire the biatch raised her hand and said, "I don't think she's right, because in my country those are not straight lines, those are slanted."&lt;br /&gt;OMG! How stupid can this girl get no? Mashadong nili-literal lahat! So, pano na lang pala yung triangle? Isn't it made up of 3 STRAIGHT lines too? So mali pala lahat ng mathematicians? Okay, ikaw na henyo! LOL! But again, as I was about to defend myself, my prof interjects and says, "As far as I know this is the only solution to this. Can you show us how you did yours?" HAHA! Eh pahiya sya kasi wala naman syang nasagot! Strike 2! Bwahaha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So eto na, our last meeting before Spring break (that was last Thursday). The class ends and as usual, before I go home, I drop by the bathroom first to use the mirror. On my way to the classroom door, I have to pass infront of where she was seated first because her bag was blocking the other opening. So I walk past her and I almost trip because there was something that hit my right leg. Di ko na tiningnan kasi di naman ako natuluyan eh. Then yun na nga, I went na to the bathroom. While I was fixing my hair, she comes in, walks behind me, and when she went past my back, she says, "Hey, nice boots!" and I say, "Oh, thank you!" and I smile at her 'cause I thought she was being nice and maybe I just misunderstood na she was just giving her opinion and it wasn't really a personal attack.&lt;br /&gt;So fast forward to when I reached the house... as I was taking them off, I see this HUGE rip on the right side of my right boot. KAINIS! Nung una di pa nag-register agad sakin na sya yung may kasalanan nun! Pero remember when I almost tripped when I passed by her chair at class because something hit my foot? YUN, nun nya siguro ginawa yung pag-sabotage sa boots ko! How, she did it? Only satan knows. GRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakaka-gigil lang! WHY SO JLS, CLAIRE? Is it because when I get to class I smell like I'm GOING TO school while you smell like GOING HOME FROM WORK AFTER A LONG DAY already (in short, amoy construction worker.)? Is it because I can say "everybody" normally, not "hebribady" like you? Or is it because the guy you're secretly crushing on (c'mon, HEBRIBADY saw you wanted to hug him! CHANSING!) always sits behind me and smells my hair? P.S. HI VLADIMIRRRR!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop messing with me, Cuhhhlaire (The Clique style).&lt;br /&gt;And just so you know, "In my country"... we eat pigs (like *ehem* you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-4768934330024839411?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/4768934330024839411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=4768934330024839411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/4768934330024839411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/4768934330024839411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-so-jls.html' title='Why so jls?'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SdmOD6ZoUYI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Ym-G2fZoKwg/s72-c/ScreenHunter_01+Apr.+06+01.01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-1180669509238770305</id><published>2009-04-04T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:50:21.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Filipino tag (game!).</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gQoAkWAGrcU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gQoAkWAGrcU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vlog 2!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-1180669509238770305?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/1180669509238770305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=1180669509238770305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/1180669509238770305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/1180669509238770305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/04/filipino-tag-game.html' title='The Filipino tag (game!).'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-2041114740194536858</id><published>2009-04-03T11:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:08:48.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEESE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bear with me as this is what I love doing when I'm depressed: reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;Masochist, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first day of class. I sat down next to you because you were the only one who half-smiled at me when I came in. I remembered you were wearing your black Yankees cap then, which I later on learned was your favorite (but yet, you still gave it to me). Hey, you looked cute in those! =)  Our teacher was already discussing something in front when I entered so I don't get why you asked me, "Do you know which site we're supposed to be on?", as you clicked on your mouse.&lt;br /&gt;"The school site? But I'm not sure, I just came in." I said.&lt;br /&gt;And you replied, "Oh, I was late too!"&lt;br /&gt;(Hmmkay, weird.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was, we didn't even realize that we live just a street apart from each other until you saw me buying a sub from the local deli and I saw you as you were about to buy a sub too! At that time, I kept on repeating "I know that guy, I know that guy! Where have I seen him?" to myself. Then, the following school day, you immediately came up to me and said, "I think I saw you at the deli, do you live around that area? And it was only then that I remembered that it was indeed you...&lt;br /&gt;Ah, fate! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As days passed, we became closer. We would always "accidentally" sit beside each other at first... I even remember this one time when you asked if someone else was already seated beside me 'cause there was a bag over the chair, and when I said yes, you said, "Daym!" Haha, so cute! =))  You also asked for my number when our professor told us to get at least one classmate's contact detail... and you even wrote yours down on my notebook because I forgot to bring my phone with me that day. Heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had our very first fight when you got jealous over the Vietnamese guy that invited me for coffee after he asked for street directions as we were going down the bus. You said I was flirting with him too because I kept on smiling at him when I was only trying to be polite. That was the first time I've seen you fidget, and gosh did I like it! I remember too that you only forgave me because I said you reminded me of one of the local artists we have in the Philippines (which was Oyo Boy Sotto! Haha!), because that was the day after you got your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;semi-kalbo&lt;/span&gt; haircut which showed off your ear piercing and made the moles on your face even more prominent! Haha! Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, so many memories. Good times, good times! Sorry for doing this. I just miss you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-2041114740194536858?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/2041114740194536858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=2041114740194536858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2041114740194536858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2041114740194536858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/04/cheese.html' title='CHEESE.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-3330452639765024677</id><published>2009-04-02T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:21:34.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The inevitable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I woke up to the sounds of my Mom and my Lolo. They were talking over breakfast about what my grandfather's plans are for the money (a $15,000 lump-sum) they, the veterans, MIGHT get now that Obama has signed the stimulus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Gusto ko hatiin lahat sa inyong mga anak (8) at apo (16) yun. Tig $500 kayo pare-pareho tapos yung matira, pangastos nalang natin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kaso Papa, papano naman kung kailanganin mo na yun kung sakaling, alam mo na? Maski ayaw nating mangyari yun, maski gusto ka pa naming lahat na mabuhay ng isang dekada pa, eh dapat maging realistic tayo. Tingnan mo yung nangyari kay Mama."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kaya nga. Pero pinangako ko na yung kay Mama mo eh. Na pagka makuha ko yun, hahatiin ko sa inyong lahat ng pantay-pantay kasi yun nalang naman mapapamana namin sainyo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh papano naman kung ikaw na nangailangan? Saan tayo ngayon kukuha? Sa panahon ngayon dapat magtipid na tayo. Lahat naghihirap na, swerte parin nga tayo kahit papano eh. O, nung si Mama nun, hindi nila tatangapin dapat yun sa hospital kung walang 25, 000php na pang down. Tinawag agad sakin yun ni Gina. Pano nalang kung wala akong napadala nun? Nung libing naman ni Mama, malaking gastos din yun. Pinagamit ko na nga sakanya yung plano ko eh. 100,000php yun na pinagipunan ko nun para may insurance ako. Pero okay lang yun kasi kay Mama naman yun eh. Pero pano kung wala akong plano nun? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ngayon ako naman yung nawalan. Kapag, God-forbid, mawala ako ngayon, ano nalang mangyayari sakin? Sa anak ko? Si Nadine wala pa namang trabaho. Papano nalang. Yun, yun yung dapat nating isipin eh. Hindi yung kung meron dumating, ilalabas nalang natin agad. Hindi ganun. Pangit, masama o nakakalungkot man isipin, dapat hinahanda na natin yung mga sarili natin dahil mangyayari't mangyayari yun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't really how the conversation went, but pretty much, that was the gyst of it. I know it's inevitable, Death. But I just can't imagine living my life without my Mom. I can't imagine living without her alive. I don't ever want that to happen. I can't even picture her all wrinkly and old-- even thinking about that scares me. I don't want her to leave. I don't. As much as I love and enjoy fighting with and hating her, it would kill me, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-3330452639765024677?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/3330452639765024677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=3330452639765024677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/3330452639765024677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/3330452639765024677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/04/inevitable.html' title='The inevitable.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-4732102023781459214</id><published>2009-04-01T17:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:33:58.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish my D was here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“I am so proud of you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is all I ever want to hear from you; words which you have always given generously to everyone… everyone, except me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-4732102023781459214?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/4732102023781459214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=4732102023781459214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/4732102023781459214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/4732102023781459214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wish-my-d-was-here.html' title='I wish my D was here.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-1218063209411268809</id><published>2009-03-31T15:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:44:25.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the many reasons why going to Manhattan will never be a bore for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lady gets in a cab.&lt;br /&gt;Stoplight turns red.&lt;br /&gt;Cab stops in front of another girl waiting at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;Lady inside the cab lowers her window and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you going to the city?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want to share a ride with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. No thanks, I'm good, I'm good."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mm-hmm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, the rain's gonna start pouring and the light's gonna change anytime now so, c'mon, hop on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sure the bus is gonna come any minute now anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, 'cause, I mean, you don't even have to split the fare with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? Oh, that's so nice of you. But I'm okay, thank you though."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh-kay, you have a good day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright! Thanks again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-1218063209411268809?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/1218063209411268809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=1218063209411268809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/1218063209411268809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/1218063209411268809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-of-many-reasons-why-going-to.html' title='One of the many reasons why going to Manhattan will never be a bore for me.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-638261971686473037</id><published>2009-03-30T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:23:43.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You live in the Philippines. I live in NY. How the hell do you manage to work your way into my business from all the way over there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blair Waldorf:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Game over." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Bass: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's not over until I say it's over.  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blair Waldorf: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, have fun playing with yourself then&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not mad, I'm done with that. I just want to vent-- and irritate "THEM" people while doing so, just as they have equally irritated me too! HAH! You just can't stop pushing my buttons, can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything if other people send me piclinks of whatever it is that THEY are writing about me-- that's out of my hands already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if these anonymous senders give them to me because they want to insult me or something.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if their intentions are pro me or against me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if whoever is doing this, does this because he/she likes the drama our parties bring to the table.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's an attack to THEM; for whatever reasons these strangers have.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anything.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to be the bigger person and not mind whatever it is that they have been saying behind my back, mainly because it was done on THEIR territory. Yes, THEM. THEY did it again. But what I just discovered really affected me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to believe that I had been raised well.&lt;br /&gt;I respect others, and the whole nine yards. I keep close ties because I can keep secrets... no matter who they are about. Even if they're against my own Mother, I take them to the grave. (I think that it's only fair to the other person since he/she entrusted me with it which means that he/she had faith in me at the time the secret was exchanged.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have spilled quite a few times, but I choose the secrets I expose wisely. Little ones, like someone having some sort of a crush on someone, are okay to tell in my opinion, as these things change in time. Besides, all of us have crushes anyways, right? It's not that big a deal. And because I'm like this, I expect the people I have entrusted my secrets to, to also do the same, regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless!&lt;br /&gt;No matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what our relationship is today or what it might be a few years from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should know that when I confided myself to you in the past, I trusted that you would never tell a soul about that issue. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's my secret to tell, not yours.&lt;/span&gt; It's my body that got affected by it, not yours. It's not something petty, it's a life and death situation. For you to just blab it to everyone, for you to joke about it and for you to poke at it and shove it in my face, is not funny. It's not. You crossed the line of decency. You crossed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I have shared to you in confidence are things really important to me... and that goes the same for what you have with me. I may have been an open book to everyone and I may have expressed my feelings in my blogs but I've never told anyone or wrote down anything that I know would humiliate you. You know, things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the time you wanted to get back with me because you told me that there was no future between you and her because you wanted to have a family and you know you couldn't have it with her because she was nearing the end of her child-bearing age already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, things like that.&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-638261971686473037?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/638261971686473037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=638261971686473037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/638261971686473037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/638261971686473037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-live-in-philippines-i-live-in-ny.html' title='You live in the Philippines. I live in NY. How the hell do you manage to work your way into my business from all the way over there?'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-1472746854454224775</id><published>2009-03-29T17:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:04:42.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kapal the face!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sc_vp8XeOkI/AAAAAAAAAhE/st7PbFM9MWk/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_01+Mar.+28+20.56.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sc_vp8XeOkI/AAAAAAAAAhE/st7PbFM9MWk/s400/ScreenHunter_01+Mar.+28+20.56.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318733188806097474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At oo, ikaw na ang numero unong ehemplo nito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.emoticonhq.com/images/ICQ/thumbsup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 39px; height: 37px;" src="http://www.emoticonhq.com/images/ICQ/thumbsup.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-1472746854454224775?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/1472746854454224775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=1472746854454224775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/1472746854454224775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/1472746854454224775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/kapal-face.html' title='Kapal the face!!!'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sc_vp8XeOkI/AAAAAAAAAhE/st7PbFM9MWk/s72-c/ScreenHunter_01+Mar.+28+20.56.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-6080268707432148889</id><published>2009-03-28T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:54:35.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Acne (on my neck),</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU PLEASE GO AWAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-6080268707432148889?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/6080268707432148889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=6080268707432148889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/6080268707432148889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/6080268707432148889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-acne-on-my-neck.html' title='Dear Acne (on my neck),'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-1111906110055035246</id><published>2009-03-27T15:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:32:02.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am perfectly fine, seriously. I still have this beautiful smile plastered on my face! Right on! I'm a strong girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ehtangakapalaeeeeh! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most stupid thing about relationships is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they love you when they see you but when they don’t, they flirt with someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Stay mad as long as you can because once you’re not mad anymore, it hurts. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It hurts like hell and once it hurts that bad, you can’t make yourself mad anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every relationship, even friendship, is bound to fall apart when you start keeping things. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Secrets don’t destroy everything, LYING does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A good apology has 3 parts: I’m sorry, It was my fault and How do I make it right? Sadly, A LOT of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people usually miss the 3rd part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how we try to be mature, we will always be a kid when we all get hurt and cry...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All this time, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have been looking for reasons to stay&lt;/span&gt; when there are million of reasons slapped on my face for me to go.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes loving could be very painful. But it’s so amazing to know that no matter how hard it is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loving someone is still the simplest and best reason why we find ourselves smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;If you look inside a girl’s heart and see how much she cries. You’ll find secrets. Promises and lies.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; But what you’ll see most is how hard she tries to stay strong; When nothing is right and everything’s wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He is my self-inflicted pain. A preposterous diversion. A momentary bliss. My blameworthy experience. My poisonous religion. He is my annoyance, and yet he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;remains&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to be my only happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-1111906110055035246?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/1111906110055035246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=1111906110055035246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/1111906110055035246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/1111906110055035246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-perfectly-fine-seriously-i-still.html' title='I am perfectly fine, seriously. I still have this beautiful smile plastered on my face! Right on! I&apos;m a strong girl.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-6817845390878436633</id><published>2009-03-26T13:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:23:23.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy, look what you've done to me.</title><content type='html'>Another day another heartache.--&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;I cried for hours today thinking about your kiss, your touch, the laughs we shared, and so much more…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;I truly HATE how much I love you,&lt;br /&gt;you (fucking) asshole.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&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/8993487642025802673-6817845390878436633?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/6817845390878436633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=6817845390878436633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/6817845390878436633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/6817845390878436633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/boy-look-what-youve-done-to-me.html' title='Boy, look what you&apos;ve done to me.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-5234631463113126696</id><published>2009-03-25T17:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:52:46.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The cure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Got my hair cut! My hair hasn’t been THISSHORT since… grade school, I think? Ang gaan-gaan sa ulo! Haha! =D&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Will post pics over the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiiit, ang sarap ng feeling magka-new look, seryoso! Makeover lang pala ang kasagutan sa heartaches eh! Nyahaha! Try it, you guys! Wooh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, dahil natuwa ako mashado, itutuloy-tuloy ko na to: mani-pedi, waxing, massage, facial, teeth cleaning, hair dye-&lt;i style=""&gt;ing&lt;/i&gt;, (and whatever more I could think of) before we go to Canda-- siyempre para pa-cute sa pictures! Yey! =D &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay, sige, bye na! Nasa lib lang ako and my next class starts in 15 minutes so I need to go already!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.S. Pervie, pervie, pervie alert!!! Grabe, kadiri tong katabi ko… ewan ko kung prof to o ano pero ang tanda nya tapos tingin sya ng tingin sa porn pics! Eww, eww, eww! =S&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/8993487642025802673-5234631463113126696?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/5234631463113126696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=5234631463113126696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/5234631463113126696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/5234631463113126696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/cure.html' title='The cure.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-3440979381165137721</id><published>2009-03-24T18:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:21:43.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because like Yaya's, everybody needs a day-off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CPE Test day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wish me luck!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, for the shortness of this entry. While waiting for my next one, why don't you try to visit "&lt;a href="http://notalwaysright.com/"&gt;Not Always Right&lt;/a&gt;" first-- just like FMLife.com, it's one of my most fave sites to browse through too when I need some good laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-3440979381165137721?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/3440979381165137721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=3440979381165137721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/3440979381165137721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/3440979381165137721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-like-yayas-everybody-needs-day.html' title='Because like Yaya&apos;s, everybody needs a day-off.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-3516629149150934849</id><published>2009-03-23T17:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:13:56.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wai, I am an attention whore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Because we all need ego boosts at times!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"¡Hola senyora, usted es tan caliente!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a friend of mine from back home left a message on my cbox a few months ago, and the day after that, here is what I got from my Friendster inbox:*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SclY4CSSJAI/AAAAAAAAAg0/zwLN3exJhlA/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_01+Dec.+11+11.10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SclY4CSSJAI/AAAAAAAAAg0/zwLN3exJhlA/s400/ScreenHunter_01+Dec.+11+11.10.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316878554797057026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sama mo pinsan mo! Labas tayo, libre ko."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ano uwi ka na o kain muna tayo? Sige na, kahit sandali lang, gutom na ko eh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sabi ko na nga ba eh! Parang taga-LaSalle ka kasi kung magsalita ka eh."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-3516629149150934849?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/3516629149150934849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=3516629149150934849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/3516629149150934849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/3516629149150934849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/wai-i-am-attention-whore.html' title='Wai, I am an attention whore!'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SclY4CSSJAI/AAAAAAAAAg0/zwLN3exJhlA/s72-c/ScreenHunter_01+Dec.+11+11.10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-117937614885260084</id><published>2009-03-22T15:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:49:33.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It hurts, but I haven't cried (YET!).</title><content type='html'>Schoolworks + Brokenheart = DISASTER.&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR! That formula beats any algebraic equation's ass! Rawr! Why don't they teach us that at school instead, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;The worst part of getting your heart broken is the fact that despite all the school works piled up on your lap, despite the tedious Accounting problems you have to solve, despite the crippled up organizer you have, despite the CPE Exam you need to take this Tuesday which you still haven't studied for, despite keeping yourself locked up in the thought of moving on, still, you find thoughts wandering back to that person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;thinking about the might have been’s,&lt;br /&gt;all your plans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then your mind just goes blank again. And you end up realizing the fact that you are not with him now, and that there’s a life ahead of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am writing because I need to get this out. It has only been a few days, but I saw it coming a little bit over a week ago. We still talk and text each other but I don’t know if it’s helping us. I mean, I know for sure, it isn't for me 'cause I still get that glimpse of hope of wanting us to get back together which is Superbad (for him, anyway!). However, certain instances convince me that we are better off as friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hay!&lt;br /&gt;But how do you become friends with someone whom you thought would be THE one for you? I am still trapped in the labyrinth of despair, or hopelessness, of broken dreams and shattered heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want to scream out loudly, "I STILL LOVE YOU!" despite everything that’s been said and done but I’m afraid it’ll only complicate things. It’s different now, I guess. But at least I still have his favorite cap, which I'm not returning IF EVER he asks for it back! Loool! The NY Yankees' cap he was wearing when we first met at school. He lent it to me for me to wear when it was raining, that one day I didn't have a hoodie or an umbrella with me. I forgot to return it to him when we parted streets and I was supposed to bring it back to him the next day but he said I could keep it, so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve been exuding that positive vibe ever since the "breakup" (because we weren't OFFICIALLY TOGETHER-TOGETHER) but the fact is, it’s merely a mask. I’m trying to conceal the fact that I feel like a loser. I can give off advices to everyone without having the guts to apply it in my own life. I’ve been there for the people who needed me, but I am not there for myself. I can help heal my friends’ broken hearts, but I don’t know how I can fix mine. And I end up always like this. As in, palaging-palagi nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;It’s frustrating as it can be! How can I fall so hard and not notice that I’m completely, utterly lost in memories. HAAAAY, MEMORIES!!! I open my bag, and I find little pieces, like gum foils, reminding me of him. I walk home alone and it reminds me of how we used to walk home together. I cross the street and it reminds me that his house is just one street apart from ours. I smell his cap, and it reminds me of the smell of his room. I go to school and our previous classmates ask me, "How's Christian?" Even when I look at my bilbils, I am reminded of him, because of the chocolates he gave me. Rawr! Everything seems to have that tinge of him… and the truth is, I can’t take it anymore. =((&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-117937614885260084?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/117937614885260084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=117937614885260084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/117937614885260084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/117937614885260084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-hurts-but-i-havent-cried-yet.html' title='It hurts, but I haven&apos;t cried (YET!).'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-156024808807597388</id><published>2009-03-21T07:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T07:33:00.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As if I had a choice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whaaat? And that helps me, how?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"I don't... nothing. I'm just saying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Whatever, I'll just go. Thanks for bringing me home anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"I'm sorr..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(slams door in his face- hard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You should be!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And that was how the fairytale ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for happy ever afters or true love's kisses. So much for knight in shining armors or being each others' brand of heroine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because just like the cloud formation we were trying to decipher a few days ago, your love too, my darling, had fleeted somewhere else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-156024808807597388?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/156024808807597388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=156024808807597388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/156024808807597388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/156024808807597388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-if-i-had-choice.html' title='As if I had a choice.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-6080539589100881607</id><published>2009-03-20T19:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:48:42.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A girl only needs three things in her life:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. Love to make her weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2. Alcohol to make her strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;3. Friends to pick her up when the first two make her hit the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://files.abovetopsecret.com/uploads/ats41738_Big_Thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 148px;" src="http://files.abovetopsecret.com/uploads/ats41738_Big_Thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good job, You!&lt;br /&gt;Good freakin' job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’m a big girl.&lt;br /&gt;I can handle the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you said I dish it out... Well guess what I can swallow it too. I am not just putting up a front. Not just going around telling you how I feel to hear lies back. I’ve found the words now. And now all it seems is that you want to stay shut. Not tell me the things I need to know-- but the thing is... I already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half the stuff, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hear the words come from your mouth. Tell me you love me but you’ll never love me the way I love you. Tell me the truth. Give it to me raw. I can handle it! Because it's so hard to accept things that haven’t been put on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so fuckin' hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-6080539589100881607?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/6080539589100881607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=6080539589100881607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/6080539589100881607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/6080539589100881607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/girl-only-needs-three-things-in-her.html' title='A girl only needs three things in her life:'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-5811172016582418165</id><published>2009-03-19T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:46:00.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6th month curse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I KNEW IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I KNEW IT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I KNEW IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clipartof.com/images/emoticons/xsmall2/1221_blue.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 47px; height: 47px;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/emoticons/xsmall2/1221_blue.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-5811172016582418165?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/5811172016582418165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=5811172016582418165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/5811172016582418165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/5811172016582418165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/6th-month-curse.html' title='6th month curse.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-3320862469908866842</id><published>2009-03-18T17:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:46:51.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosas que me hacen feliz cuando I' el coger de m triste:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314641171055641394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/ScFl_KVwAzI/AAAAAAAAAgk/1Bf6Yp7da1M/s400/zk20pNFf7kvmhoqwSxS03P7Uo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt; iSexist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314641164286287954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/ScFl-xHz4FI/AAAAAAAAAgc/xPICVgn8Mj4/s400/zk20pNFf7ku4c3bzz11xEpoxo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bad ass notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314641166331666610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/ScFl-4vd4LI/AAAAAAAAAgU/riBvzVhex6I/s400/zk20pNFf7kt9syytPmDwgn0Ro1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;iDemoralize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314641160211776898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/ScFl-h8XxYI/AAAAAAAAAgM/3HJLSMXY6uQ/s400/zk20pNFf7kt9sg68u2wZ4q6Yo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though I haven't seen any Star Wars movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314641147118495378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 372px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/ScFl9xKsJpI/AAAAAAAAAgE/iJ8aoOMAR2E/s400/zk20pNFf7kn01s32vGSn9bQvo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Australian kiss? Like a French Kiss, only down under.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314640894241685122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/ScFlvDIKPoI/AAAAAAAAAf8/GN9-A1FkjCI/s400/zk20pNFf7k8rj7437vsZDU6ao1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Excellent product placement!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314640894386549202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/ScFlvDqssdI/AAAAAAAAAf0/XsZcyfbjrNE/s400/zk20pNFf7jcdbxprwFPzMyrSo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Palin 2012: The world's ending anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314640893575761074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/ScFlvApZDLI/AAAAAAAAAfs/kpc8viq_pMI/s400/YzUMy9jEHdq1dg5dgBEyVeVb_500.gif.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314640889325476066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/ScFluw0C2OI/AAAAAAAAAfk/0PkKTcXsnqA/s400/3423973_deeeb7d5f904b3f05a10d5b99ec5c966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that's why Ash chooses you a lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314640887599089426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/ScFluqYcRxI/AAAAAAAAAfc/XyLqBug8Srk/s400/4xZg38YX0ktzip0xCxL17ax6o1_500.png" border="0" /&gt;Barney S. for the F win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FML:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today, I was at a Chinese restaurant, I'd forgotten my glasses and had a migraine. I was straining my eyes, squinting and rubbing my temples to alleviate my migraine. I was kicked out of the restaurant and banned henceforth because my waitress thought I was mocking her eyes. FML"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheldon Cooper:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I trusted you with my email address and you betrayed that trust by sending me Internet banalities -- Strike One. Touching my food -- Strike Two."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Greetings, Hamburger Toucher. You are probably wondering why you cannot IM with your little friends about how much you "heart" various things." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I really don't think this is the kind of thing Jesus concerns himself with."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BADVIBES!BADVIBES!!BADVIBES!!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63x2pamd_PI/RzyM8DzfE9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/tNoXTwGv9_Q/s200/AngryEmoticon1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-3320862469908866842?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/3320862469908866842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=3320862469908866842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/3320862469908866842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/3320862469908866842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/cosas-que-me-hacen-feliz-cuando-i-el.html' title='Cosas que me hacen feliz cuando I&apos; el coger de m triste:'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/ScFl_KVwAzI/AAAAAAAAAgk/1Bf6Yp7da1M/s72-c/zk20pNFf7kvmhoqwSxS03P7Uo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-1576876767523032196</id><published>2009-03-17T09:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:35:04.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Falto mi vieja vida--</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3a3pXoPVI/AAAAAAAAAes/-WGtdCJSESE/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 105px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3a3pXoPVI/AAAAAAAAAes/-WGtdCJSESE/s200/ScreenHunter_014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313643784899673426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3a3ZIwgkI/AAAAAAAAAec/AXJ-P_LrxVo/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 104px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3a3ZIwgkI/AAAAAAAAAec/AXJ-P_LrxVo/s200/ScreenHunter_010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313643780542333506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3a3UgkvjI/AAAAAAAAAek/Q72419OoRz4/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 104px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3a3UgkvjI/AAAAAAAAAek/Q72419OoRz4/s200/ScreenHunter_011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313643779300048434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3a3XqHdGI/AAAAAAAAAeU/IbrI3k-vqP8/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 105px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3a3XqHdGI/AAAAAAAAAeU/IbrI3k-vqP8/s200/ScreenHunter_035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313643780145378402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3a3ZgxHfI/AAAAAAAAAeM/CQRyxExajkA/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 104px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3a3ZgxHfI/AAAAAAAAAeM/CQRyxExajkA/s200/ScreenHunter_009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313643780643036658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I miss my old life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I miss the old me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3ZqdYcFDI/AAAAAAAAAdE/lYr6PW4-lHY/s1600-h/22730754463889l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3ZqdYcFDI/AAAAAAAAAdE/lYr6PW4-lHY/s400/22730754463889l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313642458831918130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I miss our late nights by the Chapel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss going home to the dorms after midnight every school night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3aOliTliI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ByAmmnmktmk/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_07+Mar.+16+00.24.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3aOliTliI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ByAmmnmktmk/s400/ScreenHunter_07+Mar.+16+00.24.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313643079496078882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I miss, "San kayo upo?" ni Ate Brejanah, tapos may mangungulit na nagtitinda ng fake accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3aOHSV8hI/AAAAAAAAAdc/gNwOrpHIBgA/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_06+Mar.+16+00.14.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3aOHSV8hI/AAAAAAAAAdc/gNwOrpHIBgA/s400/ScreenHunter_06+Mar.+16+00.14.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313643071376060946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I miss bagyong Milenyo memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss hanging out at my boys' dorm kahit bawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3aO7vz5zI/AAAAAAAAAd0/cTHo39Vz_yA/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_09+Mar.+16+00.31.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3aO7vz5zI/AAAAAAAAAd0/cTHo39Vz_yA/s400/ScreenHunter_09+Mar.+16+00.31.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313643085458302770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I miss our multi-awarded class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss "unlimited" rice na dapat ubusin or else magagalit si Lola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3aO_0JOXI/AAAAAAAAAds/zKdo-fFOQo4/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_10+Mar.+16+00.33.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3aO_0JOXI/AAAAAAAAAds/zKdo-fFOQo4/s400/ScreenHunter_10+Mar.+16+00.33.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313643086550219122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss the first time matulog sa loob ng Chula Vista pagkatapos ng debut ni Ekai tapos nakakita ng "multo" sa loob days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Waltermarts/SMD in between classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3aPI3Li-I/AAAAAAAAAd8/ksuLbtjaxgw/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_12+Mar.+16+00.40.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3aPI3Li-I/AAAAAAAAAd8/ksuLbtjaxgw/s400/ScreenHunter_12+Mar.+16+00.40.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313643088978873314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss my "surprise" despedida party/sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss roadtrips with Honda URZ413.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3ZrN9q2VI/AAAAAAAAAdU/VHfyTpNztmA/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_05+Mar.+16+00.10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3ZrN9q2VI/AAAAAAAAAdU/VHfyTpNztmA/s400/ScreenHunter_05+Mar.+16+00.10.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313642471872977234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I miss making siksik 8 people inside my Civic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3ZqhK_jkI/AAAAAAAAAdM/X6sSqLHWGe4/s1600-h/arte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3ZqhK_jkI/AAAAAAAAAdM/X6sSqLHWGe4/s400/arte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313642459849264706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I miss bodyshots nung outing nung first year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Deerland (USA) dorms, with the kitties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3ZpS2RNzI/AAAAAAAAAc0/5EWkkTMLebk/s1600-h/IMGP3185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3ZpS2RNzI/AAAAAAAAAc0/5EWkkTMLebk/s400/IMGP3185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313642438824376114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I miss watching porn sa cellphone sa may tapat ng building na parang kulungan ng kabayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3ZqKU523I/AAAAAAAAAc8/C6e9_XsHjTU/s1600-h/IMGP3220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3ZqKU523I/AAAAAAAAAc8/C6e9_XsHjTU/s400/IMGP3220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313642453716818802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I miss, "I can walk from there to here!" moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the drama that started everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3aiKOZf7I/AAAAAAAAAeE/_HaV3T6GVn0/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_13+Mar.+16+00.47.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3aiKOZf7I/AAAAAAAAAeE/_HaV3T6GVn0/s400/ScreenHunter_13+Mar.+16+00.47.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313643415762206642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss the First Day High &amp;amp; Housemates ni Kuya club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I MISS BSN1-8/2-8.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS LASALLE &amp;amp; MY COLLEGE LIFE IN THE PHILIPPINES.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-1576876767523032196?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/1576876767523032196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=1576876767523032196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/1576876767523032196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/1576876767523032196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/falto-mi-vieja-vida.html' title='Falto mi vieja vida--'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3a3pXoPVI/AAAAAAAAAes/-WGtdCJSESE/s72-c/ScreenHunter_014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-2595757774337579602</id><published>2009-03-16T14:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:55:00.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alapaap.</title><content type='html'>Gusto mo bang (gusto mo bang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Gusto mo bang (gusto mo bang)&lt;br /&gt;Gusto mo bang (gusto mo bang)&lt;br /&gt;Gusto mo bang (gusto mo bang)&lt;br /&gt;Gusto mo bang (gusto mo bang)&lt;br /&gt;Gusto mo bang (gusto mo bang)&lt;br /&gt;Gusto mo bang (gusto mo bang)&lt;br /&gt;Gusto mo bang (gusto mo bang)&lt;br /&gt;Sumama ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Obviously high parin ako sa Eheads! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3EeU15CSI/AAAAAAAAAcU/3R27rlX_ID0/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_01+Mar.+15+23.08.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3EeU15CSI/AAAAAAAAAcU/3R27rlX_ID0/s400/ScreenHunter_01+Mar.+15+23.08.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313619160636918050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3Ee5Dq41I/AAAAAAAAAcc/En_8KN32HUI/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_02+Mar.+15+23.08.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3Ee5Dq41I/AAAAAAAAAcc/En_8KN32HUI/s400/ScreenHunter_02+Mar.+15+23.08.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313619170358387538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3EeyD2JfI/AAAAAAAAAck/g9o6ObaVLg4/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_03+Mar.+15+23.09.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3EeyD2JfI/AAAAAAAAAck/g9o6ObaVLg4/s400/ScreenHunter_03+Mar.+15+23.09.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313619168480077298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3EfOB0oqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/yPPBv7hWw6A/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_04+Mar.+15+23.09.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3EfOB0oqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/yPPBv7hWw6A/s400/ScreenHunter_04+Mar.+15+23.09.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313619175987782306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so tuloy na tuloy na talaga. HUHU! I really want to go!!! =(  Meron na nga akong map papuntang bahay nila Cedu-- naka Google Earth pa. Okay, so kulang nalang eroplano papunta dun, sinong pwedeng magprovide? Hay! Kung kasing yaman ko lang talaga si Warren Buffett maski isang araw lang eh. Meow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just made myself happy by re-arranging my make-up kits. That's right, kits, with an S. I have 4 actually. Two, I bring to school with me and the other 2 stay at home. I cleaned my brushes and threw out some old mascaras (HUHU! ANG HIRAP GAWIN!). And kakabili ko lang din kasi ng bago: foundation, powder, concealer, eyeshadows; so I had to make kalikot them for them to all fit. Lalang, natuwa na ko dun. And guess what, I got new undies from VC... for freeeeee!!! And they're black-- teh sexxxy! Haha! Ah, the perks of being an Angel cardholder. Pictures? Next time nalang, 'cause I'm soooo tamad. Haha. Ano pa ba? I got a lot of Zzzz's today 'cause our 8am class was cancelled. Ayun, ang saya! =P  Okay, yun nalang muna. Bye! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-2595757774337579602?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/2595757774337579602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=2595757774337579602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2595757774337579602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2595757774337579602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/alapaap.html' title='Alapaap.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sb3EeU15CSI/AAAAAAAAAcU/3R27rlX_ID0/s72-c/ScreenHunter_01+Mar.+15+23.08.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-4180344980417939561</id><published>2009-03-15T21:55:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:51:50.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top ten things (us) women shouldn’t do in public.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Apply Full Make-Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Okay, look. Refreshing your lip gloss after a meal is one thing, but putting your whole face on while riding the bus or subway is so not cool. Set your alarm ten minutes earlier, and do your makeup before you leave your apartment. A woman has to retain a little mystique, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Pull out Your Thong from Your Butt Crack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If it’s so uncomfortable in the first place that you have to go digging in places you really shouldn’t, maybe it’s time to switch to underwear with a little more coverage, hmm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;3. Sit Cross-Legged While Wearing a Skirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Show Off Your Midriff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care if you’ve got washboard abs, if you could bounce a quarter of your belly, or if you’re only sixteen. Unless you’re on the beach, at the pool, or working for tips, no one, I mean &lt;i&gt;no one&lt;/i&gt;, should be running around with an exposed midriff. It’s just not classy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Talk on Your Phone in a Public Bathroom or Dressing Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathrooms and dressing rooms are sort of like Vegas. What happens in them should stay in them, and you with your phone broadcasting every sound to God knows who and subjecting the rest of us to some inane conversation that can absolutely wait until you no longer have your pants around the ankles is not honoring that sacred code.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Ask Your Boyfriend If He Loves You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s uncomfortable for him; it’s uncomfortable for us. Save your strange pillow talk for when you’re horizontal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Tweeze Errant Hairs or Pop a Pimple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I understand the temptation of removing any evidence that you’re less than perfect, doing so in public not only underscores your imperfections, it makes you look, well, kinda nasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Criticize Your Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, he may deserve it—especially if he’s treating a waitress like crap or ogling other women, but there’s a time and a place for everything and in public when everyone can hear your private conversation is &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Adjust the Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve all been there before: a boob slips below your underwire or heads too closely to your armpit, but until you find a private spot, resist the urge to reach into your bra and readjust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;10. Pee All Over the Toilet Seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; If you do happen to have bad aim, remember the old adage: I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;f you sprinkle when you tinkle, please be neat and wipe the seat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Loool, wala lang! It was from my friend, Maica, and I reposted it 'cause it made me laugh. Haha! All of the above ako eh!! Sorry na! Haha! Ay, except number 2 pala-- never! 'Cause my butt's always busog! Haha! =P Gets? Kasi diba pag kinakain yung undies, sinasabi natin "gutom." Haha! Hirap naman ng buhay na to o, kailangan pa ipaliwanag yun joke! Haha! =P  AY ATSAKA 10 PALA... OMG, I've never done that! Eugh! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, highway, skyway, flyaway... I'm so pagod. And I just can't believe that I was at school today. I have NEVER been at school on a Sunday- ever. Unless you count siguro the sleepover we had when I was in 1st grade ata... but that doesn't count 'cause I was a girlscout then. So yun nga. I had to print more or less a hundred pages of readings for my Accounting class, but our library only allows students to print a maximum of 15 pages per student a day. Pero since I'm the shizzz, wala manlang nagbawal sakin! Haha! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at school today 'cause I had to attend the workshop for my CPE Exam (which I'll be taking next Tuesday: pray for me!!!). I really hope I pass it, 'cause if not, I wouldn't be able to graduate on time. Rawr! Okay, positive thinking lang dapat... I WILL PASS IT; and not only will I pass it but I will PD it-- "PD" daw kasi is the code for when you pass it with flying colors. Hmm, it seemed easy naman, so we'll see, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalang, I'm sad. Namimiss ko na si Christian... mag 1 week ko na sya hindi nakikita eh. Grr. Eyehateit. Partida, magkatabi pa kami ng street nyan nakatira ah. HUHU! Hirap kasi ng sched. =((  But I understand, priorities are priorities... he has his work, and I have my school- must put that above everything else. Bakit kasi lumipat pa eh. Hmmmm... So yun. But okay lang, the cute bus driver made up for it by constantly checking me out on the bus' rearview mirror. Lalang, saya maka-ego boost. Hehe. Sorry, malandi lang ako talaga! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have been watching videos of Ehead's final reunion concert in YT! Waah, I love them!!! Epic talaga sila. Sayang... =( But, well, all good things must come to an end naman talaga- just like The Beatles, diba? Ho-hum. Okay, I'm gonna end this now 'cause I have school NA NAMAN tomorrow! Grr! Grabe second week palang tamad na tamad nako! Haha! Ganito ba talaga pag graduating??? SENIORITIS???!!!??? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-4180344980417939561?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/4180344980417939561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=4180344980417939561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/4180344980417939561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/4180344980417939561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/top-ten-things-us-women-shouldnt-do-in.html' title='Top ten things (us) women shouldn’t do in public.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-7213517493555845686</id><published>2009-03-14T21:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:36:25.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie Tearjerky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So the first week just ended, and I've finally met all of my new teachers/classmates. I like my Oral Communications class the best (classmate-wise; I don't like our prof that much!) because we're all talkative and hyper even though our class starts at 8 in the morning. Haha! Hmm, must be the coffee! I have also met a bunch of cool, new people- potential friends that I talk to at class, but sadly, I've been eating lunch alone again- GRR! Christian kasi, why'd you have to make lipat pa! Booo! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Principles of Management class naman is okay. No friends (YET!) at this class, but the prof is really nice, although kind of weird at the same time. He's Asian, I know and I'm assuming that 'cause he's singkit... I just haven't figured out yet if he's Chinese or Japanese or Korean. But his surname is Yoon, so Chinese, probably?!? The first meetings were boring, absent pa sya the 2nd day kaya we had to answer some stupid essay questions na hindi naman pala graded. Kainis 'cause sayang my time no! Sana nagsabi nalang sya na hindi sya papasok. Rawr! But okay lang, nakakaganti naman kami kasi tawa lang kami ng tawa sa accent nya lalo na pag hindi namin sya maintindihan. Haha! Sama no? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, my Computer class was okay. I like the teacher, only he's just a little bit too madaldal for me. Other than that, everything's fine naman. Syempre libre internet eh! Nakakapag-Plurk ako! =P  Loool! Tapos the other day pa I was Facebook-chatting with one of my bestest friends in CSA, Karla and two of my bestest friends in LaSalle, Eman and Migs too! Haha! My classmates are really nice, and we formed some kind of "group" na there. First time ko magka-friend na Russian!! Haha! He's cute, tapos Multilingual (5 languages) pa... okay na sana eh, kaso nung first day nakita ko may cliffhanger sya inside his nose. Nyahaha! Wala, fail na agad! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At eto, kung boys at boys lang ang paguusapan, winner na winner ang Marketing class ko. HAHA! Diverse kung diverse eh! =D  I don't know their names, pero there's Chinito boy-- who has a very, very sexy Korean accent; sarap lang eh! Haha! The Black dude which is soo papable 'cause he always comes in his work clothes- fierce! And this American boy na kahawig ni Z. Efron! Haha! Sweaaaar, yung buhok nya naka brush-up pa! =P  I like my teacher there too, si Sir John Marino- parang Filipino lang yung name no, pero he's puuuure white! =))  Overall, I like this class 'cause a lot of my classmates here were my classmates before so meron ng instant buddies! Haha! And they kept on asking me kung kamusta na si Christian... Eeeh, kilig naman ako! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 7 classes all in all for this Semester, but I'm taking only 5 for this Session para sa Session 2 na yung last two. I just met with my Accounting 2 class a while ago. Spanish na naman yung prof ko! Haha! Sabi ko na nga ba eh, parang yung prof ko lang dati for Accounting 1. Nakakatuwa sila kasi pareho style nila- naninindak sa first meeting! Parang Mafia's lang magsalita eh, eh hindi naman sila Italian! Nyahaha! =P  But I know deep inside they're really nice. Helloooo, my Dad kaya is Spanish! Ganun lang sila. Haha! Funny pa nung prof ko kanina, he reminded me of Dr. House kasi mura sya ng mura and ang bossy nya tapos iika-ika sya maglakad kasi naka-cast yung paa nya (sa Monday pa daw tatangalin). Wala lang! Haha! Wish ko lang pumasa ako dito, wala na kasi si Chris, my "tutor." HUHU! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick recap of how my first school week (Spring Semester) went. Madami-dami pa sana akong gustong i-share kaso I don't wanna bore you guys with all the workload I need to do na agad (ang saya no, first week palang yun: pressure!!!). And I'm really tired too so natamad narin ako magsulat pa. Haha! 7 days nga ako papasok this week eh! Pero this week lang naman, 'cause tomorrow, I have this review class for the CPE Exam I'm gonna be taking. So yun. Hay, okay, better hit the sheets now. Night, you! =*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-7213517493555845686?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/7213517493555845686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=7213517493555845686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/7213517493555845686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/7213517493555845686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-first-week-just-ended-and-ive.html' title='Julie Tearjerky.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-4085350212870643577</id><published>2009-03-13T20:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:12:06.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone worth knowing.</title><content type='html'>Some of my fave stand up comedians are Chris Rock, Robin Williams, Ray Romano and Jerry Seinfeld; but I knew all of them as TV/Movie stars first before I found out that they started as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.noblepr.co.uk/Press_Releases/vdi/images/russell_peters/pack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.noblepr.co.uk/Press_Releases/vdi/images/russell_peters/pack.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just a few days ago, my Mom brought home a DVD of this guy, &lt;a href="http://www.russellpeters.com/"&gt;Russell Peters&lt;/a&gt;. The DVD was borrowed from my Mom's co-worker because he kept on telling my Mom that it was the funniest show he has ever seen. I've never heard of him before so I thought it was just another one of those overrated artists. The DVD remained untouched above our cable box until last Monday, when my Mom remembered that she still has it. We watched it after we had our dinner, and well, I know this is such an overused expression of mine but, I LOVED IT! An hour and a half of pure, genuine laughtrip moments! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GsoWXlSH4tU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GsoWXlSH4tU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(A random sketch I found of him in YT.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a real comic genius (for me)!!! A lot of his jokes are green-- which is why I love it all the more! Haha! =D  And he can make a great Filipino accent too: "Putangina nitong bumbay na to!" HAHA! Seriously, he said that on the DVD we watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun lang, I just wanted to share with you guys my new favorite person! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-4085350212870643577?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/4085350212870643577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=4085350212870643577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/4085350212870643577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/4085350212870643577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/someone-worth-knowing.html' title='Someone worth knowing.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-4432513255950497542</id><published>2009-03-12T09:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:38:09.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna run through the halls of my highschool.</title><content type='html'>My Senior class (4J) in CSA will be having a reunion sometime at the end of this month. I really wanna go, but obviously, I can't. HUHU. Karla Estilles, YOU HAVE TO GO FOR ME!!! =))  Babes, kailangan mo makita si HMMHMM! =P  Lalala... Landiin mo tapos balitaan mo ko pagpunta mo dito! Eeeeh!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAAY. 4 years narin pala:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzY4OTY5NzkwOTMmcHQ9MTIzNjg5NzAxNDY4NyZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPTBlNmM1YWFlNmZlZTRhNDc4ZGFhYjZlNDI3YzgxYmRk.gif" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/notebook.swf" style="width: 240px; height: 117px;" height="117" width="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/notebook.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=19376500&amp;amp;path=2009/03/12&amp;amp;mycolor=FF70C1&amp;amp;mycolor2=CC52C4&amp;amp;mycolor3=8748C7&amp;amp;autoplay=true&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=11&amp;amp;grad=true&amp;amp;ow=240&amp;amp;oh=117"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbmFZT1AvMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xlr8MrMHhIY/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_01+Mar.+12+17.42.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbmFZT1AvMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xlr8MrMHhIY/s400/ScreenHunter_01+Mar.+12+17.42.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312423905326054594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbmFZRXN9aI/AAAAAAAAAcE/zftJBWBee40/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_02+Mar.+12+17.48.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbmFZRXN9aI/AAAAAAAAAcE/zftJBWBee40/s400/ScreenHunter_02+Mar.+12+17.48.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312423904664221090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbmFZLkZ3DI/AAAAAAAAAb8/dhTtEra9og8/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_03+Mar.+12+17.55.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbmFZLkZ3DI/AAAAAAAAAb8/dhTtEra9og8/s400/ScreenHunter_03+Mar.+12+17.55.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312423903108914226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbSb2WjGFuI/AAAAAAAAAZc/UuT7NnSJ1sU/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282378%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbSb2WjGFuI/AAAAAAAAAZc/UuT7NnSJ1sU/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282378%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311041218644678370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OUR YEARBOOK:&lt;br /&gt;(My write-up)--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nadine... Nadz... Baby Dindin... daming kwento... ang tining ng boses...  mabait... friendly &amp;amp; funny... madaling pakisamahan &amp;amp; masarap kausap... loves Pucca and Paulfrank... kulit... sayang kasama... cute... rosy cheeks... blushgirl, di na kailangan ng blush... kissable... bubbly... laging naka-smile... mahilig sa chocnut... crazy, sexy, cool... smiling face... masarap kabiruan... asteeg... aliw... the bomb... caring, sweet lady... happy-go-lucky... cute ng mga accessories... ultra beauty... mahilig sa picture nya... maputi... matangkad... Goddess Aphrodite... boymagnet... galing kumanta, feeling chorale... artistahin... tawa ng tawa... cheerful... very good friend... mahilig mag-make face na cute... future beauty queen... makakapagpasigla ng araw... girly... hyper... parang proton- hindi negative at laging fully charged... maraming nagmamahal... trustworthy... daming fun memories ng BC with her... Cavite girl... telebabad... a true person... big hearted... one-in-a-million... friend till the end... di nangiiwan sa ere... daming crush... Charlie's Angels... kulot... magugulatin... the best... daming kiliti... madrama minsan... NewYork... magaling magbigay ng advice... bibbo... solid Bedo's Clan!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbSb3Aq5zVI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2jSvP2JOb1k/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282381%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbSb3Aq5zVI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2jSvP2JOb1k/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282381%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311041229951716690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MY SUPERKLASSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbSb3F3DndI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/hAx7ScwMl-Q/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282382%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbSb3F3DndI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/hAx7ScwMl-Q/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282382%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311041231344868818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(One of) My fave teacher/adviser, Sir Nacion;&lt;br /&gt;and our fave co-adviser, Sir Ebaeguin.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAH! Nostalgia!!!&lt;br /&gt;I MISS! I MISS! I MISS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.msnhiddenemoticons.com/Library/extra_large/skyrock/default/crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://www.msnhiddenemoticons.com/Library/extra_large/skyrock/default/crying.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-4432513255950497542?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/4432513255950497542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=4432513255950497542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/4432513255950497542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/4432513255950497542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wanna-run-through-halls-of-my.html' title='I wanna run through the halls of my highschool.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbmFZT1AvMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xlr8MrMHhIY/s72-c/ScreenHunter_01+Mar.+12+17.42.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-5045941082309875198</id><published>2009-03-11T13:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:01:54.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdest pick-up lines (in one day!).</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From a Man of Color:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Would you like to be my prom date?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm flattered that you think I look like your age, but dude, I don't wanna be convicted with phedo! Lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From a Pinoy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Where do you get your hair done?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Haha! WTF?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wai? Wai? What is up with that?&lt;br /&gt;And why do I always get those on bus stops?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-5045941082309875198?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/5045941082309875198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=5045941082309875198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/5045941082309875198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/5045941082309875198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/weirdest-pick-up-lines-in-one-day.html' title='Weirdest pick-up lines (in one day!).'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-9114910265268338756</id><published>2009-03-10T10:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:55:00.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP, Master.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bT1YacXIrSw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bT1YacXIrSw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Some are friends and some are foes,&lt;br /&gt;Some have some while some have most.&lt;br /&gt;Every color and every hue,&lt;br /&gt;Is represented by me and you.&lt;br /&gt;Take a slide in the slope,&lt;br /&gt;Take a look in the kaleidoscope.&lt;br /&gt;Spinnin' round, make it twirl.&lt;br /&gt;In this kaleidoscope world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You might think it's weird but I am crying right now.  I just found out, like two minutes ago, that he had passed away through &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sNiEy8ZLnxo"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt;. I cannot believe it! And he was so young. =((  Last week pa pala? That's what I get for doing the *mark all as read* thing in Plurk and barely browsing through my friends' Multiply updates. Damn it, I wish we have TFC!!! ='((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad. I may not know his family personally, but through some friends (like Camille and Abbie) and through some of their &amp;amp; others' personal blogs (like Nica P. and Chuvaness), I have gotten to know Francis, Pia, Maxx, Frank, Saab (and the others) a little bit deeper. I feel for them because I know how it's like to lose a Dad. It's hard. It's just plain hard, period. I'm just so sad right now. I wish there was some way I could appease them but since I'm a thousand miles away, all I can do is give all of them my heartfelt condolences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you, FM! I know you're looking down on all of us with a smile on your face. Say hi to my Dad and my Lola for me! =''')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. From Chuvaness' blog--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The atmosphere was light. His family, though tired, had smiles. I was told he died peacefully with Pia singing to him in the ICU, when he flatlined."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=''')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-9114910265268338756?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/9114910265268338756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=9114910265268338756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/9114910265268338756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/9114910265268338756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/rip-master.html' title='RIP, Master.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-5570406668244162635</id><published>2009-03-09T10:16:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:16:00.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My bag is packed, I'm ready to go (to school!).</title><content type='html'>First day of Spring Session 1!!! Woooo!!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What's inside my schoolbag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9TaDIDcI/AAAAAAAAAXs/-BX7JC14y6c/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282383%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9TaDIDcI/AAAAAAAAAXs/-BX7JC14y6c/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282383%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311007632940076482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9Trd54hI/AAAAAAAAAX0/my-7p7ps2cc/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282384%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9Trd54hI/AAAAAAAAAX0/my-7p7ps2cc/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282384%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311007637615796754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9Tjb8KLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/GHEThyXOq_Q/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282385%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9Tjb8KLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/GHEThyXOq_Q/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282385%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311007635460073650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new schoolbag!!! I'm sooo into anything with animal prints right now! Isn't she a beauty? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9T7SMplI/AAAAAAAAAYE/y2ORFBNs_wM/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282386%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9T7SMplI/AAAAAAAAAYE/y2ORFBNs_wM/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282386%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311007641861662290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New notebooks. Looovette!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9UIO2uoI/AAAAAAAAAYM/4NDUWXYxJkc/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282387%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9UIO2uoI/AAAAAAAAAYM/4NDUWXYxJkc/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282387%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311007645337303682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new organizer &amp;amp; the colored pencils I use to write on it (which I had since 4th year high school!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneak peak of some of my entries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9lURIsdI/AAAAAAAAAYU/sJAsE1_qeTo/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282388%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9lURIsdI/AAAAAAAAAYU/sJAsE1_qeTo/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282388%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311007940625871314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9lr5vVSI/AAAAAAAAAYc/hv2IC5XoXUc/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282389%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9lr5vVSI/AAAAAAAAAYc/hv2IC5XoXUc/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282389%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311007946970191138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Welcome Page." =P&lt;br /&gt;I drew the angel to represent me, but it ended up looking like Jen Aniston. Agree? Haha! I suck at arts! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9l4mlMPI/AAAAAAAAAYk/zPxRn82gUcM/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282390%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9l4mlMPI/AAAAAAAAAYk/zPxRn82gUcM/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282390%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311007950379495666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first entry for the year... because we celebrated New Years' at Tangers (Outlet). =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9mT0KE9I/AAAAAAAAAY0/EXI2ypueZNY/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282392%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9mT0KE9I/AAAAAAAAAY0/EXI2ypueZNY/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282392%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311007957684196306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9mIW_M7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/FIJdgR9nIWY/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282391%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9mIW_M7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/FIJdgR9nIWY/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282391%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311007954609058738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do they make YOU feel? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Victoria's angels are my thinspirations, yo! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9ytKX7NI/AAAAAAAAAY8/p8mTSi9cdhM/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282393%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9ytKX7NI/AAAAAAAAAY8/p8mTSi9cdhM/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282393%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311008170646695122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's a good thing that they mistake me as one of them. But sometimes, it just gets tiring to say "I don't speak Spanish." over and over again, all the time... Besides, I'M PINOOOOY!!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9zH7oaII/AAAAAAAAAZE/FpPHCGIEMdI/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282394%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9zH7oaII/AAAAAAAAAZE/FpPHCGIEMdI/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282394%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311008177832618114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause SOME PEOPLE just can't seem to comprehend this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9zZ3XDAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/EGR6xij0e5o/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282395%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9zZ3XDAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/EGR6xij0e5o/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282395%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311008182646541314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminders for March-- first on the list? GG new episodes! Yey! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9z28m0sI/AAAAAAAAAZU/r17BHgZOSFY/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282396%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9z28m0sI/AAAAAAAAAZU/r17BHgZOSFY/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282396%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311008190453174978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my to do list for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;K! I'm out! Byeeee! =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-5570406668244162635?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/5570406668244162635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=5570406668244162635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/5570406668244162635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/5570406668244162635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-bag-is-packed-im-ready-to-go-to.html' title='My bag is packed, I&apos;m ready to go (to school!).'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbR9TaDIDcI/AAAAAAAAAXs/-BX7JC14y6c/s72-c/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282383%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-2815042054392460554</id><published>2009-03-08T19:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:03:12.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I just love making animal sounds.</title><content type='html'>Gots me bloggie a new layy! What do you thinkies? Heehee! It's almost done, 95% I'd say. If only I could align the blog dates and titles at the left, it would be perfect! Rawr, I suck at HTML's! Haha! =)) Help me, code gods!!! Meow! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it wasn't so, but after a two-week break, we (LaGuardians) have yet to face our professors again. Boohoo! I loveddd this break-- chillaxing and all. It had been nothing but fun, fun, fun (special thanks to you, loverboy!) and although, well of course, I'm quite excited to go back 'cause it's gonna be my last semester in school, I'm dreading my classes and the schedule I'm gonna have to live with for 3 months. Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(reposted from a previous entry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SZea0RrcY3I/AAAAAAAAAVA/JGHTCdB0SCs/s1600/ScreenHunter_03%2BFeb.%2B14%2B22.57.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 648px; height: 679px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SZea0RrcY3I/AAAAAAAAAVA/JGHTCdB0SCs/s1600/ScreenHunter_03%2BFeb.%2B14%2B22.57.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays are technically pretty okay (perfect na sana if I didn't have to be there by freakin' 8 AM!!!) but I'm hating Mondays and Wednesdays... AND SATURDAYS!!! Oink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And there are also these workshops I have to attend for the contest my professor entered me in... and the meetings for my internship in June... and to top it all, the CPE review sessions and the CPE Exam (which I need to pass in order to graduate) I have to take before the end of this month. Hectiiiiic! Rawr rawr rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna be stressing out over those just yet. I still have, roughly about 12 hours (darn that DST!!!), before the new semester officially starts and I'm planning on enjoying every second of it schoolthought-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, here's my pet in PetSoc, Lolita. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbQwaxqo-yI/AAAAAAAAAXU/9TMeewLx0HE/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_11+Mar.+08+16.50.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbQwaxqo-yI/AAAAAAAAAXU/9TMeewLx0HE/s400/ScreenHunter_11+Mar.+08+16.50.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310923097143573282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cuuutiepie no? He's bakla 'cause I didn't notice the gender option when I created him! Haha! Stupid ol' me. =P  I started playing last Monday kasi puro nalang PetSoc updates yung nakikita ko sa Plurk from my friends so naintriga ako. Loool! It was fun to play with at first kasi nakakatuwa 'cause some of Lolita's friends na neglected na nung mga owners nila eh ang dungis dungis na. There was one pet na may MGA tae ng nagkalat sa bahay nya tapos pinapaligiran na sya ng mga lamok dahil sa kabahuan nya kaya yun pinaliguan at pinakain ko nalang. Nyahaha! Ang funny funny! =))  Pero ngayon bored nako laruin. Haha! Napaka liit talaga ng attention span ko! Haha! Ang boring na kasi eh... paulit ulit nalang yung ginagawa nya tapos ang tagal ko pa yumaman. Kung may cheats sana eh, mas okay! Haha! =))  If you know one and you see this, shaaaare naman (or give me a bed or a ref!!!). =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm ages behind and I'm sure you all heard by now that Rihanna allegedly married Chris sometime this week (or last week ba yun?)... kaasar sya no? Naasar na nga ako nung nakipagbalikan sya tapos nagpakasal pa pala sya. Nako, tanga. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More March chikkas c/o these babies:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbQzqPJ82mI/AAAAAAAAAXc/c8KWphddPr4/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282374%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbQzqPJ82mI/AAAAAAAAAXc/c8KWphddPr4/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282374%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310926661292448354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every girl's friend- 'cause the best friend spot is saved for diamonds. Duh! =P  Haha! I just looove reading magazines! Well, I love reading in general but I'm especially enjoying mags now kasi I have no more time for books anymore (sad!).&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Kaasar that Vogue issue, sooooobrang daming ads!!! Sayang lang sa pera, kala ko pa naman okay kasi si Michelle yung cover. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looook, the snow (storm) we experienced just at the start of this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbQzqjJeNnI/AAAAAAAAAXk/yEkdc7ZOH1o/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282377%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbQzqjJeNnI/AAAAAAAAAXk/yEkdc7ZOH1o/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282377%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310926666659149426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I even took a video of it (remind me to upload it in YouTube later) the night it was pouring. What's weird is, kung gano kalamig nung Monday, ngayon naman sobraaaang init na. I mean, not mainit-mainit like Philippines' summer heat pero mainit kasi nasa winter season pa kami pero may mga tao ng nakayang mag-sleeveless kahapon. O diba? Onleeeh in Nyuuu Yooowk. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.collider.com/uploads/imageGallery/Confessions_of_a_Shopaholic/confessions_of_a_shopaholic_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 235px;" src="http://www.collider.com/uploads/imageGallery/Confessions_of_a_Shopaholic/confessions_of_a_shopaholic_movie_poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rzdB5a4kLAo/SJZD-CNsqEI/AAAAAAAAHoY/IFtk4_kop2c/s400/WatchmenPosters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rzdB5a4kLAo/SJZD-CNsqEI/AAAAAAAAHoY/IFtk4_kop2c/s400/WatchmenPosters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Also, Chris and I watched 2 movies this week. Confessions of a Shopaholic last Friday, and Watchmen yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confessions' fans, one sentence- DO NOT WATCH THE MOVIE, it's a waste of time and money. =(( I knew it! I knew they were gonna murder the story. Hmp!!! Kainis talaga. On the other hand, I kinda liked Watchmen-- the effects were super cool and when you watch it, look out for the sex scene (HAHA!); but the story (plot) itself was a bit confusing for me. Haha! Tapos yung ibang parts pa ang boring. Christian really enjoyed it though... sorry lang, hindi ako palabasa ng comics/graphic novels eh. So yun. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I guess I better end this now- I have a date pa with Disney channel... 'cause it's Sunday today which means there are new episodes of Hannah Montana, Sonny with a Chance and Wizards of Waverly Place. (YES! I WATCH THEM!!! And I have a slight crush on Nick Jonas too!) =P  Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Nadine/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Nadine/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-2815042054392460554?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/2815042054392460554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=2815042054392460554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2815042054392460554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2815042054392460554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-love-making-animal-sounds.html' title='I just love making animal sounds.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SZea0RrcY3I/AAAAAAAAAVA/JGHTCdB0SCs/s72-c/ScreenHunter_03%2BFeb.%2B14%2B22.57.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-2446254834121058819</id><published>2009-03-07T13:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:31:34.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"You've got...</title><content type='html'>VOICEMAIL!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like hearing looong, draggy and boring machine messages so I changed my voicemail greeting a couple of days ago and it went like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"OMGosh, You're SOO annoying... (after 3 seconds) ... KIDDING! Now leave a message. Bye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! It was a joooke and it's just so I could get a laugh from people when they leave me messages but my Mom says it's irritating!!! Haha! KJ!!! =P  She wants me to change it and I probably will change it to something from &lt;a href="http://www.creativevoicemailmessages.com/vm/funny1.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Benta for me this one-- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bob's voicemail is broken. This is his refrigerator. Please speak very slowly, and I'll stick your message to myself with one of these magnets&lt;/span&gt;. Haha! Diba? =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. DST later! Eye hate!!! And you know what else I hated? The movie version of Confessions! BOOO!!! =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-2446254834121058819?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/2446254834121058819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=2446254834121058819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2446254834121058819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2446254834121058819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/youve-got.html' title='&quot;You&apos;ve got...'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-5661188349752980257</id><published>2009-03-06T01:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:26:12.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I MUST AND I WILL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WATCH THIS FILM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iB270fk-FhM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iB270fk-FhM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because HELLO?&lt;br /&gt;It's not just a cast... it's THEE Cast.&lt;br /&gt;It's not just a city... it's THEE New York City.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;It's not just a line... it's THEE--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This is what I've always liked about NYC. The little moments on the sidewalk-- you can watch the building, feel the air, look at other people. Sometimes you meet somebody and you can just talk to them."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The best thing I love about NY is that we all came from somewhere else."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"New York is the capital of everything possible!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story of my life, kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;Story of my life. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.grabbertees.com/t-shirts/meloveny1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 246px;" src="http://www.grabbertees.com/t-shirts/meloveny1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-5661188349752980257?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/5661188349752980257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=5661188349752980257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/5661188349752980257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/5661188349752980257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-must-and-i-will.html' title='I MUST AND I WILL!'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-6821959999380116813</id><published>2009-03-05T09:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:01:04.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebyu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3650/3286847301_abdec99b5b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 449px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3650/3286847301_abdec99b5b_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.advocacysouthwest.org.au/images/Clipart/Star---Smiling-3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 88px;" src="http://www.advocacysouthwest.org.au/images/Clipart/Star---Smiling-3.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.advocacysouthwest.org.au/images/Clipart/Star---Smiling-3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 86px;" src="http://www.advocacysouthwest.org.au/images/Clipart/Star---Smiling-3.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.advocacysouthwest.org.au/images/Clipart/Star---Smiling-3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 81px; height: 84px;" src="http://www.advocacysouthwest.org.au/images/Clipart/Star---Smiling-3.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And you thought I'd give it a five! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(But I watched it five times! Haha! 'Cause the site where I was watching it from was showing it via "live stream", and so whenever I had to pee or answer the phone, or eat, and yes, take care of the rat incident (previous post), I had to wait till the movie ended to see the parts I had missed out on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was originally planning on posting this "review" yesterday but I decided not to 'cause I didn't want JL's picture together with that Jerry. Haha. And also 'cause JL deserves a whole entry dedicated to him too! Lol. At alam nyo ba, habang pinapanood ko yun, dala ko pa yung journal ko so I could write down the points I liked/disliked about the movie! Effect!! Haha! Okay, sobrang jologs ko na ba? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO STARS for Papa Lloydie's kilig factor slash kagwapuhan slash kakulitan moments. HAHAHA!! Leche!! Para lang akong teenager na nakikilig!! =P  My favorite scenes of him were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.) Yung sa may ending na nagpapacute sya tapos sinabi ni Sarah na, "Ayan ka na naman, ang init init na nga eh, tinutunaw mo pako sa ganyan mo!" HAHA!! FOR THE WIN TALAGA EH!! =))  Ako nga rin natunaw eh!!! Loool! Partida nung pinanood ko pa yun, ang lamig lamig dito ah! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b.) Yung ginawa nyang dance pagkatapos ng powerhug at powerkiss!! Haha!! Kulit eh!!! Tsaka yung mga dance moves nya nung birthday party nung kapatid ni Sarah nung naglalaban sila ni Rayver. AT YUNG SUNDANCE NYA!!! Panalooo!! Haha! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c.) Yung sa may ending ulit tapos sinabihan nya si Sarah na gumawa naman ng something special para sakanya. Tapos nung nagstart na si Sarah kumanta ng "Kailan", sinabi nya parang, "Mali ka naman eh, tingnan mo nga first note palang flat ka na!" Haha! Laughtrip yuuuun!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;d.) Yung nagsosorry sya tapos may dala syang balloon na lips-shaped. NAKOOO!! Nalaglag panty ko, swear!!! Haha!! =P  Shiiit, teka nga, hahanap ako ng pic nun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.plurk.com/3130163_56d5c50446ef9a9e745330f59d1cf39c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://images.plurk.com/3130163_56d5c50446ef9a9e745330f59d1cf39c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIBAAAA???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;e.) Yung moment nya with his Dad. Aww. =''(  Nakakadala kasi umiyak si John Lloyd!!! And you know, me, I'm such a sucker for crying guys with their dads-- *ehem* A Walk to Remember scene where Landon Carter thanked his Dad *ehem*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE STAR for Rayver 'cause I liked his role there eventhough kawawa naman sya. (Ayoko talaga pag may third party. Mas naaawa ako dun sa kaysa sa mga bida eh! Like si Maja sa One More Chance... yung mga ganun. Haha! Unfair kasi! Dapat may happy ending din para sa mga sawi!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya rin pala yung may bullseye lines/scenes like:&lt;br /&gt;a.) "Pasensya na, pati ikaw nasaktan."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay lang, sanay na naman ako dun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b.) (Yung sa jeepney!)&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi naman kita sasabayan eh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c.) "Kasi kung lahat ng tao magkukumpara ng love-- yung mas mahal kita, mas mahal mo ko, eh wala ng magmamahal." (Basta something like that! Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. Yung kanta nya nung wedding. Awww! ='''(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waah!! Eye crayola!! Haha! =)) Tapos ang galing pa nya sumayaw!!! Nakooo! Tsaka ang funny nung, "Madami pakong ginagawa eh!", tapos biglang naglalaro lang pala ng Solitaire. Pati yung "Ano to? Edi gwapings!" Haha! ang sweet eh! =P  And I like looking at him 'cause he reminds me of my pinsan. Heehee. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, benta parin yung mga officemates!!! Haha!! Natawa talaga ko dun sa, "Love can give you ulcer!" ni Joross!!! Haha! Tsaka pati yung "Kasi kanina pa sya takbo ng takbo sa isip mo eh!" ni Manang. Loool! Kahit ilang beses ko na yun narinig, benta parin yung delivery eh! =P  Favorite ko sobra yung mga bloopers!!! Haha!!! Ang saya panoorin kahit paulit-ulit! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINUS 2 STARS kasi ang dami rin na kairita moments (for me)! Haha! Unang una na yung paulit ulit na BEBE KO!!! Kaasar! Hindi ako natuwa dun! Haha! Parang hindi nila alam gamitin yung silent/vibrate function nung phone nila. Hello, meetings? Hello, naghuhugas ng mukha sa banyo? Haha! Irita! Hindi realistic!!! Loool! Tsaka yung nagpara si Sarah sa jeep eh kakasakay lang nya. Anoba, kung nakasakay ako dun pinababa ko sya eh! Haha! Kasi naman, sagabal! Sa gitna pa ng byahe nagmoment eh! =P Hindi rin ako natuwa sa powerhug at powerkiss. Haha! Tsaka yung wigs na ginagamit nila kapag mga film ni Direk Cathy-- chipangga eh! Haha! Na-notice ko na yun dati pero ngayon ko lang na-confirm when I read &lt;a href="http://chuvaness.livejournal.com/"&gt;Chuvaness' blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who haven't seen it yet, sorry ang spoiler ko! Haha! Panoorin nyo parin!!! Suportahan ang sariling atin! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-6821959999380116813?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/6821959999380116813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=6821959999380116813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/6821959999380116813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/6821959999380116813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/rebyu.html' title='Rebyu.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-550986409771553336</id><published>2009-03-04T09:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:42:39.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DEFINITELY NOT A RATATOUILLE!</title><content type='html'>I was happily watching You Changed My Life (Thank you, Dibidi people! Sorry Papa Edu! Lol!) on the PC, when at the corner of my eye, I saw something brown moving on our carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swiveled my computer chair to my right to take a look at it, and there it was... 4 FREAKIN' FEET AWAY FROM ME-- a rat. The moment I laid my eyes on it, it started to run and quickly scuffled its hairy disgusting self inside the bottom of our couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our building super gave us sticky traps because my Tita saw that creature for the first time near our oven last December. We thought wala na that icky thing 'cause wala namang dumikit sa trap after a month and so imagine my surprise (AND HORROR!) when I saw it again. I hate rats!!! I hate them. Ipis, I can deal with. Lizards, bring it on. But rats? Patayin nyo nalang ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately got two traps and put the only cheese I could find it the refrigerator-- some Parmesan that we use for pastas. I placed one trap above the carpet near the couch and the other beside the trash can in the kitchen. Then, I went back to watch Papa Lloydie♥.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, after only a few minutes, I heard little squeaks of help coming from our kitchenette. It fell for the bait-- hook, line and sinker. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sa2lOgUcE0I/AAAAAAAAAWo/wLPBEFbqPtI/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282375%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sa2lOgUcE0I/AAAAAAAAAWo/wLPBEFbqPtI/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282375%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309081204352095042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SOBRANG KADIRIIII!!! TINGNAN KO LANG TO, NAGKAKA-GOOSEBUMPS NA KO EH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was overjoyed that it worked but I had no idea how I could dispose of it-- because kahit bayaran mo ko ng milyones, I would never touch such thing... So I screamed to my Lolo, who was still sleeping at that time, and he placed it in the trash bag for me. Kawawa nga 'cause he had to bend over pa eh, which of course at his age is hard for him to do na. Heehee. I know, I'm such an ungrateful grandchild!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what I was doing while he was into the dirty work? I WAS EFFIN SCREAMING MY LUNGS OUT! Haha! Sobra, you would've thought there was someone being murdered from all the noise I made from my shouting. Haha! Ang tining pa naman ng boses ko. Eh pano kasi yung daga eh... gumagalaw galaw parin!! Yuck talaga!!! Thinking about it again makes me queasy. Katawa pa yung Lolo ko, nung natapon na nya, sabi ba naman, "Ang ingay mo eh!" Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yan, my not-so-nice afternoon experience yesterday (nice parin dahil kay John Lloyd!!!). =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-550986409771553336?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/550986409771553336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=550986409771553336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/550986409771553336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/550986409771553336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/definitely-not-ratatouille.html' title='DEFINITELY NOT A RATATOUILLE!'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/Sa2lOgUcE0I/AAAAAAAAAWo/wLPBEFbqPtI/s72-c/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282375%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-6994295143072555232</id><published>2009-03-03T11:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:34:20.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Stevens.</title><content type='html'>I'm giddy all over!! You know why? Because thanks to Disney XD, I was able to watch Even Stevens on cable again!! Aaah, Shia's wonder years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JoFinwA9E8A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JoFinwA9E8A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Shia is such a hottie now but he still acts like the scrawny Louis I loved. Cutiepie!!! =))  I wonder what Christy (Ren) thinks of his younger brother now? Kasi kung ako yun, sobraaang manghihinayang lang naman ako. Nyahaha. Hmm, miss ko na si Beans!!! They're still showing the earlier episodes kaya wala pa siya!  But I just cannot believe that he looks like this now:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.turkentertainmentpr.com/page3/page12/files/blocks_image_0_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 291px;" src="http://www.turkentertainmentpr.com/page3/page12/files/blocks_image_0_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to be sooo cute!! Well, technically he still looks the same, only parang ang manyak na ng dating at hindi na bagay yung chubby cheeks nya ngayon. But I bet he still loves bacon! Haha! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they get Clarissa or Lizzie McGuire back next! I would be sooo happy if that happens! =)) Anyway, this was from the episode I've just seen. I liked the message of the poem, so I thought I'd post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You think your life is different?&lt;br /&gt;It's not.&lt;br /&gt;Your life is the same as her life,&lt;br /&gt;As his life,&lt;br /&gt;As all of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad... For you, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm an original,&lt;br /&gt;And you're not.&lt;br /&gt;And that's just...&lt;br /&gt;Too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-6994295143072555232?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/6994295143072555232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=6994295143072555232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/6994295143072555232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/6994295143072555232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/even-stevens.html' title='Even Stevens.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-6717600792553398121</id><published>2009-03-02T10:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:30:47.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheeriest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.merchantcircle.com/25808440/kiss%20mark_medium.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 240px;" src="http://media.merchantcircle.com/25808440/kiss%20mark_medium.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the good news pala is that he got accepted at &lt;a href="http://www.baruch.cuny.edu/"&gt;Baruch&lt;/a&gt;!!! =))  Aww... I'm so so so proud of him!! Heehee!! =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had late lunch at Applebee's and after that we watched a movie- He's Just Not That Into You. Haha! Finally, MY kind of movie-- 'cause watching Friday the 13th with him was just such toooorture for me! Lol! It was supposed to be Confessions, but Kauffman's wasn't showing it anymore... I wonder why. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HJNTIY was nice! The plot reminded me so much of Love Actually and it also even made me tear up a little bit at the end. Heehee! I think that was the first time I cried in front of him... Hmm, yup! Definitely, that was the first time. Nakilig pako kasi after ko mag-crayola ever, akbay naman sya agad tapos kiss sa forehead. Haha! Cuuutie! =*  Sarap lang kiligin! Sana kasi boyfriend ko na sya diba? Bakit ba kasi ganito ang style ng relationship sa America eh. Ang hirap mag commit-- katulad nalang ni Affleck kay Aniston sa movie. Lol! Pero kung sasabihan din ako ng, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I don't wanna be with anybody else, I just wanna be with (Beth) you."&lt;/span&gt;; okay na okay narin sakin. Nyahaha! I-connect ba daw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going backkkk, I don't want to be a spoiler but it was in JenAniston and Ben's scene that I cried. Napa-"awww" talaga ako ng malakas, although I already had a feeling that it was going to happen nga-- the kadiri pants chuva. Haha! Basta!! Watch it so you'll get me. I liked their story the best... Oh and Ginnifer &amp;amp; Justin's din pala! =))  Goodwin was so bubbly throughout that I just wanted to eat her like a little munchin! Aaah, so cute!! =))  Tapos their song... eyeloooove!! It's Somewhere Only We Know and it's one of my all-time faves too! ♥  I want that to be OUR song!! Haha!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onga pala, I hated Scarlett's story!! Haha! Pokpok ever!! Pero ang ganda ng boobs nya ah!! Haha! And they probably had the most Lollable quote, which was the "Dry hump/Bestfriend" one. Winner! =))  And I thought Drew would have a major role, 'cause she's, you know, thee Drew Barrymore, pero maliit lang pala-- but it was still cute. Haha! =))  So yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That probably summed up my day. =))  Oh, and it started snowing na naman pala later that night. And today, when I woke up, it was all over the road! Mga 6 inches na siguro. There were even flakes of snow inside my window. Haha! Baka nalamigan sila kaya nagpilit pumasok. Nyerrr, okay that was a lame joke! =P Lol! Nakapasok sila sa screen eh pero buti nalang may glass divider kundi baka nabasa na yung carpet. Nako, just when I thought winter was over. Grrr! I want Spring na! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note... my Lolo just farted. No kidding!&lt;br /&gt;Lol! I guess that means I have to end this now.&lt;br /&gt;Byeeee! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-6717600792553398121?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/6717600792553398121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=6717600792553398121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/6717600792553398121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/6717600792553398121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/cheeriest.html' title='Cheeriest!'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-2477949666451655268</id><published>2009-03-01T11:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T04:19:42.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay it forward.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Goshdarnit, I feel a little bad 'cause my last post for Feb was filled with such negative vibes. I don't want it to end like that since I really enjoyed the love month; which too bad only lasted for 28 days, but I'm standing up for what I wrote! And that entry, along with all the other entries I have made shall stay where they are... Period, no erase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Okay I'm over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Moving on to less douchie topics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it!!! 1 month down, 10 months to go for my Project 365-31. Woohoo!!! =))  It's not as hard as I thought it would be, and I enjoyed doing it especially when I see nice feedbacks from you, my dearest friends. And I know you might think that I'm so mean for not even replying to any of them or for not returning the favor but it's not like that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Srsly, I ALWAYS, ALWAYS visit your blogs... I'm just too tamad to make a comment. Haha! Stalker/lurker mode lang ako!! =P  There's just something about replying to blogger that I find... katamad-tamad, because I do reply to Plurk, Facebook and Multiply naman. Nakakainis ako no? Haha! Super sorry, sorry, sorry!!! ='''(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To my dearies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tonilove.livejournal.com/"&gt;TONI&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://t0otsiepop.blogspot.com/"&gt;AVA&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://poshprobinsyana.blogspot.com/"&gt;ISHNA&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://abcdemayee.blogspot.com/"&gt;MAYEE&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://heiressanj.net/"&gt;ANJ&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://paradoxyy.blogspot.com/"&gt;NINA&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://immadeofawesome.blogspot.com/"&gt;LAINE&lt;/a&gt;-- kayo ang biga(ten)SEVEN!!! Woohooo!!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Drop by their sites too-- they're the groolest!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loool!! =))  Sorry hindi ko nasama yung mga iba pang nagcomment kasi, guess what, natamad na naman ako isa-isahin. But to everyone else, thank you, thank you! I really appreciate all of them. Haha! Siningle out ko lang these ladies 'cause they always, always, take time to drop a line or two, kahit ang random lang nung mga pinagsusulat ko. Haha! ♥ I love you talaga, girls!!! =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to logout na 'cause I'm meeting up with Chris for pizza kasi may good news daw siyang sasabihin sakin! Haha! =)) Toodles!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-2477949666451655268?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/2477949666451655268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=2477949666451655268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2477949666451655268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2477949666451655268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay it forward.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-416138966896431635</id><published>2009-02-28T16:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T04:19:16.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars: Episode V - The Douches Strike Back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Things I loathe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bubblegums (from other effin' people that don't know how to use a trashcan) getting stuck on MY brand new boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Finding stray hairs (which are not yours) stuck on the bar of soap you are about to use (that's why I prefer using liquid soaps!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two also represent the two people in my life that I want to puke at in the face, Doucheboy and Douchegirl. Doucheboy is the bubblegum because he always, always finds a way to slither his nasty, self-proclaimed high and mighty, self back into my life and douchegirl is the stray hair just because it's kadiri and I want her to be that! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got an unexpected email alert (PM in Multiply) from Doucheboy, and it reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SahFamXZ45I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/UBpzRDKpsh4/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_02+Feb.+27+12.55.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SahFamXZ45I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/UBpzRDKpsh4/s400/ScreenHunter_02+Feb.+27+12.55.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307568484133757842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(dali i-click nyo, chismis ito!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The posts being: &lt;a href="http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2008/11/itago-natin-sa-initials-na-p.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2008/10/si-doucheboy-si-douchegirl-at-si-pablo.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay. Gusto ko lang sabihin na okay naman kami noon nitong si Doucheboy. Binati ko sya nung birthday niya, maayos siyang nakipag-usap, tapos binati rin nya ko nung birthday ko. Dahil dun, at dahil maayos naman yung paraan at yung mga salitang ginamit nya para sabihin sakin na tanggalin na yung pinost ko, naisip ko ngang tanggalin nalang yun-- dahil baka nga naman, may gumamit lang ng Y!M ID ni Douchegirl (prettyaeriel03 or whatever basta may something number sa dulo) para ipadala sakin yung message na yun dahil talagang dati pa naman, may mga kung sino sino ng gumaganun sakin. Tama, madali lang naman talaga akong kausap eh. Dapat talaga aalisin ko na yun. Kaso pagbukas ko ng blog ko, may nakita pa kong ganito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SahFaviW48I/AAAAAAAAAWY/dtDGKE48sj8/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_01+Feb.+27+12.45.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 104px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SahFaviW48I/AAAAAAAAAWY/dtDGKE48sj8/s400/ScreenHunter_01+Feb.+27+12.45.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307568486595617730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(dali, click nyo ulit!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay, bastusan na naman pala. Hindi ko na dapat papatulan eh, pero naisip ko, teka lang, ako na naman nga yung na-agrabyado, ako parin yung tatahimik? Hindi ata tama yun. Kaya para sainyong dalawa, ilang mensahe lang mula sa pinaka-paborito ninyong tao-- ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unang una, WALA AKONG MAGAGAWA kung yang Y!M mo eh na-hack ng kung sino man, Pamela. WALA RIN AKONG MAGAGAWA kung yung taong yun eh pinadalhan ako ng mensahe. HINDI KO KASALANAN NA ISIPING sayo nga nangaling yung mensaheng yun dahil SAYONG ID NGA YUNG GINAMIT. Nakakapagtaka lang, na sa lahat ng contacts mo dun, BAKIT AKO PA YUNG NAPILI NYA i-prank? Hindi kaya dahil wala naman talagang ibang taong gumawa nun kundi yung may-ari talaga nung account mo-- ikaw? AT PLEASE BAKA I-DENY MO PA NA IKAW NGA YUNG VIEW NG VIEW SA MULTIPLY KO... BAKA GUSTO MONG ISAKSAK KO PA SA BUNGANGA MO YUNG "WHO'S VIEWED ME" LIST KO. O baka naman "FRIEND" mo na naman yung may gawa nun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At para sayo Earl, hindi ako magaling sumunod sa instructions eh, kaya eto, pinost ko parin. Nakakatawa no, pareho tayo? Hindi ka rin kasi magaling eh... SA PAGIGING ONE-WOMAN MAN. Haha! Sus, may pa "wag idamay, wag idamay" ka pang nalalaman dyan. TAMA NG PAGFI-FEELING KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR, dahil kung meron man nun, HINDI KA ISA SA MGA TAONG GANUN, okay? Wala naman akong "below the belt" na sinulat ah. Lahat nga, literally, above the belt eh. Kung meron mang below the belt, EH YUN YUNG PANGANGALIWA MO, HINDI LANG SAKIN, KUNDI KAY PAMELA RIN. Haha! Alala mo yun? At may isa pa palang below the belt, YUNG GUSTO KONG PUTULIN MATAPOS KONG SIPAIN NG PAULIT-ULIT. Clue? Nasa below ng belt mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nananahimik ako pero ANG DAMI DAMI KONG NATATANGAP NA KUNG ANO ANONG MENSAHE GALING SA MGA TAONG HINDI KO KILALA NOON TUNGKOL SA MGA PINAGSASASABI NYO DAW TUNGKOL SAAKIN. Anong ginawa ko? Pinag-kibit balikat ko nalang kasi nakausap na kita ng maayos kaya inakala kong hindi naman totoo yung mga yun. Hindi ko nalang inintindi kasi kung ano man yun, kesyo may katotohanan man o wala, WALA NA AKONG PAKIALAM. Binura ko pa nga yung luma kong Yahoo! email address para hindi na ko makatangap ng mga basurang yun eh. NGAYON, AYAN NA NAMAN, STRAIGHT FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH, GINUGULO NYO NA NAMAN AKO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putang ina ko na naman? Eh una palang kitang nakilala, putang ina na yang lumabas at narinig ko sa bibig mo eh. Wala ng bago? Luma na yan eh, wala ng effect. Alam mo kung sinong putang ina? Yung naglabas sayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog ko ito!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Inuulit ko, BLOG KO 'TO. KAYA KUNG ANUMANG GUSTO KONG ISULAT DITO, KARAPATAN KO. Bakit? Kasi nga, BLOG KO 'TO EH. Kung gusto nyong magsulat ng masama tungkol saakin, GUMAWA KAYO NG SARILI NYONG BLOG! KUNG AYAW NYONG MABASA ANG MGA PINAGSUSUSULAT KO DITO, WAG KAYONG PUMUNTA DITO. Mas madaling gawin yun kaysa i-type yung URL ng blog ko. Dun sa "FRIEND" ni Pamela, pakisabi nalang na wag syang mangialam sa buhay ng may buhay. ANG PAKIALAMAN NYA EH YUNG BUHAY NYA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-416138966896431635?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/416138966896431635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=416138966896431635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/416138966896431635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/416138966896431635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/star-wars-episode-v-douches-strike-back.html' title='Star Wars: Episode V - The Douches Strike Back.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SahFamXZ45I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/UBpzRDKpsh4/s72-c/ScreenHunter_02+Feb.+27+12.55.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-606414717515652295</id><published>2009-02-27T11:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T12:12:42.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ANG SARAP BAYAGAN!</title><content type='html'>Ganito kasi yung nangyari:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasa bus ako papuntang Manhattan. Huminto kami sa isa sa mga bus stops sa may "Filipinotown"-- kung nasan maraming nakatirang mga Pilipino at kung saan nandun din yung Jollibee at iba pang mga Fil. restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa lang yung pababa, Pilipina siya, base sa itsura nya, kaso mabagal siya kumilos kasi lola na siya. Isa lang din yung papasok ng bus. Isang dambuhalang baklang matrona. Sa ganitong mga situation, hindi ba ETIQUETTE lang naman na dapat pinapauna ng mga pumapasok yung mga lumalabas? Kung sasakay tayo ng elevator, hindi ba pinapauna muna natin yung mga nasa loob? Common sense na kasi yun, para maayos ang daloy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, itong si Bakla, hindi yata makapag antay. Pumasok sya agad, pinasok yung ticket sa machine at tinitigan lang si Lola. Si Lola hindi makababa kasi nakaharang yung mala-trosong katawan ni Bakla sa daanan papuntang pinto. Ano man lang ba yung tumagilid sya para padaanin yung matanda diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos eto, nagulat nalang ako nung biglang sumigaw si Bakla ng, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"PUTANGINA DI MAUNA KA! PUTA! HAMPASLUPA!"&lt;/span&gt; Maski yung mga kaharap kong Espanyola eh napatingin din at napailing dahil syempre narinig nila yung "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Puta&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Lola tahimik parin, walang imik. Pero itong si Bakla, sinusundan parin ng tingin si Lola hangang makababa na sya ng tuluyan sa bus. Yung tingin na tipong nakakamatay. Tapos umandar na yung bus kaya naglakad na siya sa aisle para humanap ng upuan. Habang naglalakad, sinigaw na naman nya, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"MOTERFUCKING FILIPINA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWIIIISET! Nag-init talaga tenga ko dun! Ang sarap sabihan ng, "PUTA MOTHERFUCKING FILIPINA PALA AH! AKO FILIPINA AKO-- IKAW, WISH MO LANG NA SANA NAGING FILIPINA KA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAKAKAASAR. Napaka-hambog! Walang respeto sa matatanda at lalong walang respeto sa pinanggalingan nya. Nakatapak lang ng Amerika at naging kulay mais lang yung dating itim nyang buhok, na kasing itim ng ugali nya, akala mo kung sino ng umasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakasama lang ng loob yung mga kababayan nating ganyan ang ugali. Nakalimutan na yata nila yung mga pangaral satin si Gat Jose Rizal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-606414717515652295?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/606414717515652295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=606414717515652295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/606414717515652295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/606414717515652295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/ang-sarap-bayagan.html' title='ANG SARAP BAYAGAN!'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-9001332209672629348</id><published>2009-02-26T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:01:00.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, all you need is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A SIGN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="365"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;“Where do you find love? If we knew, we would all know where to look." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This film is 12 minutes of just full bliss. It's called, “Signs”, and it is directed by Patrick Hughes. It's one of the shorties in the &lt;a href="http://schhh.com.hr/"&gt;Schweppes Film Festival&lt;/a&gt; and you can also watch it from their site for a theater-like kind of vibe. Just click on the link I provided, click the British flag icon to set the language to English, then click on “Signs”.  Choose high for a full screen view or low for the old movie effect. While you're there, you might want to take a look at "Consequence" too. It's brilliantly made as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even if you don’t enjoy it as much as I did, I can guarantee it’s at least an enjoyable 12 minutes spent. It reminded me of Serendipity so much! I fell in love with Jason, the guy, 'cause he is just too cute beyond words! I am also crushing on the girl, Stacey, because she's so beautiful and she has this gorg cleft-chin. I have so much more to say about the film, but I don’t want to give anything away until you’ve seen it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Watch it and tell me what you think. I love, love, love it to death.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-9001332209672629348?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/9001332209672629348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=9001332209672629348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/9001332209672629348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/9001332209672629348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-all-you-need-is.html' title='Sometimes, all you need is'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-3643859670063396665</id><published>2009-02-25T12:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:25:34.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need to finish ironing my clothes today (yeah, life in America without my Yaya sucks!) so this will be quick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"So you haven't seen The Godfather?&lt;br /&gt;"Nope, but I've always wanted to."&lt;br /&gt;"Now that's unbelievable!"&lt;br /&gt;"Lol. Haha."&lt;br /&gt;"What about Boys in the Hood?"&lt;br /&gt;"Not yet. But my prof mentioned it was good."&lt;br /&gt;"You wanna watch it right now? I have a copy at home."&lt;br /&gt;"Sure!"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"Aww. You tricked me, but thank you!"&lt;br /&gt;"It wasn't a trick, it was a surprise!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SaWFBuc79OI/AAAAAAAAAWI/TVvKFBtjC48/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_01+Feb.+25+12.50.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SaWFBuc79OI/AAAAAAAAAWI/TVvKFBtjC48/s400/ScreenHunter_01+Feb.+25+12.50.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306794000621761762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-3643859670063396665?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/3643859670063396665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=3643859670063396665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/3643859670063396665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/3643859670063396665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/classic.html' title='Classic.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SaWFBuc79OI/AAAAAAAAAWI/TVvKFBtjC48/s72-c/ScreenHunter_01+Feb.+25+12.50.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-6396857987374674767</id><published>2009-02-24T10:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:41:00.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It just occured to me!</title><content type='html'>You see, there are 2 Nadine's and 2 Christian's in my family. They're my cousins who are all Europe-based (Germany &amp;amp; Vienna).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian, whom we call Kingkang, is younger than me and Ate Nadine and the other Christian, my Kuya Christian, are obviously older than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's funny is, Ate Nadine and Kuya Christian are magkapatid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what would happen if me &amp;amp; Chris were to end up together?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't that be, like, name-incest, or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Ahh, nawi-weirdohan ako! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-6396857987374674767?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/6396857987374674767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=6396857987374674767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/6396857987374674767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/6396857987374674767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-just-occured-to-me.html' title='It just occured to me!'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-7836706456053091696</id><published>2009-02-23T11:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:48:00.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am deeply appalled.</title><content type='html'>More and more girls are showing off their bodies on most networking sites and, well, 99.9 percent of the time, here is what happens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*girl posts kita-na-kaluluwa photos.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*after a few minutes, some guy hits on her.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*girl calls guy a perv (but I bet is secretly flattered about whatever compliment that guy said to her).*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*after a few weeks/months, girl posts a blog entry making paawa, asking people to help her into stopping the circulating nude photos of her all over the internet and blames all guys for being manyaks.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;THIS JUST IRRITATES ME TO NO END!!!&lt;br /&gt;So sorry ladies, I'm siding with the gents here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, girl, YOU WERE THE ONE WHO POSTED YOUR STUPID SAGGING BODY FOR THE WHOLE WORLD TO SEE! Bakit ka ngayon mag-ngangangawa sa Multiply? Serves you right! If you respected your body well enough, you wouldn't even have uploaded those photos in the first place. Ngayong it's all over some porn site, don't blame the guy/s who posted them there... Blame yourself and your stupid vagina for posing not only infront of a phone camera, but for posting those photos as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get the logic. Hello? Are you in drugs? Lol! Why curse the men and call them malilibog? Ganito lang yan, kung hindi mo binalandra yung katawan mo, wala silang makukuha sayo at hindi ka mamomroblema. Tsk. Tanga-tanga ka rin kasi eh. Para lang sabihin ko sayo, walang Intellectual Property Rights sa mundo ng internet dahil kahit anong i-post mo dito, kahit naka "for contacts only" pa, eh makikita't makakalat parin. Nasa 21st century na tayo, ineng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys will ALWAYS look for these kind of girls, notice them and single them out as easy targets for showing more... and wearing less. It's THEIR nature! The only solution is to not show anything! Keep your privates, private, as they should be. Don't give them something to ogle at. It's as simple as that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-7836706456053091696?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/7836706456053091696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=7836706456053091696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/7836706456053091696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/7836706456053091696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-deeply-appalled.html' title='I am deeply appalled.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-926060393353973169</id><published>2009-02-22T10:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:40:51.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Superklasse.</title><content type='html'>I want new shoes... leopard-printed pumps, to be exact (and Santa, let's not forget my mint-green Uggs!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind having her closet though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl1/6/61259/44_2008/8c10f3ed9688b99d_blairwaldorfcloset.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 478px; height: 359px;" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl1/6/61259/44_2008/8c10f3ed9688b99d_blairwaldorfcloset.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Blair, you make me have shoegasms! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want a new layout!&lt;br /&gt;I also want to eat taho for breakfast. I miss it so bad!&lt;br /&gt;I want to bloghop but I'm too tamad. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, yesterday, Christian had to work and so I spent the whole day bumming out in front of the computer. I wouldn't say what I did was unproductive 'cause I had managed to watch several YouTube vids and 2 movies: Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist and Zack and Miri Make a Porno. Seth Rogan's film was okay. On the other hand, Cera's? Ayy!! Mike Cera is just tooo cute for words! How old is he? My gosh! He's my Y2K (Yes 2 Kids) crush! Sorry, pedo mode. =P  Ay, I just googled him-- he was born in 1988. Woohoo! Only 2 years younger than me, pwedeee! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I bonded with my Lolo and we watched The Last Samurai. Oh, gone are those days when whenever I see Tom Cruise, I would get kilig. Hay, what has Scientology done to you? I miss you, Rainman! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna go out!!!&lt;br /&gt;I should turn this thing off now.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I will.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-926060393353973169?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/926060393353973169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=926060393353973169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/926060393353973169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/926060393353973169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/superklasse.html' title='Superklasse.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-614836384312745283</id><published>2009-02-21T09:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T09:34:48.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I have no other words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(but Loooool!).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SaAQa76OMvI/AAAAAAAAAVw/My_pBCFa1fM/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_01+Feb.+20+11.04.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 331px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SaAQa76OMvI/AAAAAAAAAVw/My_pBCFa1fM/s400/ScreenHunter_01+Feb.+20+11.04.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305258415986979570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SaAQa7jLAUI/AAAAAAAAAVo/4N6qSvgdsbw/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_01+Feb.+19+20.00.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SaAQa7jLAUI/AAAAAAAAAVo/4N6qSvgdsbw/s400/ScreenHunter_01+Feb.+19+20.00.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305258415890301250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SaAQbK8ohlI/AAAAAAAAAV4/o-8t_1wPquU/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_02+Feb.+20+12.58.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SaAQbK8ohlI/AAAAAAAAAV4/o-8t_1wPquU/s400/ScreenHunter_02+Feb.+20+12.58.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305258420023625298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-614836384312745283?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/614836384312745283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=614836384312745283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/614836384312745283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/614836384312745283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/obsession.html' title='Obsession.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SaAQa76OMvI/AAAAAAAAAVw/My_pBCFa1fM/s72-c/ScreenHunter_01+Feb.+20+11.04.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-417034666716674176</id><published>2009-02-20T10:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:12:59.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I have your number?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/4D0555EtAZ4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/4D0555EtAZ4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the other reasons why I love MadTV (the first reason is "Stuart")!!!&lt;br /&gt;Infinite Loooolssszzz!!!&lt;br /&gt;And FYI, this isn't OA-- AT ALL! Okay maybe a teeny-weeny-tiny bit, but GENERALLY, this is how they really pick girlilets up! Haha! Oh, chocolate men! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-417034666716674176?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/417034666716674176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=417034666716674176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/417034666716674176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/417034666716674176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/can-i-have-your-number.html' title='Can I have your number?'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-4662099751665180463</id><published>2009-02-19T11:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:25:00.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you get when you put Schwimmer and Pegg together?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://superthang.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/big-nothing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 499px;" src="http://superthang.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/big-nothing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A horrible blackmail which goes terribly wrong, that's what! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Charlie (Schwimmer) is an ex-teacher turned reluctant call center employee who gets fired on the first day. Distraught on being unable to provide for his daughter Emily and cop wife, Penelope, he is suddenly contacted by Gus (Pegg), an aspiring scam artist who presents Charlie with a seemingly snag-free plan to make some cash: Blackmail Reverend Smalls a man of the cloth, who's frequently turned up in the company database of visitors to illegal porn-sites. Gus plans on extorting Reverend Smalls, with the intention of publicly exposing his secret shame, should he refuse, with this scandal potentially destroying the man's career. Normally cautious, Charlie, is keen on participating in this scam, confident that with this money maker he'll garner from the deal and will finally help turn things around for him and his family. Joined by one-time teenage pageant queen Josie McBroom, Gus's ex, the plan goes ahead... but it all goes wrong as Reverend Smalls dies-- thanks to this trio, with this only being the start of their troubles."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Nothing is a great film, with plot twists and humor all the way through the end. The movie has action, thriller, suspense and comedy all rolled into one.  There are a lot of stuff going on between the characters, and the dynamics between them change all the time, so the movie never gets predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the movie a lot because of the cast (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ross Gellar&lt;/span&gt;, FTW!), story plot and the endless surprises through out the movie. The climax made my jaw drop to the floor, to say so the least. And the ending, really, really, really surprised (and majorly saddened) me. I didn't find a single dull moment in this whole movie and I definitely think it's worth the watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely putting this as one of my favorites!&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-4662099751665180463?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/4662099751665180463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=4662099751665180463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/4662099751665180463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/4662099751665180463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-do-you-get-when-you-put-schwimmer.html' title='What do you get when you put Schwimmer and Pegg together?'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-2692909258578777347</id><published>2009-02-18T07:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T07:02:00.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye crush. (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What chapter are we on?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Chapter 36."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Thanks!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No problem!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to sit beside me only now-- when there's only 2 more meetings left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do your lips look so glossy... and yummy? How do you make them so plump and red?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you dressed so preppy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you smell so good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is you haircut semi-kal? Didn't you know that that's my kryptonite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why haven't I noticed you before? Where have you been staying for the past month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you choose to sit next to me when there were a lot of other empty seats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel *kilig* everytime you cross your legs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do your eyes sparkle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did we need to be only an inch away from each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yeah! That happened to my sister!"&lt;br /&gt;"Really? How?"&lt;br /&gt;"'Cause she always exceeds the max weight, so they had to take it!"&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;"And that happened twice and they lost it twice! That's why we don't ride them anymore."&lt;br /&gt;"Which airline was it?"&lt;br /&gt;"American Airlines. They're the worst!"&lt;br /&gt;"Haha! I'll keep that in mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you return to the classroom when we both know you didn't leave anything behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you smile at me when we were the only ones inside the elevator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you get off the 4th floor and followed me to the computer lab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you pick the seat in front of the computer where I was in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nice talking to you!"&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, same here."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, take care. See you tomorrow!"&lt;br /&gt;"You too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-2692909258578777347?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/2692909258578777347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=2692909258578777347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2692909258578777347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2692909258578777347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/eye-crush-1.html' title='Eye crush. (1)'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-5222117704020232547</id><published>2009-02-17T11:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:04:00.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I called it!</title><content type='html'>That's right! Yes I did!&lt;br /&gt;I called it.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Nadine/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SZewtzFMt_I/AAAAAAAAAVI/6sALBX2Zp7Y/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_08+Feb.+14+23.17.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SZewtzFMt_I/AAAAAAAAAVI/6sALBX2Zp7Y/s400/ScreenHunter_08+Feb.+14+23.17.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302901387104663538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I called it the, "Rexona: It won't let you down!" pose and now some friends in Friendster are doing it too. Rawr. And since it is such a big hit, Hollywood stars are getting into it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.orange048.multiply.com/image/6:iluvtwilight/photos/1341/1200x1200/1/untitled.PNG?et=lDttjiZT8g48G65k0dwEAA&amp;amp;nmid=194024179"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 506px; height: 304px;" src="http://images.orange048.multiply.com/image/6:iluvtwilight/photos/1341/1200x1200/1/untitled.PNG?et=lDttjiZT8g48G65k0dwEAA&amp;amp;nmid=194024179" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nikki Reed, for example.&lt;br /&gt;Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next? I'm calling Justin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i27.tinypic.com/e8s9oj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 594px;" src="http://i27.tinypic.com/e8s9oj.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from The Wizards of Waverly Place, the next papable Disney baby after my future boyfriend, Shia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://innerjoejoe.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/shia_labeouf-maybe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 292px;" src="http://innerjoejoe.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/shia_labeouf-maybe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shiiiit. I am in lust!!! O__o&lt;br /&gt;LaBUFF na LaBUFF na nga, BeouKAT na BeouKAT pa talaga (shut up, I know it's Labeouf)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-5222117704020232547?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/5222117704020232547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=5222117704020232547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/5222117704020232547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/5222117704020232547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-called-it.html' title='I called it!'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SZewtzFMt_I/AAAAAAAAAVI/6sALBX2Zp7Y/s72-c/ScreenHunter_08+Feb.+14+23.17.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-2226521351852309862</id><published>2009-02-16T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:28:45.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And at the top of my list.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SZea0RrcY3I/AAAAAAAAAVA/JGHTCdB0SCs/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_03+Feb.+14+22.57.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SZea0RrcY3I/AAAAAAAAAVA/JGHTCdB0SCs/s400/ScreenHunter_03+Feb.+14+22.57.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302877309141541746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is Obama's first President's day. =)&lt;br /&gt;Today, we also had to pay for my tuition fee.&lt;br /&gt;And today, I officially applied for "intent to graduate!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAHHHH!!!! AT LAST!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the last leg of my school life is almoooost within reach. Wooooo!! This is thee historical moment, peepsies!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS really is, IT.&lt;br /&gt;Yeayea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 13 years in CSA.&lt;br /&gt;1 and a half at LaSalle.&lt;br /&gt;And the will be 2 at LAGCC (thank you Lord for credited subjects!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL FINALLY BE ABLE TO MARCH AT THE MADISON SQUARE GARDEN!&lt;br /&gt;I WILL FINAAAALLY BE FUDGING DONE!&lt;br /&gt;Wooohoooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats this feeling! Parang Drew Barrymore's, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing beats the first kiss&lt;/span&gt;!" line lang. The happiness I'm feeling right now... it is just, unexplainable/indescribable. Hahahaha!! I'm at loss for words! =''')  I am just super excited for this!!! For this, is what every student looks forward to the most- and this, is what I have been looking forward to for quite a few months now. I just want to work so bad and earn lots and lots of Benjamin$$$ already!!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; goodbye terror teachers;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost&lt;/span&gt; goodbye exams, homeworks, research papers;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost&lt;/span&gt; goodbye you, thesis;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost&lt;/span&gt; goodbye cheating seatmates;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost&lt;/span&gt; goodbye writing notes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost&lt;/span&gt; goodbye paying tuitions;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost&lt;/span&gt; goodbye reading boring, boring, boring, (did I say boring?) books;&lt;br /&gt;Just, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; goodbye school, in general!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few more months, I will no longer have to see, smell, hear, taste and breath you.&lt;br /&gt;In a few more months, I will be out of your face.&lt;br /&gt;In a few more months, I will be free from you, at long last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride has been worth the while, but all things just need to come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;I may miss you. But trust me, not in the near 3-5 years.&lt;br /&gt;See you, again, when I enroll my firstborn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost&lt;/span&gt; till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost&lt;/span&gt; bye!!!&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-2226521351852309862?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/2226521351852309862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=2226521351852309862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2226521351852309862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2226521351852309862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-at-top-of-my-list.html' title='And at the top of my list.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SZea0RrcY3I/AAAAAAAAAVA/JGHTCdB0SCs/s72-c/ScreenHunter_03+Feb.+14+22.57.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-2234074017931576243</id><published>2009-02-15T11:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:58:00.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You do not, ever, bite the hand that feeds you! Never.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j301/RazzleRachel/ANTITWILIGHT3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 194px;" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j301/RazzleRachel/ANTITWILIGHT3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Twihaters, unite!)&lt;br /&gt;(And thank you for not even bothering to include the Breaking Dawn "book" in the picture, because for me, IT cannot even be considered as one. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear SCHMeyer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to tell you that I am now leaving your bandwagon. Yes, I am now over you and all your invented pseudo-vampires. Edward doesn't dazzle me anymore and I cannot believe I even fell for all that shining shimmering splendid crap you made. I just wanna LA PUSH all of you into a cliff. Bella, the klutz, head-first. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading Midnight Sun, expecting something different... expecting it to be, I don't know, as BRILLIANT as it sounded like from all the "good" reviews I've read about it. But no. You, like Starscream (Megatron: Transformers, duh?), have failed me yet again. It was as boring as that hideous thing you made... that 4th part you called a book, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being all Shakespeare-an, Steph. Just stop. You can't pull it off. You just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, cheers to you for actually NOT finishing your latest crapola work. The world is now a much nicer, much better place to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph, I only have one more thing to say to you-- You, Suck! Yes, pun intended. And someone, someone REALLY RELEVANT in the world of literature, also has something in his mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Both Rowling and Meyer, they're speaking directly to young people... The REAL difference is that J. Rowling is a terrific writer and Stephenie Meyer can't write worth a darn. She's not very good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                - (Thee) STEPHEN KING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Your fan-no-more,&lt;br /&gt;xX.Nadine.Xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-2234074017931576243?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/2234074017931576243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=2234074017931576243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2234074017931576243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2234074017931576243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-do-not-ever-bite-hand-that-feeds.html' title='You do not, ever, bite the hand that feeds you! Never.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-5632656280924822535</id><published>2009-02-14T08:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:12:00.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before it all runs out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SZSRZevjHpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/EsCPfENLGPI/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282354%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SZSRZevjHpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/EsCPfENLGPI/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282354%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302022528257171090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes my hand and draws a bridge with a kitty on the other side*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*laughter*&lt;br /&gt;"So, how'd the kitty get to the other side?"&lt;br /&gt;*laughs*&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;"Think about it."&lt;br /&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I really don't get it."&lt;br /&gt;*tilts head sideways*&lt;br /&gt;"I give up... is this a joke?"&lt;br /&gt;*laughs*&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;"So...?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's not."&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;"I just want to hold your hand."&lt;br /&gt;*♥*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so,&lt;br /&gt;FROM OUR HAPPY HEARTS (and stomachs) TO YOURS:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SZSRZu__7iI/AAAAAAAAAU4/pbaTmGbuU2U/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282355%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SZSRZu__7iI/AAAAAAAAAU4/pbaTmGbuU2U/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282355%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302022532621135394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; HOP PEE V. DAE!!! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SZSRZRBpC7I/AAAAAAAAAUo/DWNpZ-mWczM/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282353%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SZSRZRBpC7I/AAAAAAAAAUo/DWNpZ-mWczM/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282353%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302022524574960562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;C+N=4ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*so highschool*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-5632656280924822535?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/5632656280924822535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=5632656280924822535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/5632656280924822535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/5632656280924822535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/before-it-all-runs-out.html' title='Before it all runs out!'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SZSRZevjHpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/EsCPfENLGPI/s72-c/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282354%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-6114789057767662318</id><published>2009-02-13T07:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:16:17.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random act of kindness by a stranger. (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/APPOD/personaluse_9137761%7EThe-Number-7-Train-Runs-Through-the-Queens-Borough-of-New-York-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/APPOD/personaluse_9137761%7EThe-Number-7-Train-Runs-Through-the-Queens-Borough-of-New-York-Posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christian and I were on our way home, inside an NY subway, the 7 train line to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three stops from our base station, a typical homeless man walks inside and does his typical speech- one that he probably mutters a hundred times in a span of a day, to ask for some change.&lt;br /&gt;No one pays him any attention, given that the cart we were in was only halfway full. He prances around till he gets close to where we were. Seated in front of us was a Hispanic family: a Mom who looked deprived of a good night's sleep, 2 toddlers who were seated beside her and a baby, sleeping on her stroller, on her other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man murmurs something to the mother and produces two quarters from his pocket. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ola, Mami! I have kids as well. I know how hard life is. We all need some help every once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;", he says while giving the said quarters to the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the train reaches its next stop and he jumps out with such vigor-- which is really quite unusual for someone who has not gotten what he wanted, and even shelled out some of what he was asking for, in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=''')&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord, for little miracles like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-6114789057767662318?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/6114789057767662318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=6114789057767662318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/6114789057767662318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/6114789057767662318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-act-of-kindness-by-stranger-1.html' title='Random act of kindness by a stranger. (1)'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-1521503441825707616</id><published>2009-02-12T16:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:19:31.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because FML said so.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.tinypic.com/kdveiv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 366px;" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/kdveiv.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today, we weren't supposed to have classes. But because the department fukced our schedule up, we missed the first day of school and so we had to make up for it, today... when all the other students are still on their beds, snoozing their lungs out.&lt;br /&gt;FML!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-1521503441825707616?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/1521503441825707616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=1521503441825707616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/1521503441825707616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/1521503441825707616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-fml-said-so.html' title='Because FML said so.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/kdveiv_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-4861604133353927706</id><published>2009-02-11T16:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T16:51:17.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol, I said, "derriere."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Today, my boss fired me via text message. I don't have a text messaging plan. I paid $0.25 to get fired. FML"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Today, my on-and-off boyfriend of 8 years asked me to cheer him up. I told him that I'm in love with him. He said "Oh, I just wanted a blowjob." FML"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Today, I was kicked out of my track team's locker room because the coach said there weren't enough lockers for everyone on the team. There are 74 lockers and only 52 girls on the team. FML"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Today, I accidentally unplugged my headphones in the quiet section of the library, causing my music to play from my laptop at full volume. I was listening to Celine Dion. I'm the captain of the football team. FML"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOLOLOLOL!! Just some of the more funny lines from one of my fave sites to visit when I'm bored, &lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com"&gt;Fmylife.com&lt;/a&gt;. Check it out! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;I'm still busy with school!! The finals are coming next week but we will have a semi-long weekend because it's President's Day on Monday! WoohooOBAMA! Oooh, and I just want to say that I'm super excited for the upcoming, one of my fave unofficial holidays... Valentines'!!! Yeyeyey!! =)) Heehee!! And it just sunk in, I'll be graduating in 4 months!!! 4 MONTHS, BABYYYY!!!! And Valentines' is in 3 days!!! Waahh!!! =)) What? &lt;a href="http://purplepink11.multiply.com/journal/item/119/KC_Concepcion_is_actually_a_boy"&gt;And KC Concepcion is a boy&lt;/a&gt;? What? Also, my skinnies are getting tighter around my derriere and I don't know if it's because of the dryer (shrinking it) or because I'm getting, you know, fatter? And prank calls are really funny, trust me! Lol! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the incoherent sentences! I'm realllllly braindead right now!&lt;br /&gt;Hello, goodbye! =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-4861604133353927706?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/4861604133353927706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=4861604133353927706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/4861604133353927706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/4861604133353927706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/lol-i-said-derriere.html' title='Lol, I said, &quot;derriere.&quot;'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-1705063548350758383</id><published>2009-02-10T16:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:00:43.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I-credit mo naman ako!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alam kong hindi lang ako ang may karapatang mag-crave ng KK donuts, pero napaka "COINCIDENTAL" naman yata na isang araw, o isang oras pagkatapos kong mag-link ng Disneyland secrets at Thisiswhyyourefat.com sa Plurk eh nai-Plurk mo rin EKSAKTO yung mga link na yun. Credit naman, chong! Tnx! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-1705063548350758383?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/1705063548350758383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=1705063548350758383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/1705063548350758383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/1705063548350758383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-credit-mo-naman-ako.html' title='I-credit mo naman ako!'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-5570432029786426654</id><published>2009-02-09T07:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T07:02:00.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To the woman I will forever love to hate:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom, I look at you&lt;br /&gt;and I see a walking miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your unfailing love without limit,&lt;br /&gt;your ability to soothe my every hurt,&lt;br /&gt;the way you are on duty, unselfishly,&lt;br /&gt;every hour, every day,&lt;br /&gt;makes me so grateful&lt;br /&gt;that I am yours, and you are mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With open arms and an open heart,&lt;br /&gt;with enduring patience and inner strength,&lt;br /&gt;you gave so much for me,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes at your expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my teacher,&lt;br /&gt;my comforter, my encourager,&lt;br /&gt;appreciating all, forgiving all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took you for granted, Mom,&lt;br /&gt;but I won’t now, and I never will again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that everything I am today&lt;br /&gt;relates to you and your loving care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gaze in wonder&lt;br /&gt;as I watch you being you—&lt;br /&gt;my miracle, my bestEST friend,&lt;br /&gt;my life, only to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SYy1fX8yfvI/AAAAAAAAAUY/UbNPCCbh-rM/s1600-h/image.php"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SYy1fX8yfvI/AAAAAAAAAUY/UbNPCCbh-rM/s400/image.php" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299810412117786354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... So so so much! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY _6th birthday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Because a real woman NEVER reveals her age! =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-5570432029786426654?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/5570432029786426654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=5570432029786426654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/5570432029786426654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/5570432029786426654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-woman-i-will-forever-love-to-hate.html' title='To the woman I will forever love to hate:'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SYy1fX8yfvI/AAAAAAAAAUY/UbNPCCbh-rM/s72-c/image.php' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-8782298295093487904</id><published>2009-02-08T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:17:30.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meanie, meanie, bobinie!</title><content type='html'>I tried... so hard... not to laugh... but I failed. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu!! Sorry, I'm mean... BUT THE CAPTIONS!!&lt;br /&gt;It's not the pictures... it's the captions!! The freakin' captions made it LOLlable!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SYyxbYlPo3I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JG4Saduz41Q/s1600-h/envy_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SYyxbYlPo3I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JG4Saduz41Q/s400/envy_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299805945521480562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SYyxbLzPJBI/AAAAAAAAAUI/z6tiNtBrwD0/s1600-h/spongebob-roundpants-demotivational-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SYyxbLzPJBI/AAAAAAAAAUI/z6tiNtBrwD0/s400/spongebob-roundpants-demotivational-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299805942090507282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aaaaah! SI &lt;a href="http://www.bryanboy.com/"&gt;BRYANBOY&lt;/a&gt; KASIIIII!!!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-8782298295093487904?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/8782298295093487904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=8782298295093487904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/8782298295093487904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/8782298295093487904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/meanie-meanie-bobinie.html' title='Meanie, meanie, bobinie!'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SYyxbYlPo3I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JG4Saduz41Q/s72-c/envy_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-3047476413259074320</id><published>2009-02-07T09:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T09:32:07.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new toy is...</title><content type='html'>...battery operated! Haha! Old school, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SYx_2T_xGfI/AAAAAAAAAUA/dOmN7IVXbsk/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282349%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SYx_2T_xGfI/AAAAAAAAAUA/dOmN7IVXbsk/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282349%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299751432565627378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually an AM/FM player, which I named, Lola ('cause it's OLD school nga-- get it, OLD?). Haha! We have a radio player at home which I always used, to listen to z100 every morning when my Mom leaves for work. I, now, can't use it anymore because when my Mom leaves for work, my Lolo remains and he watches the television. I remember, my old Nokia phone which had a built in radio on it. I loved that phone but I couldn't bring it here with me 'cause it wasn't tri-band. Huhu! And both phones I'm using at present, a Nokia and a MotoRazr, doesn't have built in radio's on them so I was ecstatic when I found this treasure lying around the house-- inside my Mom's cabinet, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I like listening to the radio better than listening to my iPod. I guess because with radio, you'll never know what songs are gonna play next. I love that "surprise me" feeling! Haha! Before, I used to listen to the radio more often than watch TV. When we were at the dorms, we had no TV and so we lived on FM radio-- always tuned in to Magic89.9 alone. I miss that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, here's another kwento. This morning, I went downstairs to do the laundry, looking like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SYx_xNBNjUI/AAAAAAAAAT4/QLSqe-35WAg/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282322%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SYx_xNBNjUI/AAAAAAAAAT4/QLSqe-35WAg/s200/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282322%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299751344793292098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "kakagising lang" look meaning; un-suklay-ed hair, oversized white pambahay shirt and Piglet-printed pajama bottoms. Heehee! In short, the basura look. Hey, but I brushed my teeth and washed my face ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So yun nga, I was almost done with it- I only needed to get the clothes out of the dryer, when I realized that there was only 1 laundry basket. ONLY ONE... and there were 4 of us who needed to use it! With me were 2 Espanol-speaking people: an old lady and a guy who looked like he was in his late twenties, and a white girl who looked like she was in her early thirties. So while the Espanols were talking amongst themselves, I talked to the white girl and we both thought it would only be best if we call our building Super, Carlos. Since I had my cellphone with me, I volunteered to do it. Carlos said he was gonna try to look for the other baskets on the other floors and that he couldn't do anything about it because our other neighbors, who are jerks in my opinion, take them and claim them as their own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be nice to just give it to the old lady because kawawa naman if we let her carry her laundry. I guess the other 2 agreed cause they were quiet naman. On my way to the elevator, the Spanish guy, who at that time was standing at the door, said "Hey sweetie!", in a really low, really pasexy voice. Haha! It was funny... so I just smiled at him and then continued to walk! Walalang! Morning pick-me-upper kasi I looked so kadiri and yet he still thought I looked like a "sweetie!" Haha! LOL! It would be akward, though, if I see him one of these days on the corridors... Walalang, I'm just flattered, and a bit kilig... Ahaha! Sorry, Mr. Christian Delgadoooo!!!!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I just discovered that there's an iPhone app for AM/FM radio!!! It's called Slacker, yata! Waah!! I wanttt!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-3047476413259074320?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/3047476413259074320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=3047476413259074320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/3047476413259074320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/3047476413259074320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-new-toy-is.html' title='My new toy is...'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SYx_2T_xGfI/AAAAAAAAAUA/dOmN7IVXbsk/s72-c/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282349%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-6352182611408127769</id><published>2009-02-06T13:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:34:11.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In love, out late, under pressure and in tears.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nr8EzabrCNI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nr8EzabrCNI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent about 5 hours watching all the episodes (3 seasons worth!) last Saturday while waiting for Christian to get out of work. Nyahaha! For those of you who are not familiar with this, it's Girls in Love, a book-based series from Nickelodeon I used to follow during my teen years. Check out the Nadine character! Goth princess!! My total opposite!! Haha! But she's cute.. as all Nadine's usually are! Loooowl! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my all-things-English mode now... There was Dev Patel, the Ireland visitor, Skins (TONY!!!!), and now this! What's next? Harry Potter? Simon Cowell? Mr. Bean? The Beckhams? Orlando Bloom? Hugh Grant? Jude Law? Sophie Kinsella? Prince William? Kate Winslet? Leona Lewis? The Beatles?  Princess Diana? Ugh, I wanna go on a Eurotrip again! Moooooommy, let's!!! Oink! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-6352182611408127769?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/6352182611408127769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=6352182611408127769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/6352182611408127769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/6352182611408127769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-love-out-late-under-pressure-and-in.html' title='In love, out late, under pressure and in tears.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-7106088060892545333</id><published>2009-02-05T10:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:07:35.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cotton.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SYiZXPOA93I/AAAAAAAAATw/XFD34SCqcaM/s1600-h/Image.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SYiZXPOA93I/AAAAAAAAATw/XFD34SCqcaM/s400/Image.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298653586102744946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's all! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What? I’m aware it’s short but I still have a midterm to study for and a report to type! So if you could even remotely, in some strange/twisted kind of way, help me in memorizing all the terms I need or can jot down a paragraph or two about Black Slavery RIGHT NOW, then by all means, force me to write something longer… Otherwise, just shuttup!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol!&lt;br /&gt;I kid, I kid. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;Relax, it’s no biggie. It’s not like The United States is my boyfriend, thus (which), makes me obligated to make a very long, very mushy entry because it’s our 2nd year together-- it’s not like that at all. =P&lt;/p&gt;  Besides, if it was, then I won’t probably be typing about it now as we would more likely still be on the bed, getting on 3rd base… &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ball, baseball he thinks he's gonna score. If you let him go all the way then you are a whore... ticulture studies flowers, geologist studies rocks. The only thing a guy wants from you is a place to put his cock... roaches, beetles, butterflies and bugs. Nothing makes him happier than a giant pair of jug... glers and acrobats, a dancing bear named Chuck. All guys really want to do is for... get it, no such luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT? IT’S FROM HOT CHICK!!! =))&lt;br /&gt;*wink!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-7106088060892545333?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/7106088060892545333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=7106088060892545333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/7106088060892545333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/7106088060892545333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/cotton.html' title='Cotton.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SYiZXPOA93I/AAAAAAAAATw/XFD34SCqcaM/s72-c/Image.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-2708422315921994884</id><published>2009-02-04T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:32:51.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nadine, the Nickwhore.</title><content type='html'>I'm a proud Nickelodeon baby! When I was younger, I remember I would send them snailmails and they would always reply to my letters, and sometimes even send freebies like stickers or mouse pads. That's why they were my fave! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just miss the shows I used to watch when I was younger because Nick programs now are uber "meh!" There are only a handful that I can tolerate and those are iCarly, Drake and Josh, Unfabulous, Zoey101 and Ned's Declassified. Other than those, Che! Disney Channel, FTW na! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right! So just on top of my head, here's a list of some of my most treasured Nickshows:&lt;br /&gt;(I hope you could still remember them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nick.com/common/images/tv/new/kablam/downloads/kablaam2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 452px; height: 440px;" src="http://www.nick.com/common/images/tv/new/kablam/downloads/kablaam2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LIFE WITH LOOPY.&lt;br /&gt;(I liked her a lot! I also had a... thing for her brother, Larry! Rawr. Anobayan! Crushing on a cartoon- I should be called Loopy too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa255/mattpoop9/AllThatLogo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 204px;" src="http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa255/mattpoop9/AllThatLogo.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember this? I love them!! But the original cast members lang, 'cause the new ones were boring na. My fave sketches would have to be Ask Ashley (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear Ashley... that's me!"&lt;/span&gt;) and Good Burger (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Welcome to good burger, home of the good burgers. Can I take your order?"&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://xce.xanga.com/1c0c863753735202956199/z157523515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 350px;" src="http://xce.xanga.com/1c0c863753735202956199/z157523515.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And in connection to that, Josh Server, is probably my fave cast member- only 'cause I had the biggest crush on him (as big as his fake ears!). Lol! I wonder where he is now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quizilla.com/user_images/P/pacosmotorbike/1056345190_esClarissa.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 213px;" src="http://www.quizilla.com/user_images/P/pacosmotorbike/1056345190_esClarissa.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My childhood god, Clarissa!!! All time favorite!!! I would watch this everytime it airs eventhough I have seen the episodes over and over again! I love her clothes and how she deals with "stuff." Tapos before, I wanted to have a bestfriend that would climb through my window din! I miss Sam.. and Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Darling.. and kulit Ferguson (who I'm sure is all grown up by now!).. and the pet turtle. Waah! Ang sarap, and at the same time sad, mag reminisce! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.woodburningmusic.com/internal/pete_and_pete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 417px;" src="http://www.woodburningmusic.com/internal/pete_and_pete.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guys I wanted as brothers! Haha! They were funny!! And their Mom had a metal plate on her head... cool! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nydailynews.com/blogs/ilovetowatch/docs/images/2644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.nydailynews.com/blogs/ilovetowatch/docs/images/2644.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A club I wanted to be a part of... the Midnight Society. Oooh, creepy! And I still watch it from time to time when they air old episodes. Grabe, noon, takot na takot ako sa mga stories nila... but now, I'm like, "Natakot ako dun?" Haha! Uy, I'm maturing-- lol, a bit lang, 'cause I still find their opening credits scary-- yung clown kasi! Rar!=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouIk9GkMis8/SBN2-EQNnoI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ue1OPYbhiK0/s400/Picture%2B3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouIk9GkMis8/SBN2-EQNnoI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ue1OPYbhiK0/s400/Picture%2B3.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FIGURE IT OUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;Aaah!! I wanted to join this game show so bad! When watching it, I would pretend I was one of the contestants and I would guess along with them! Haha! SECRET SLIME ACTION!!! Funny!!! =))  I wanted to be an audience member too, 'cause they always gave away free stuff!! Waah!! I miss, I miss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rugratonline.com/arnold3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 237px;" src="http://www.rugratonline.com/arnold3a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HEY ARNOLD! ♥&lt;br /&gt;I watched the movie! I wanted to study at PS118! I was obsessed with the boy with the football shaped head! I was jealous of Ruth and Lila! I was Helga! I am inlove with this show. I am, I am, I am!!! And the best thing about this show is, there was a character named Nadine!! Haha! Eyelove her- eventhough she has spider hair, like me (kulot)!!&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Nadine/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mysites.nl/upload/logo/logo_108542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 506px; height: 513px;" src="http://www.mysites.nl/upload/logo/logo_108542.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who loves them... and their shenanigans... and Mr. Rockmore... and Orange soda... and Chris?&lt;br /&gt;"I DO, I DO, I DO, I DO-ooo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lancsbtba.co.uk/btba/images/300px-rugrats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 373px;" src="http://www.lancsbtba.co.uk/btba/images/300px-rugrats.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RUGRATS.&lt;br /&gt;Theee cutest babies of all time! I'm LSS-ing to their theme song right now! Heehee! You know, I was Lil and my cousin, Priolo, was Phil during the times we played pretend Rugrats-- when I was in *gulp* highschool! =P LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You liked? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Kthnxbye. I'm out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-2708422315921994884?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/2708422315921994884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=2708422315921994884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2708422315921994884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2708422315921994884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/nadine-nickwhore.html' title='Nadine, the Nickwhore.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouIk9GkMis8/SBN2-EQNnoI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ue1OPYbhiK0/s72-c/Picture%2B3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-6904530949212926869</id><published>2009-02-03T11:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:34:01.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Matey!</title><content type='html'>My Feedjit updater shows that someone from Dublin, Ireland visits this site regularly. To that someone, I only have one bloody message for you, pal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ZZOMGOSH!!! I REALLY HOPE YOU ARE MR. MARK MICHAEL PATRICK FEEHILY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And losers, if you don't know him, then I pity you! Bwahaha! But seriously, I don't know anyone from there. I don't have relatives, friends or even cyberblog friends there. So if that's you, Mark, bugger, please oh please leave a message on my cbox. Blimey! I still looove you-- even if you're into boys now. Huhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I... I forgive you... and one day maybe we can go shopping together; and try on clothes, preferably in the loo; we could also go to a salon- and we'd both get our hair and nails done while talking about that fugly butterface Mariah and her fat arse; then you and me could maybe self-tan each other, that would be awesome; or we could go skinny-dipping and then you'll show me your Big Ben, err, I mean The Big Ben, you know the one in London, maybe you could tour me around that area; or maybe we'd just watch all of your music videos together, just you and me, yea?; I might even let you read a fan fiction I made of you and me when I was 15; oh, and let's not forget to visit Mary, she'll like that, lol; and the best thing that we could do together, DUET!!! Woooo! I would die. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The more I know of you, is the more I know I love you. And the more that I'm sure, I want you forever and ever more..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi, psychobabbling me! Mental!!!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Hey, did you notice, I was typing that with an English accent. Oh, behave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-6904530949212926869?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/6904530949212926869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=6904530949212926869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/6904530949212926869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/6904530949212926869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/matey.html' title='Matey!'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-2519807272619827689</id><published>2009-02-02T11:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:10:36.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's do this shizzz!</title><content type='html'>Told you I'd be back!&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today, darlings, I will introduce you to 2 of my newest celebrity crushes! My new Hollywood boytoys, if you must! LOLOLOL!&lt;br /&gt;As you may well know, I, crazy-ass, stalk my crushables a lot! And by stalking, I mean, Googling them! Lol! Lame, I know. But what can I do? I have limited resources! Maybe when I become a millionaire after winning in Who Wants to be a Millionaire, like my other crush (clue? more like a dead giveaway!), I'd be like Rose (Charlie's stalker in Two and a half Men) and literally crawl my way up to their private bathrooms. Sayaaaa! Oh Shia baby, you and your weird name are number one on my list! Rawr! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crushee numba' one: Michael Yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.orbitcast.com/archives/michael_yo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://www.orbitcast.com/archives/michael_yo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My half-black/half-Korean lover (lol!). The first time I saw him was when he was one of the panelists in Chelsea (Handler) Lately's round table. I thought he was a stand-up comedian, but thanks to my new bestfriend, Google, I found out that he's one of E! News' correspondents.&lt;br /&gt;Man, this boy is hotta hotta! Yummm!! The first thing that attracted me to him was his personality. He was so gosh darn funny, and cute, and hot! Okay, maybe the hot part first. Okay, fine fine, I admit, the hot part first! LOL! Shiiit, sexy-time muscles! Saraaap! Regardless... I crush him!&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Most Embarrassing Thing I Ever Got Caught Doing:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Farting in third grade. So traumatic.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(--LOLOLOLzzzz!! This was from his online bio. You naughty baby, Yo! Bad boy, mama will spank youuuu! O__o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Crushee numba' two: Dev Patel(icious)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.gettyimages.com/xc/83497710.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=ViewImages&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=17A4AD9FDB9CF193003A50471BAAE0D5A4FB99880310AE085A5397277B4DC33E"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 594px;" src="http://cache.gettyimages.com/xc/83497710.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=ViewImages&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=17A4AD9FDB9CF193003A50471BAAE0D5A4FB99880310AE085A5397277B4DC33E" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first Indian! I'm an Indian-virgin no more! Lololol! Jooooke, hi Vinay-- my highschool friend na walalang, I remembered 'cause he's Indian! Heehee. =))&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yeah! Well, technically he's British- as he was born and raised there, in England I mean. This baby of mine, I first saw through the highly acclaimed piece, Slumdog Millionaire. Then with the help of another friend of mine, YouTube, I discovered that before he did SlumMil, he had been in the UK teen show, Skins. So I quickly searched for some Skins' episodes and lo and behold the first video I find of him was one where he was wearing only his birthday suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.SAW.HIS.PWET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Kiliiiiiig!! =))  So ayun. He's such a sweetheart too! He's really funny! See, me and my thing for funny guys talaga! And his accent, shiiiit, Ed Westwick in the making. And he's such a gentleman! He also reminds me of Ross Geller (David Schwimmer) from FRIENDS, which is perfect because I've always believed that I was a Rachel Green (Jen Aniston). Ehehehe! Ang saya pa nung ending dance nila! Woohoo!! Juma- JAI HO! din ako eh!! =))  The only thing I don't like about him is that he always looks at Freida, his co-star, during their interviews! Hmp! I'm jellooz. Proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cwzwhHB_L4Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cwzwhHB_L4Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahaha!! Buti nga, go elbow! =P&lt;br /&gt;But I hope they really make it big though, especially him, since they both deserve-- truly deserve it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And well, we all lived happily ever after,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-2519807272619827689?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/2519807272619827689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=2519807272619827689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2519807272619827689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2519807272619827689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-do-this-shizzz.html' title='Let&apos;s do this shizzz!'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-3528676547243935542</id><published>2009-02-01T21:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:12:41.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsk, look up buhay baboy in the dictionary and I bet you'll find a picture of me!</title><content type='html'>I have been seeing a lot of bloggers doing this project called 365. IKYKWIM-- I know you know what I mean... it's basically making an entry everyday for a whole year, hence the name, 365-- since there are 365 days in a year (well except for leaps!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was inspired by their um, determination and um, perseverance and so I decided I wanted to do one myself. Heehee!! This is eGGxciting!!! Well, for me atleast! And yeah, I know I'm 31 days late but I'll try to make up for it by religiously blogging daily. Nyek, ang redundant ata nun. Hihi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, let me share with you the things I have been doing this weekend. Erm, let me rephrase that... let me share with you the things I have been watching this weekend 'cause I wouldn't wanna share the things I ate because you might just lose all your respect for me. Seryoso, sugar overkill/hello, calories!!! Haha! Hmp, ok where was I again? As I've said, there have been a loooooot of couch potato&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; going on here since I'm a loooooser and I have no other friends besides Christian who:&lt;br /&gt;A. Had worked all day this Saturday; and&lt;br /&gt;B. Is hanging out at a friends house with a few other friends to watch the freakin' Superbowl.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I hate the Superbowl! It's so long... it's too long! And all for what? Football? Puhleaseeee! I'd rather have my gums taken out! Joooooke. LOL! Basta, I hate it-- I don't mind the commercials though, some of them are funny! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here's the list in the order I watched them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sofacinema.co.uk/guardian/images/products/0/6720-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 429px;" src="http://www.sofacinema.co.uk/guardian/images/products/0/6720-large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one made me laugh eventhough it's supposed to be a suspence flick! It's an old Reese movie about a psychotic boyfriend, who becomes obsessed with his girlfriend, he ends up doing things a normal person doesn't do. I found it funny because I've never seen Reese so... horny? Haha! I liked it! And I just want to say that I also like Reese's last name... Witherspoon. It's funny! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emlic.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/freedom-writers-poster-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 500px;" src="http://emlic.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/freedom-writers-poster-0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now this one is an inspiring film! I even cried because it really touched me. V. heartwarming!!! Um, maybe if I wasn't where I am right now, like say, if I was still studying in the Philippines, I wouldn't really think of this as something extraordinary. But because I'm here, in one of the most culturally diverse places in America, I can say that I can somewhat relate to the situations that took place in the movie, although not personally. What's even better about it is that it was based in real life. I guess that part really affected me the most. Hay!! Basta, it's good! I know I'm such a douche bag movie reviewer but trust me, when I say it's good, it really is. Try watching it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.entertainmentwallpaper.com/images/desktops/movie/casino_royale01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 293px;" src="http://www.entertainmentwallpaper.com/images/desktops/movie/casino_royale01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.entertainmentwallpaper.com/images/desktops/movie/rush_hour3_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 335px;" src="http://www.entertainmentwallpaper.com/images/desktops/movie/rush_hour3_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These two, I watched, because my TV-hogging Lolo, which I love ever so dearly, requested for something "action-y." LOL! I've already seen them before so, walalang. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm, I'm also currently watching Sydney White, which I've seen before too. Thank you Lord for HBO in demand! Well, I'm not really watching it because I'm typing and I know what I'm doing is such an electricity waster (sorry na, go-greeners!), but I just don't like typing in silence. Haha! So yea, so far, those are the shows I watched today (Sunday), and it's only half past nine. The night's still young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what do you know, S. White just ended! Next? August Rush or Fantastic Four?&lt;br /&gt;I shall continue watching on my lazy ass now.&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next and the next.&lt;br /&gt;Wooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-3528676547243935542?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/3528676547243935542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=3528676547243935542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/3528676547243935542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/3528676547243935542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/02/tsk-look-up-buhay-baboy-in-dictionary.html' title='Tsk, look up buhay baboy in the dictionary and I bet you&apos;ll find a picture of me!'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-4872026284095998295</id><published>2009-01-25T02:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T02:59:33.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This I did, while watching The Soup.</title><content type='html'>At loss for words.&lt;br /&gt;Brain is goo....&lt;br /&gt;...goo&lt;br /&gt;...gaa&lt;br /&gt;...gaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm a baby.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hassle mag-blog!&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not leaving.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add me on Plurk.&lt;br /&gt;It's easier!&lt;br /&gt;(And on Skype: nadinearraiza --&lt;br /&gt;'cause it's cooler than Y!M)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved Bride Wars!&lt;br /&gt;Add Anne Hathaway on the list of girls I'd do.&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, do as in fukc, este, fudge. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;Together with Leighton Meester,&lt;br /&gt;Mila Kunis,&lt;br /&gt;Blake Lively,&lt;br /&gt;Kaley Cuoco,&lt;br /&gt;Kate Hudson,&lt;br /&gt;Elisha Cuthbert&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Kristin Kreuk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'd include Becky Bloomwood,&lt;br /&gt;but she's fictional!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh geez,&lt;br /&gt;I badly wanna see Confessions of a Shopaholic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and Yes Man was ultimately&lt;br /&gt;"meeeeeh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait!&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm not a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;Nor did or would I turn into one.&lt;br /&gt;Not that there's anything wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;I still have the hots for Shia Labeouf,&lt;br /&gt;Brad Pitt,&lt;br /&gt;John Lloyd Cruz,&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Miller,&lt;br /&gt;Tobey Maguire,&lt;br /&gt;Chace Crawford&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Ed Westwick.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;senselessness&lt;/span&gt; on Chelsea Handler,&lt;br /&gt;which I'm watching right now since The Soup just ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, def adding Joel McHale on the list!!!&lt;br /&gt;And how can I forget?&lt;br /&gt;The big O...&lt;br /&gt;Barack O, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH!&lt;br /&gt;Anobayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, pick chores, you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SXwXHiKj7uI/AAAAAAAAATo/0HvaeO48wcU/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282299%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SXwXHiKj7uI/AAAAAAAAATo/0HvaeO48wcU/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282299%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295132680078487266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IT. IS. FINALLY. HERE.&lt;br /&gt;There is a Santa, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SXwXHQJ7gEI/AAAAAAAAATg/Q9Gwh9Vqwec/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282296%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SXwXHQJ7gEI/AAAAAAAAATg/Q9Gwh9Vqwec/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282296%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295132675243999298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Early V day gifts from loverboy.&lt;br /&gt;Heehee!&lt;br /&gt;Sarapsarapsarap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SXwXHUZoxcI/AAAAAAAAATY/erVWFBlXz8k/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282295%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SXwXHUZoxcI/AAAAAAAAATY/erVWFBlXz8k/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282295%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295132676383622594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SXwXHLlaC4I/AAAAAAAAATQ/GxPs6VQweiw/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282294%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SXwXHLlaC4I/AAAAAAAAATQ/GxPs6VQweiw/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282294%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295132674017069954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here, folks is our favorite desk.&lt;br /&gt;Probably the worst vandalized desk in all of La Guardia history!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry po, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mamser&lt;/span&gt;! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orig message:&lt;/span&gt; Smoking Pefer is the reason y ur still in LAGCC with a GPA of 2.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Add on #1:&lt;/span&gt; It's spelled Peefer, dumbass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Add on #2:&lt;/span&gt; I always shmoke B4 this class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Add on #3:&lt;/span&gt; Pop my cherry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHRISTIAN'S add on:&lt;/span&gt; I can smoke, fuck your girl, and still spell better than U! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Talaga lang ah?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY add on:&lt;/span&gt; Hello, sunshine! *happy face* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Baduy no?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;I = sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;br /&gt;Mornight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-4872026284095998295?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/4872026284095998295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=4872026284095998295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/4872026284095998295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/4872026284095998295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-i-did-while-watching-soup.html' title='This I did, while watching The Soup.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SXwXHiKj7uI/AAAAAAAAATo/0HvaeO48wcU/s72-c/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282299%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-4163732128231168573</id><published>2009-01-19T22:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:33:18.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Berry, berry merry!</title><content type='html'>It's funny, and in a way kind of weird too, that I'm having a hard time maintaining a blog again! Heehee. =) And it's not because I have NO stories to write... it's actually the opposite! Haha! (*look at title*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... But I do update my Plurk account everyday because I love Plurking (ehemKARMAehemNIRVANAehem) and I love micro-kwento&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; and I love Plurk just because it's so easy, even a ngo-ngo could read it! =P LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I leave you with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MHtjm3nzuxE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MHtjm3nzuxE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...taken months ago (which was last year!) when I was still, figuratively, living inside the intarnetz. Looooolcats! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sensible updates soon!&lt;br /&gt;And will bloghop too tomorrow, I promise! =*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-4163732128231168573?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/4163732128231168573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=4163732128231168573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/4163732128231168573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/4163732128231168573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/01/berry-berry-merry.html' title='Berry, berry merry!'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-2497797142465070965</id><published>2009-01-12T00:45:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:23:25.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraluman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate senti / emote days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na talaga eh, wala na... Pero alam mo yung pakiramdam ng biglang nag-flashback ulit lahat lahat ng masasayang araw nyo dahil may isang bagay na nakapagpaalala sayo nito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BOOM!"-- Ganun na ganun eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CFOQORGU-Pw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CFOQORGU-Pw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At kahit hindi rin naging kami sa huli, siya parin (ang) first love ko&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan kasi, hindi na yung mismong tao eh... Kundi yung mga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maliligayang samahan at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;masasayang memoryang nabuo nyo noon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/zoMwEMwp73"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/zoMwEMwp73" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=zoMwEMwp73"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=zoMwEMwp73"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=zoMwEMwp73"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=zoMwEMwp73"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/zoMwEMwp73/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tagal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* laughs *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Game?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Game."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero psst, salamat parin sayo ha! At maraming salamat para dito.&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang sa muli. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-2497797142465070965?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/2497797142465070965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=2497797142465070965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2497797142465070965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2497797142465070965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/01/paraluman.html' title='Paraluman.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-4649176319688196172</id><published>2009-01-10T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:15:09.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Readers-- that is IF there are any,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sad if I don't update this blog of mine as often as I should (or would like too!). It just simply means that my real life is SO much more better than the cyberlife we all call, internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! But really, things have been going extremely well, 2009! School is great, because even if I'm not classmates with Christian in the 2 classes I'm taking for this 6-week session, I may be having the best professors I've ever had in my entire educational existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Business Law teacher, Prof. David Blumberg, is not only a teacher but a lawyer (not practicing anymore though, but he is a Boards member.) as well! He tells thee best stories... stories from being in jury duty, courtrooms and famous cases that were covered by the press. He cracks us all up too! I'm seriously getting my money's worth! I've also checked his "background" on &lt;a href="http://www.ratemyprofessors.com/"&gt;ratemyprofessors.com&lt;/a&gt; and almost all of his comments says he is indeed awesome. Check it out, &lt;a href="http://www.ratemyprofessors.com/ShowRatings.jsp?tid=203179"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other prof is Sir Allen Stevens, (Ph.D) for my Urban Studies - Social Black Community class. Check out his profile &lt;a href="http://www.ratemyprofessors.com/ShowRatings.jsp?tid=815821"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. I like him because he is the first black professor I have encountered that talks black! Haha! He's not afraid to use curse words, say 'Yo mamma jokes and basta, stuff like that! I'm also being exposed to how they are considered as minorities in this country. Prejudice makes me sad talaga. I mean, color is just a color for me, I don't get why others see it differently. Hay! Oh, and I am the only "white girl" (even though I'm Asian! LOL!) in this class as I have foreseen. Haha! But they're all really nice! Like whenever they talk slang, and they see me with a quizical look on my face because I don't get some of the words they use, they explain it to me! Haha! Like this classmate of mine was talking about "naps"- and I thought naps was another term for sleeping right? But as it turns out, it has another meaning... it has something to do with their hair-- 'cause they have coarse hair right, and naps are those things that makes it difficult for them to comb it through. Heehee! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, basta I'm really enjoying this Session! I have a schedule to die for too! Look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="650" border="1" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="SchedTR_TblHeader"&gt;&lt;td class="SchedTD_TblHeader" align="center" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;b&gt;COURSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="SchedTD_TblHeader" align="center"&gt; &lt;b&gt;MON&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="SchedTD_TblHeader" align="center"&gt; &lt;b&gt;TUE&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="SchedTD_TblHeader" align="center"&gt; &lt;b&gt;WED&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="SchedTD_TblHeader" align="center"&gt; &lt;b&gt;THU&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="SchedTD_TblHeader" align="center"&gt; &lt;b&gt;FRI&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="SchedTD_TblHeader" align="center"&gt; &lt;b&gt;SAT&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="SchedTD_TblHeader" align="center"&gt; &lt;b&gt;SUN&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td class="SchedTDCrseInfo" valign="middle" width="16%" align="left" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;    &lt;b&gt;    SSN 186    &lt;/b&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td class="SchedTDMeetInfo" width="12%" align="left"&gt;          &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td class="SchedTDMeetInfo" width="12%" align="left"&gt;         Start:09:15am&lt;br /&gt;    End:12:45pm&lt;br /&gt;    Room:111&lt;br /&gt;    Bldg:C       &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td class="SchedTDMeetInfo" width="12%" align="left"&gt;          &lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="SchedTDMeetInfo" width="12%" align="left"&gt;         Start:09:15am&lt;br /&gt;    End:12:45pm&lt;br /&gt;    Room:111&lt;br /&gt;    Bldg:C       &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td class="SchedTDMeetInfo" width="12%" align="left"&gt;          &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td class="SchedTDMeetInfo" width="12%" align="left"&gt;          &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td class="SchedTDMeetInfo" width="12%" align="left"&gt;          &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td class="SchedTDCrseInfo" valign="middle" width="16%" align="left" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;    &lt;b&gt;    AMM 110    &lt;/b&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td class="SchedTDMeetInfo" width="12%" align="left"&gt;         Start:01:00pm&lt;br /&gt;    End:03:15pm&lt;br /&gt;    Room:715&lt;br /&gt;    Bldg:C       &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td class="SchedTDMeetInfo" width="12%" align="left"&gt;          &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td class="SchedTDMeetInfo" width="12%" align="left"&gt;         Start:01:00pm&lt;br /&gt;    End:03:15pm&lt;br /&gt;    Room:715&lt;br /&gt;    Bldg:C       &lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="SchedTDMeetInfo" width="12%" align="left"&gt;         Start:01:00pm&lt;br /&gt;    End:03:15pm&lt;br /&gt;    Room:715&lt;br /&gt;    Bldg:C       &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td class="SchedTDMeetInfo" width="12%" align="left"&gt;          &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td class="SchedTDMeetInfo" width="12%" align="left"&gt;          &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td class="SchedTDMeetInfo" width="12%" align="left"&gt;          &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;    &lt;table width="650" border="1" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="SchedTR_TblHeader"&gt;   &lt;td class="SchedTD_TblHeader"&gt;&lt;b&gt;COURSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="SchedTD_TblHeader"&gt;&lt;b&gt;REG&lt;br /&gt;CODE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="SchedTD_TblHeader"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DESCRIPTION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="SchedTD_TblHeader"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SECT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="SchedTD_TblHeader"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="SchedTD_TblHeader"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EQ&lt;br /&gt;CR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="SchedTD_TblHeader"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HRS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="SchedTD_TblHeader"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GRD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;            &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="SchedTDDetailInfo"&gt;SSN           186     &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="SchedTDDetailInfo"&gt;7763 &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="SchedTDDetailInfo"&gt;URB STD-SOC BLK COMM &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="SchedTDDetailInfo"&gt;7763 &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="SchedTDDetailInfo"&gt;3.0 &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="SchedTDDetailInfo"&gt;3.0 &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="SchedTDDetailInfo"&gt;3.0 &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="SchedTDDetailInfo"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;                  &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="SchedTDDetailInfo"&gt;AMM           110     &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="SchedTDDetailInfo"&gt;7029 &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="SchedTDDetailInfo"&gt;BUSINESS LAW 1 &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="SchedTDDetailInfo"&gt;7029 &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="SchedTDDetailInfo"&gt;3.0 &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="SchedTDDetailInfo"&gt;3.0 &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="SchedTDDetailInfo"&gt;3.0 &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="SchedTDDetailInfo"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too bad it only lasts for 6 weeks! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, since this is turning into such a random entry and I feel like being random anyways, I'll just talk about the stuff that pops up my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MY KIND OF CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SWi7k3PZY2I/AAAAAAAAASo/uP_zrL8f8jc/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282187%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SWi7k3PZY2I/AAAAAAAAASo/uP_zrL8f8jc/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282187%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289684004324860770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SWi7jiRoMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/tOaARt7ml2A/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282186%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SWi7jiRoMpI/AAAAAAAAASg/tOaARt7ml2A/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282186%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289683981517206162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you may or may not know, I have never been a fan of cheaters! Haha! Ehem, ehem! =))  But this kind of cheating is one that I will tolerate and love for the rest of my life! Heehee! It's Chris' handwriting! He "helped" me during our finals for our Statistics class last Session. Ang galing kasi nya dun and I'm so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obob&lt;/span&gt; at Maths! Haha! So yan, thanks to him, I passed with flying colors! Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeh! Speaking of, visit my FB page! Haha! It says, we're "in a relationship" na kahit hindi naman! ♥ LOL! I forced him to make an FB account because I don't have MySpace and kasi ayaw naman nya ng Friendster daw. Add &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1160107065&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;HIM&lt;/a&gt;, daliiii! =* Ay tapos alam nyo ba nung first day, pareho kaming nakasuot ng blue and white striped hoodies! Ahaha! Hindi namin pinagusapan yun!! Haha! Nakakatuwa lang, we belong! Heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember &lt;a href="http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-sad.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SWi-dUHIY_I/AAAAAAAAASw/uK4HrvZ5xMc/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282208%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SWi-dUHIY_I/AAAAAAAAASw/uK4HrvZ5xMc/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282208%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289687173170750450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SWi-dnKnC3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/6ieK_dilzuo/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282209%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SWi-dnKnC3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/6ieK_dilzuo/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282209%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289687178285615986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SWi-d9O17UI/AAAAAAAAATA/lZpuuWGiQ18/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282210%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SWi-d9O17UI/AAAAAAAAATA/lZpuuWGiQ18/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282210%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289687184208948546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This now is the front part of it... It's still not done because I have a few more pictures and thingamajigs to add to it, but at the moment that is how how it looks like! Haha! I'm SO raiding IKEA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else have I done for this week? Oh, I met up with Karen and Pot last Tuesday and we ate lunch at our old fave place to eat, Seattle's! Haha! The cutie guy at the cashier still remembers me! LOL! He said, "Look who decided to drop by again!" Funny!! Haha! Tapos andami pa nyang kinwento! =P I'll also drop by Pot's house this Sunday 'cause it's Baby Logan's binyag! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, Chris and I had been hanging out almost everyday after classes too. On Monday we went at Queens Mall-- (I finally used the remaining credits on my Forever21 giftcard, one of his presents for me last Christmas. I bought a batwing top and purple leopard print cami! Ay nako, they are SO nice! Haha! I'll show you some pics when I get it out of the hamper.) and Target-- (we needed a new computer mouse, and I got one for just 7 bucks!). He also went with me to Loehmann's last Wednesday because I wanted to check out the stuff they sold there kasi a friend told me that they have branded stuff in there for almost half the original price. True enough, we saw a lot of mura items! And they were originals, promise! I am going back when I have more money na! Haha! =))  On Thursday we watched Bedtime Stories... Nako, sorry Adam love, pero ang pangit.. mashadong pambata kasi! Haha! So yun! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay tapos ang funny, I sold my Accounting book for $85  because I thought I got them for $120. As it turns out, it was only $90 when I checked it at our bookstore again. Haha! Kawawa naman the girl I made uto, but good for me and my pocket! Heehee! I also saw The Tales of Beedle the Bard and it was being sold for $13. Akala ko mura na yun so dapat bibilhin ko na pero when I checked the catalogue, I found out that at Borders, they're selling it for only $7 lang! Kainis! Kaya yun, hihiramin ko nalang sa NY Library! Heehee! And they just called while I'm typing this and said available na daw for pick-up and so I'll probably get it by Monday! =)) Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I have also been movie marathoning again from bootlegged videos found in the interweb! Haha! I watched 7 pounds, House Bunny, Shake Rattle and Roll (kasi I missed Filipino movies!!!) and The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (kahit kakapanood palang namin last week!). =) I wanna see Yes Man, Valkyrie, Bride Wars and The Unborn next, on the big screen though!!! Sana manood ulit kami this week! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I also forgot to tell you how I spent New Years! Ofcourse we went to mass first. Then me, my Mom, Tito Nilo and Ninang Ageeh drove up to Tangers, one of the bigger outlet shops upstate. It was fun! =))  I ALMOST bought my dream Uggs pero wala ng mint green eh! Sayang! We ALMOST ate dinner at The Cheesecake Factory (where Penny from The Big Bang Theory works! Aaaah!) too but there was a 2-hour waiting time (line), kaya hindi natuloy so we ate at Shin Ba nalang, this Japanese resto near our place! Masarap din! Infact, I'll be calling them for delivery after I get finished with this! Haha! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiiiit, nagutom tuloy ako! Scratch that, I'm calling them right now! Yey, shrimp tempuras and chicken katsu!&lt;br /&gt;*hears grumbling stomache*&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-4649176319688196172?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/4649176319688196172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=4649176319688196172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/4649176319688196172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/4649176319688196172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-readers-that-is-if-there-are-any.html' title=''/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SWi7k3PZY2I/AAAAAAAAASo/uP_zrL8f8jc/s72-c/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282187%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-1665198600234440418</id><published>2009-01-03T11:33:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:49:05.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And two thousand eight ends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Belated Happy New Year everyone! I hope you all had a grand time welcoming January with whomever you were with... I sure did! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I see almost everyone making year-end posts, I'd like to also do one myself! Haha! It's my first time to do something like this so I'm really excited to look back on the year that was... which would be made possible, of course, by my handy-dandy--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_XC8-EnkI/AAAAAAAAARw/6uMDa0TRkG0/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282204%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_XC8-EnkI/AAAAAAAAARw/6uMDa0TRkG0/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282204%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287180933282438722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_WpxWHnGI/AAAAAAAAARY/umxACqR8mq8/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282203%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_WpxWHnGI/AAAAAAAAARY/umxACqR8mq8/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282203%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287180500665343074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---planner. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://nadinearraiza.tumblr.com/"&gt;OLD&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://nadinekristel.blogspot.com/"&gt;OLDER &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://nadinearraiza.blogspot.com/"&gt;OLDEST &lt;/a&gt;blogs. -Ah, the year I had three blogs! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry! I have the worst case of memory lapse, ever! Haha! Okay, not really, but I know you get my drift!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is gonna be looooong! Haha! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(EDIT INSERT: Took me 3 hours to finish this, man! LOL!)&lt;/span&gt; Check out the links I'm going to be posting as well, they'll help you "understand" the kwento's better! Heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also eating my breakfast right now as I type this, Special K Almond cereal. Heehee! Yum! Sugar rush! Ooh, I'm thinking of also putting up titles for every month of the year... kinda like the titles of every F.R.I.E.N.D.S epidode there is, where it all starts with "The One." Haha! Just 'cause I looove that show! So there, now that I've set my little helpers, let's get this party started!!! =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANUARY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one where it all started!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://nadinearraiza.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html"&gt;READ THIS&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_V-K2ICDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/34N0T2vdylE/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282190%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_V-K2ICDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/34N0T2vdylE/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282190%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287179751596230706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_V9-yyDUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/JyzMZx84fjA/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282189%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_V9-yyDUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/JyzMZx84fjA/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282189%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287179748360981826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcomed the year with Mom, Ninang Aggie and Joseph and celebrated it at a family friends' house karaoke-ing and eating stuffed salmon. =P&lt;br /&gt;But basically it was the month where I had my heart broken, fixed and broken again- for the nth time by the same person. Haha! Sucks that it had to happen at the start of the year, ei? But oh well, that's life.&lt;br /&gt;Oi, Earl! If ever you get to read this, I am not lashing out or bitching about you again ah! Trust me, it's all goohood-in-the-hood now! Haha! It's just that, I can't possibly write a year-end report without you. You were, afterall, part of the year that was! =) Peace! =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEBRUARY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One with a lot of firsts and where I learned to be Ms. Independent!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://nadinearraiza.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html"&gt;READ THIS&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_V-fJdPpI/AAAAAAAAAP4/a3TmekIfBpQ/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282191%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_V-fJdPpI/AAAAAAAAAP4/a3TmekIfBpQ/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282191%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287179757046021778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I remember this! This month was packed with fun! It was when I got my first job ever, babysitting for this sweet girl named Michelle... In connection with that, I also got my first paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;This was also when I first saw and went inside the Madison Square Garden to watch Matchbox 20 and Alanis Morisette, my first concert in NY with Joseph on Valentine's.&lt;br /&gt;It was also my first time to experience being stalked by a cab driver, which was not fun, btw!&lt;br /&gt;And finally, it was the month where I celebrated my first year anniversary with Lady Liberty (Feb. 5)! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARCH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One where I died- or I wanted to atleast!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://nadinearraiza.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html"&gt;READ THIS&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_V-qGwOvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/e0b4rA3155k/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282192%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_V-qGwOvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/e0b4rA3155k/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282192%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287179759987473138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_V_D9bV_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/Za5uoaH3Zbc/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282193%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_V_D9bV_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/Za5uoaH3Zbc/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282193%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287179766927677426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lack of posts says it all! The time I wished I listened to the big O's (Oprah) wise words-- "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never borrow someone else's  man. If he cheated WITH you, he'll cheat ON you&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month where me and my life was on auto-pilot... The month I had my heart, not only broken, but crushed, cut and shattered into minute pieces as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month that revolved with either just crying myself the whole night to sleep, or crying myself the whole day while waiting for a message, a call, or simply a text from him.&lt;br /&gt;A whole month that purely and solely depended on him.&lt;br /&gt;Ay nako, love naman talaga! But I'm really proud of myself, 'cause back then I would have never thought that I could get over it and just laugh at myself while typing all about it- like what I'm doing right now. Haha! Oh, but check this out! Sa sobrang ka-emohan ko, this was like my mantra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Dying, Dying to find a distraction, to get you away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Dying, Dying to reach a conclusion, so that the world can see.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same old story of love and glory that broke before it bent.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Dying, Dying to live without you again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying, Dying to die just to come back so we can meet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dying, Dying to say what I always should have said.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a strange emotion, but there's still hope in this, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as there's a breath... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Dying, Dying. And I can't live without you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Oh diba? Ang loka-loka ko lang? LOL! But I had fun days as well 'cause this was the month Mary and her friends came over to visit. This was also when we learned (through over-the-counter tests) that Potpot was expecting life! Ah, the miracle. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APRIL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One where I wanted to become a cereal!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://nadinearraiza.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html"&gt;READ THIS&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_WXgT54mI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8zbDlUfxDlc/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282194%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_WXgT54mI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8zbDlUfxDlc/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282194%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287180186855006818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_WX4KlQiI/AAAAAAAAAQY/3E76CbTQnKI/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282195%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_WX4KlQiI/AAAAAAAAAQY/3E76CbTQnKI/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282195%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287180193258357282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Cerael killer, that is! =P (Oh, relax, alam kong serial talaga yung spelling nun!)&lt;br /&gt;My emotions took the better of me. I hated not only the 2 people that hurt me the most but the whole fucking (as the old Nadine would have described it!) world and the fukcing people that was in it as well. I badly wanted to go home and KILL both of them! Really! I am not even kidding! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that moment, I had an epiphany, and this was it--&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nadine, Let go of what I've left behind. You've been here for quite a while now. I know it's not that easy and I know it's always easier said than done. But you just can't torture yourself by always thinking of your what if's... What if you just stayed, what if you go back, what if you didn't leave Manila? You can't be like that all the time. You're just making it more difficult for you! What you can do is find things that will make you like where you are right now... friends who will make you feel at home and bring you comfort and things that will make you feel less lonely. The best part is, the friends you left behind in the Philippines will always be there, you will remain in their hearts and them in yours. People have to go their own separate ways to find what's out there. We all have to let go of our past to discover things that are waiting for us and the past will be a lesson and a sweet memory that we can always reminisce. Come on, you deserve to be happy. Don't do this to yourself. No one can help yourself but you!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--And with that I felt like I was born again. I started going out with family and friends more. I slept over at Jersey for my cousins' birthday. I met up with Kuya Neal when he was still visiting here. I focused on my studies. I flirted with the cashier at our cafeteria! LOL! And I even had my very first Spring break, ever! Haha! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One I where I was revived.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://nadinearraiza.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_WXzWu9nI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Ic1CGmHCMEs/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282196%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_WXzWu9nI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Ic1CGmHCMEs/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282196%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287180191967147634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going to hell and back, and resurfacing a winner like Phelps, I felt like I needed to reward myself. I went to see The Statue of Liberty with Joseph, watched Ironman (which remains to be my 2008 movie of the year!), Indiana Jones (Yey, Shia!) and SATC, and shopped like I've never shopped before. I ate out more with the people I love (TGIF &amp;amp; Applebee's). I got myself a new baby, my iPod Waffle, c/o Mom's credit card! Haha! And I joined the Nike running club where I got to meet a lot of new people. Oh, and let's not forget, I also had a Valentine's day in May! Heehee! Kilig! =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUNE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One with the new blog!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://nadinekristel.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html"&gt;READ THIS&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_WYB38AvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/aWFG3q1xQOg/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282197%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_WYB38AvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/aWFG3q1xQOg/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282197%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287180195864511218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right! I made a new one- to push away the badvibes that were coming from my old one. Heehee. The month where I deleted my 2 other Friendster accounts, posted numerous vlogs (both "musical" and "personal"! LOL!), joined the Jamba Juice Challenge and lost (Haha! But it's okay!), fell in love with NY's beauty, watched a lot of movies, saw the annual gay parade, went inside The Carnegie Hall for the first time, shopped ofcourse, and met new friends through Biology II (eventhough the subject itself and my girl prof sucked ass!). =))  I was having too much fun I forgot to even write on my own journal.. It's a good thing I have my blog! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JULY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One where I was tested!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://nadinekristel.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html"&gt;READ THIS&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember much from this month 'cause aside from the 4 entries I've posted on my blog-- which spells r-e-l-a-p-s-e, my organizer lacked sensible entries too except for the July 10 spot, which had "Candidacy =(" written on it.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to get into the Nursing program, not because of grades, but because of the quota. They only accept 30 students in the program and sadly, I was number 40 out of the 80. Arg! I felt really sad and vulnerable again which explains the relapsing part but I did overcome those feelings by bringing myself closer to Him. It's true that He really doesn't give us problems we can't handle and as cliche as this may sound, I lived by the saying, "When a door closes, another window opens."-- as I changed my majors to what I really wanted in the first place, Business Administration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUGUST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One where I was bitten by the wolves and vampires!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://nadinearraiza.tumblr.com/page/3"&gt;READ THIS&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://nadinearraiza.tumblr.com/page/2"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_XCW8lzaI/AAAAAAAAARg/yRwvThroYTY/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282198%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_XCW8lzaI/AAAAAAAAARg/yRwvThroYTY/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282198%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287180923075677602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new blog again, only this time, in Tumblr. Haha! Ah, the month I fell inlove (again!) with a fictional character-- everybody's boyfriend, Edward. LOL! Oooh, and Jacob too!! Haha! After months and months of reading about Twilight from other bloggers, I finally decided to try and DL an ebook. Well, what can I say, after reading Twilight, I was hooked- and the rest was history! =))&lt;br /&gt;It was also the time I fell inlove with the adorable Uglydolls again and got hooked on the series, Summer Heights High! Yey! Heehee! Too bad they only had one season!&lt;br /&gt;For my summer break, my family went state-hopping from Maryland to Washingon to Virginia and Baltimore during the last few days of the August, which I can say was the highlight of my month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEPTEMBER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One where I met the Spanish papi!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://nadinearraiza.tumblr.com/page/1"&gt;READ THIS&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_WoRC0MmI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/zVtuDW5g5Ns/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282199%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_WoRC0MmI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/zVtuDW5g5Ns/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282199%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287180474814575202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_WpJeHfUI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXDYsgyScuM/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282200%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_WpJeHfUI/AAAAAAAAARA/nXDYsgyScuM/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282200%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287180489961471298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeh!! Okay, let's start first with the before I met Christian bits because I assure you, he will be ever present on this "report" from now till the end of the year. Ahaha! Kilig! =P&lt;br /&gt;This, I declare, is my most fave month of the year. Haha! Actually, it's all of the "ber" months, but since everything rooted from September, I call this it! Ooh, I bet this is gonna be long! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first of the month was Labor day and we spent it with my extended family at Jersey! It was also GG's Season 2 premier! The birth of the "Damn that mother-Chucker!" line! Eyelove! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 4th, I visited Mary at her school (Temple University) in Philadelphia. My first time to experience the "dorm-life" in the U.S.-- where there are co-ed wings, common bathrooms, foam parties, lounging areas with pool tables and free cafeteria food (thanks to meal plans. Haha! Aah, namiss ko tuloy yung dorm namin sa LaSalle!!! =P We watched The Dark Night, ate at Trooper(?) diner, Fridays(?) and had cheesecakes at the Cheesecake Factory (YUMMM!!!). We also watched "bad" movies-- Kazaam and a scary movie-- Shutter before we slept. Haha! I had fun with Mary and her friends, namely, Ryan, Jess, Jenny, Ben and BJ-- which drove me back to the train station on the 6th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 8th, the fateful day... the day school started, was when I first met him! Haha! Siyempre, we weren't close then but he was my very first seatmate for my very first day as a Business Ad student. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th: Lolo, Kitisky and my fave Tita which I call Mama Gina came!!! I super love them! I had always wished that sana some of our relatives from back home would come over to visit so it wouldn't be just me and my Mom all the time so imagine my happiness when I learned that they were coming to stay for 3 months!! Yey!! =)) With them were Lola Titing, Lolo Norme, Kuya Neal and Blanche too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th: Our first night together! Feeling ko jetlagged din ako 'cause all we did was magkwentuhan! A year and a half ko rin sila hindi nakita so I really missed them, and missed a lot of chikas! Haha! At school, I fell asleep on my two subjects! Christian even asked, "Rough weeekend?", when he saw me sleeping on my seat! Haha! Uuuy, concerned! =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th was Chel's graduation and we ate at this big Chinese buffet resto which I forgot the name. The mini-after party was at James' house. Mini 'cause I think we only stayed there for an hour and we only had about 2 shots each 'cause all of us still had classes/work the next day (well, except for the balikbayans and Chel, ofcourse, 'cause she just graduated! Haha!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th: Sleepover at Jersey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th: NeYo's free concert at Z100's Meet and Greet party at South SeaPort, Brooklyn with my cousins Kitisky, Chel and Blanche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd: My first movie date with him! Heehee! Eventhough it was a crappy movie in a crappy theatre, I still enjoyed it! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th: The "guy at the bus" moment with him! Haha! My first time to see him get ticked, because of jealousy! Woohoo!! Haha! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th: Tito Nilo's birthday party at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th: Family party/gathering at Mark's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th: Watched EAGLE EYE (SHIAAAA!!!) at Jersey Garden with the whole gang: Chel, Blanche, Angela, Nelson, Marc, Kuya Neal, Jeff and Kitisky. It was so much fun!!! We shopped ofcourse, afterwards! =* Bonding moments with Blanquita! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I had no classes on the 29th and 30th and so I became a tour guide and showed the tourista's NY's grandiosity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyelove this month, the one where I fell, not for a fictional character, but for a real, breathing, hot Spanish guy. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OCTOBER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One where I turned twenTEEN-two!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html"&gt;READ THIS&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I turned the big-22! Gah, I'm so old! Haha! I celebrated it the night before at a Filipino resto with the family because my birthday itself fell on a Saturday and I had classes till 4 that day.&lt;br /&gt;On the day itself, 11th, my Ninang Aggie made me spag with meatballs with a large tray of brownies which we ate later that day.&lt;br /&gt;At school, Chritian with some of my classmates, got me chocolates from the vending machine because they didn't know that it was my birthday! Haha! I didn't want to tell them 'cause I wanted Chris to find out for himself- which he did after he saw me reading a birthday greeting text from my phone. Daya! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, Chel and Blanche surprised me with a chocolate cake that they baked and we, together with Kitisky- who cooked egg rolls for me, Mark and Chel's friend went out for billiards and ate at Wendy's after! Haha! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the month I had my first simulated interview.&lt;br /&gt;The month Christian told me, "Mahul keeta!" LOL!&lt;br /&gt;The month I saw Times Square and the Rockefeller Center in a different light.&lt;br /&gt;The month I dressed up as a slutty school girl for Holloween (for the first time, Trick or treat!)&lt;br /&gt;And the month I made THIS blog! Heehee! Which I hope will be my last! =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOVEMBER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One where we Barracked it!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html"&gt;READ THIS&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_XCwr_08I/AAAAAAAAARo/b6nddvfHJ4Y/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282201%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_XCwr_08I/AAAAAAAAARo/b6nddvfHJ4Y/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282201%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287180929985401794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 1st was Pot's b-day party and baby shower and I went with Kitisky because after that we attended another b-day party of one of Chel's friends at the Naked Lunch bar with Blanche, Chel, Keith and Keith's 2 other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th: OBAMA, FTW!!! Woohoo!! Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th: Vincent and the bus driver experience. &lt;a href="http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-i-met-your-mother-my-flingmates.html"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th: Chris and I attended a seminar. And Babe making me feel all giddy inside! &lt;a href="http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2008/11/classmate.html"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th: At Jersey. House party and played baseball catch ala-Cullens and basketball at this biiiig park! &lt;a href="http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2008/11/christian-gave-me.html"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd: My hate for &lt;a href="http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2008/11/have-i-ever-told-you-guys-how-much-i.html"&gt;them&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th: &lt;a href="http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2008/12/curving-bullet-errr-carving-turkey.html"&gt;Thanksgiving day and TWILIGHT WATCHING&lt;/a&gt; day!!! Woohoo!! Owning the whole theatre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th: Black Friday, so shopping, ofcourse! Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th: @ Foxwoods, Connecticut with Mom, Tito Nilo, Mama Gina and Kitisky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DECEMBER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One where I discovered my new addiction (SHELDON!!!), The Big Bang Theory series!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_WpW2MGgI/AAAAAAAAARQ/6kO98K7CIpk/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282202%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_WpW2MGgI/AAAAAAAAARQ/6kO98K7CIpk/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282202%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287180493552097794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One where I survived without a cellphone, too!Haha! Yes! I thought I couldn't live without it, but it turns out, I could! Cool! Good for me! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: Mama Gina's birthday which we celebrated by eating out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd: &lt;a href="http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2008/12/gising-na-5-minutes-pa.html"&gt;TOUR KUNG TOUR&lt;/a&gt;!!! Around NY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th: Dinner at Olive Garden's and fun at the M&amp;amp;M store. Last hurray for NY as it was the day before they left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th: My loves' flight back to Manila. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th: At the NY Public Lib, Forever 21, Lord &amp;amp; Taylor and Victoria's Secret with Babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th: The day I posted our photos in Friendster! Haha! =P It was viewable by public when I posted it but I changed it to private a few days after 'cause I wanted to monitor who could see them! LOL! =P Ma-showbiz ako! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th: Mary's b-day! =)) Arr! Sayang hindi ako nakapuntaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th: Start of Christmas break! The last day of classes! Woohoo! Exchange gifts with Chris! =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th: His birthday!!!! =*  But, &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/bulletin.php?bid=111883618&amp;amp;uid=10114642"&gt;I got presents too&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th: Watched The Curious Case of Benjamin Button! Brad, yummy mo!! Screw you, Angie!! Haha! =P  Ate at Applebee's after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th: Year-end &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/bulletin.php?bid=111883618&amp;amp;uid=10114642"&gt;survey&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st: Stayed up to 4:30 am (counted as Jan.1), webcamming and playing PANTS with my cousins! Heehee! Oh, and also YT-ing with Norris!! Heehee! =D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_ah9tFuBI/AAAAAAAAASY/rxANkRgGjog/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_02+Dec.+31+23.16.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_ah9tFuBI/AAAAAAAAASY/rxANkRgGjog/s400/ScreenHunter_02+Dec.+31+23.16.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287184764590471186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And just like Harry Potter's ending, ALL WAS WELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's all rock 2009 together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-1665198600234440418?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/1665198600234440418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=1665198600234440418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/1665198600234440418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/1665198600234440418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-two-thousand-eight-ends.html' title='And two thousand eight ends.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SV_XC8-EnkI/AAAAAAAAARw/6uMDa0TRkG0/s72-c/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282204%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-3910328950877802142</id><published>2008-12-28T21:15:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:49:47.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And so the saying goes (in my book that is!), "Tis better to RECEIVE, than to GIVE." LOL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes, as mentioned from the entry before this, here are some of the pressies I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg0WudFqEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3bkimchO--o/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282129%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg0WudFqEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3bkimchO--o/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282129%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285031727751080002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GIFT CARDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;The VS came from Kitisky, Forever 21 was from Christian, the Lord &amp;amp; Taylor one was from Mommy and the Barnes &amp;amp; Noble card was from Blanche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I already bought some tops from Forever (thanks, Babe!) and my gift card now only has 7 bucks! Haha! I'm thinking of buying a fedora hat or a beanie with it but I don't know if I could pull the look off because just like Adam Sandler, I have an egg-shaped head (only smaller!). Heehee! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Vickie's Secret card, I bought a Pink blue mini varsity water jug that I could use for school so that I don't have to buy bottled water anymore. Heehee! It's really cute, too bad I don't have a picture with me right now and since it's in the fridge at the moment, I'll just post one some other time. I'm planning on using the remaining credits to buy a bra! Haha! Like maybe a sexy fire red one or one with animal prints on it 'cause I'm into those kind of prints at the moment. Heehee. We'll see, we'll see. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I'm still thinking about what I'm going to buy with my L&amp;amp;T card, but it's probably going to be the Michael Kors cropped jacket because I've always wanted those! It's sooo GG! Haha! Plus it's on sale now so, yey me! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, the Barnes and Noble card... I still haven't used it as well but I'm thinking of buying The Big Bang Theory Season 1 DVD with it. I loooooove Sheldon!! Haha! It's one of my fave sitcoms now. Woohoo!! But seriously, "fave" is an understatement-- listen, since it's being aired at the same time and day as GG, I'm choosing to watch TBBT first and then just look out for the GG episodes on the net. Oh no I didn't, right? Haha! But yes, that is how much I loooove Sheldon!! =))&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the DVD, last time I checked it was on sale too.. less than 30 bucks, which is just perfect! It was a toss up between 3 things actually, the Gossip Girl Season 1 DVD, this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr"  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); text-align: center;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 107px; height: 107px;" alt="[Screenshot_1.xxlarge.jpg]" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jse6KxU-O5M/SPYfnyDY_9I/AAAAAAAAAcc/SJWRRNIwhrs/s1600/Screenshot_1.xxlarge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); text-align: center;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); text-align: center;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); text-align: center;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;... GG Soundtrack and TBBT Season 1 DVD. I, for sure, couldn't get the GG DVD because it's freakin' expensive!!! $70 bucks, man! O_o And I thought buying the soundtrack would be a waste of good money too since I could always DL the songs from Limewire so by process of elimination, and because it costs less, TBBT DVD wins! Yey, Sheldon!!! =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg0823eh_I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/EjtLSaDMHZY/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282119%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg0823eh_I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/EjtLSaDMHZY/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282119%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285032382844274674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg08bZqThI/AAAAAAAAAPA/3FpTyTt3F-0/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282120%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg08bZqThI/AAAAAAAAAPA/3FpTyTt3F-0/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282120%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285032375471459858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Winter wear!&lt;br /&gt;Scarf w/matching gloves from Mom, green cardigan with white sleeveless cotton top from Chel and grey turtleneck from Tito Nilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg0syNfM9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/YinZKVfuJpU/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282121%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg0syNfM9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/YinZKVfuJpU/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282121%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285032106716509138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My very first Uglydoll doll!! Yey!&lt;br /&gt;One of the freebies from my Mastercard's bonus points! Heehee! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg09fuNG_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/TOIdYc-n7Zk/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282117%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg09fuNG_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/TOIdYc-n7Zk/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282117%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285032393811237874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg0sdzteNI/AAAAAAAAAOY/o7V6IKs64Ms/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282125%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg0sdzteNI/AAAAAAAAAOY/o7V6IKs64Ms/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282125%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285032101239683282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uglydoll calendar with stickers and a letter-- not that one, proxy lang yan 'cause I couldn't find the original one! ='((-- and camo mini skirt from Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yey! Uglydoll item again and 'cause I've always wanted to own something camo printed!!! Boohoo, 'cause I lost the letter! =(( Sayang talaga!!! First time pa naman niya ko binigyan ng ganun! =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg0srR7YUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/2oh8lp5mtOA/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282123%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg0srR7YUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/2oh8lp5mtOA/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282123%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285032104856084802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg0sgEWBxI/AAAAAAAAAOw/lq6WJtmtshw/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282122%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg0sgEWBxI/AAAAAAAAAOw/lq6WJtmtshw/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282122%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285032101846320914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My 2009 planner/diary/organizer/journal from Mom!&lt;br /&gt;Eyelove that it's really big and spacy! Heehee! I'm already excited as to what I'm going to be writing on it!!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg0WX01R-I/AAAAAAAAANw/wRRBsGW09qc/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282130%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg0WX01R-I/AAAAAAAAANw/wRRBsGW09qc/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282130%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285031721676654562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Different colored Post-it's from Kuya Neal!&lt;br /&gt;To go with my brand new planner, ofcourse! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg0scEQtWI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LrpdEY-dOCU/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282124%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg0scEQtWI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LrpdEY-dOCU/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282124%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285032100772230498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A years' worth of contacts from Mom, again! Haha! First time disposable lens' user here! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg0XD3oTbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/A49PlffUEKA/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282126%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg0XD3oTbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/A49PlffUEKA/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282126%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285031733499547058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My fave VS scent from Potpot! =))&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for everyone who knows her, she already gave birth... to the sweetest, most cutest baby, Logan Greggory!!!! =))  I'll most def post some pics when I visit them again! Love you, Pot! =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg09MlJFfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/CHgSnDi9k4k/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282118%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg09MlJFfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/CHgSnDi9k4k/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282118%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285032388672951794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wrappers!!!&lt;br /&gt;To be recycled for next year!! Haha!! Kuripot? No! Think green, people!!! =P LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg0XAaiAlI/AAAAAAAAAOI/iJx7Nv2C5vw/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282127%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg0XAaiAlI/AAAAAAAAAOI/iJx7Nv2C5vw/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282127%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285031732572193362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Animal print kikay kit from Mommy! Yey!&lt;br /&gt;I also bought new make-ups for myself- Great Lash Mascara, Mineral Blush and a dark brown eyeliner. Heehee! I am loooohoooving the blush and mascara!! Ohyeas! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg0W6nhepI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dvzzclhHDKo/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282128%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg0W6nhepI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dvzzclhHDKo/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282128%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285031731016071826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And for my monthly dose of chikka's, I bought myself some 'zines.&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Product placement yung D &amp;amp; G box!!! LOL! It's actually supposed to be MY gift for my Mom, but SHE ended up paying for it... So dahil dun, I gave her nalang a DVD of one of her fave movies, Legends of the Fall. Ayun! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, I forgot... I also got some moolah from my Mom- which unfortunately are out of my wallet already because I needed to buy gifts for others as well! Hmp! Sadly, Santa didn't give me what I wanted this year! I wished for mint green colored Ugg boots after I saw an episode of Two and a half Men where Kandi, Alan's girlfriend, was wearing one. Huhu. I guess I haven't been very nice this year. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it. I know it's not as madami or as mabongga as what you guys received but I'm happy with this years' loot anyways! Che! Heehee! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kbye! =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-3910328950877802142?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/3910328950877802142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=3910328950877802142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/3910328950877802142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/3910328950877802142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-so-saying-goes-in-my-book-that-is.html' title='And so the saying goes (in my book that is!), &quot;Tis better to RECEIVE, than to GIVE.&quot; LOL!'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVg0WudFqEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3bkimchO--o/s72-c/baBy+co%21%C3%96%282129%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-2391780108191377942</id><published>2008-12-27T20:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:36:44.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Gising na!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"5 minutes pa..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ano bang inaantay mo, pasko? Eh pasko na nga eh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays, everyone! Sorry it took me quite a while to update this thing. Hmm, and since we're at it, first let me show you some of the things I had been doing while I was on this semi-hiatus. Just click on the images for a larger view. =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVbXyrWjfeI/AAAAAAAAANg/JocpzfOjzOw/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_01+Dec.+27+18.03.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVbXyrWjfeI/AAAAAAAAANg/JocpzfOjzOw/s400/ScreenHunter_01+Dec.+27+18.03.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284648478396612066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, Casino again! This time at Foxwoods, Connecticut. It was my first time there, but unlike my first time at Atlantic City, "beginner's luck" didn't bless me... I even lost 20 bucks. Boohoo! Could've bought a cute shirt from Forever 21 with that! Hmp! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, we ate at Fuddruckers! It was my first time to eat there too, and boy was it good! Yum!!! I shared super cheeeeeesy fries and a burger with Kitisky and while his side had zilch veggies, I filled mine with onions, lettuces and tomatoes! Yummmy!!! The parentals bought fish cakes and Ceasar salad (my fave kind of salad, ever!!!), and I had some of it also! Man, did I get full!!! O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to stop by Tangers, one of the biggest shopping outlets, on the way home, but because of the heavy traffic, we got late so we didn't have time anymore. Sayangggg, shopping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVbbjfqft0I/AAAAAAAAANo/O8Bk1dAld2A/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_02+Dec.+27+19.23.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVbbjfqft0I/AAAAAAAAANo/O8Bk1dAld2A/s400/ScreenHunter_02+Dec.+27+19.23.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284652615607498562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woohoo! Fun, fun day with the loves of my life... my family! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't my first time at the Statue (remember, I went just a few months ago with Joseph?), but it was my first time to ride the Staten Island ferry- it's free pala. Heehee! After that we went at South SeaPort (remember, where NeYo had his free concert a few months ago!!!) to see Brooklyn Bridge and then after grabbing some grubs from BK, we went to Chinatown to buy some more pasalubongs for the relatives back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVbXwWqTHoI/AAAAAAAAANA/MWaY-V7KIbQ/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_04+Dec.+27+20.00.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVbXwWqTHoI/AAAAAAAAANA/MWaY-V7KIbQ/s400/ScreenHunter_04+Dec.+27+20.00.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284648438482542210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kuya Neal called us and said he wanted to meet up with us at Grand Central and since it was still a bit early, we decided to go! Heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Central was literally swimming with people in black.. look at Kitisky standing out with his Where's Wally-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; outfit from the crowd. LOL! They also have a Christmas "show" every hour for tourists. The effects are sooo nice, too bad I wasn't able to take a video 'cause my phone's memory was running low at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Blanche and me... fume-feeling S &amp;amp; B-- not Slut and Bitch, silly! Haha! Serena and Blair, no! =P  Check out the Twilight hater and the Twilight lover as well! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does this remind you of something?:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVbXw64n3PI/AAAAAAAAANI/MS1jmyXVTXQ/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_05+Dec.+27+20.07.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVbXw64n3PI/AAAAAAAAANI/MS1jmyXVTXQ/s400/ScreenHunter_05+Dec.+27+20.07.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284648448206298354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spotted! Heehee!! =P&lt;br /&gt;(See, I told you we were!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVbXyHF7WfI/AAAAAAAAANY/CSjPP0dR50Y/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_07+Dec.+27+20.22.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVbXyHF7WfI/AAAAAAAAANY/CSjPP0dR50Y/s400/ScreenHunter_07+Dec.+27+20.22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284648468663196146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The caption says it all! This was the day before they left. Huhu! But hey, no worries, they'll be back probably on the mid of next year! Woohoo! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVbXxolsIZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/9eKy7hmSeYI/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_08+Dec.+27+20.31.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVbXxolsIZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/9eKy7hmSeYI/s400/ScreenHunter_08+Dec.+27+20.31.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284648460474917266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaaand, just incase you were wondering why there are a lot of emo's (or punks, or scenesters) here in America, here's your answer. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I dunno 'bout the others but snow/winter and dead trees/leaves make me sad. =P Basta!!! I have been experiencing MY depression signs (i.e. crying myself to sleep, reminiscing about past relationships and listening to break-up songs) for a week now and I don't even know what triggered it! Lalalala!! Hay! I have a feeling this blog is gonna be filled up with emo stuff once again so you better watch out! Haha!! Feeling ko lang naman, kung hindi, edi okay.. I'm really praying hard against it. Kaya yun! I'm just warning you out there! I hope you bear with me nalang if it happens! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this has been pretty much a photo blog na pala. I'm thinking of posting some more pics-- those of what I got for this years' Christmas on my next entry which I'll probably do later. Yey for presents! Okay, see you realllll soon! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-2391780108191377942?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/2391780108191377942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=2391780108191377942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2391780108191377942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2391780108191377942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2008/12/gising-na-5-minutes-pa.html' title=''/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SVbXyrWjfeI/AAAAAAAAANg/JocpzfOjzOw/s72-c/ScreenHunter_01+Dec.+27+18.03.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-1358266122886843909</id><published>2008-12-18T18:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:50:20.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If Paris' is "That's hot!", well mine is...</title><content type='html'>"I KNOW, (right)!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fNvlHYNoR5Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fNvlHYNoR5Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken a few days ago when we went inside the biiiiig M&amp;amp;M store in Manhattan. I was expecting for a blue because it's my favorite M&amp;amp;M color to eat but I guess the computer knew better. Everyone I know/talk to KNOWS that. LOLOLOL!!! My cousins even make fun of me because of my "catch" phrase. Heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be back to regular blogging once my finals' ends- and that's this coming Saturday. After that, woohoo, Christmas vacation baby! And I hope I start it by going to Mary's party at Atlantic City this weekend. =) Yey! Okay, back to books again! Bye! =*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-1358266122886843909?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/1358266122886843909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=1358266122886843909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/1358266122886843909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/1358266122886843909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-paris-is-thats-hot-well-mine-is.html' title='If Paris&apos; is &quot;That&apos;s hot!&quot;, well mine is...'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-555828337761949499</id><published>2008-12-13T09:37:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:50:49.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode.</title><content type='html'>The thing about me is I never let a good book down (a good book in my taste, anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "passion", if you could call it that, for reading started when I was in first grade, I think. After school, my Dad(+ ♥) would pick me up and we would either get into a McD's drive-thru and go home, or he would drop me off my Mom's office and get back to his workplace. On occasions when we do the latter, my Mom and I would often go to Glorietta, my favorite Ayala mall ever.&lt;br /&gt;As far as I can remember, we would just stroll around the malls- quite often at Landmark and Rustan's because she loooves looking at shoes, or we would do the groceries.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we would meet up with my Dad and we'd have dinner at either Le Coeur de France or French Baker (I love their brownies and Chicken ala King.. Hmmmm!) or Wendy's (Mommy's a sucker for the do-it-yourself salad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would pass by National Bookstore on the way to our usual parking spot so usually we go inside first and my Mom would browse for her favorite novels and I would pester my Dad into buying me stickers and stationaries. Haha! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't exactly remember how it happened but on one of our usual mall-strolling days, I passed by a row of Sweet Valley books by Francine Pascal. The book covers appealed to me and because I wanted to be like a grown up lady buying a book like Mommy does, I asked them to get one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first SV book, No boys allowed, allowed me to peek inside the Wakefield twins' life. I was hooked simply because they were my age and so I felt like I could "relate" to them! Haha! I specifically liked Jessica and Lila the most because they were the malandi ones! Haha! The books about them were the ones I liked better because it revolved on boys and crushes... Elizabeth-themed books were more on her style for being a tomboy and her geeky school stuff so I found it a bit blahhh. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;(See bata palang ako, I liked Blair Waldorf-esque personalities na! I hate mga feeling goody-goody eh! Nasa loob naman kasi yung kulo! *coughSERENAcough* Haha! Unlike Blair and Jess: What you see, is what you get diba?)&lt;br /&gt;I also liked Steven, their brother. He's so cute and funny!!! I think he might even be the first fictional guy I had a crush on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say, the rest is history. If you look at my room in the Philippines, just beside the door, you'd find my library- a big white shelf full of books. I started my collection with Sweet Valley Kids, which later on turned to Twins.. then the Unicorn club, then Junior High and lastly, University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SUPbQRdENbI/AAAAAAAAAMo/9YBlKfwzHqw/s1600-h/sweet_valley_twins_11-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SUPbQRdENbI/AAAAAAAAAMo/9YBlKfwzHqw/s400/sweet_valley_twins_11-20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279304260818056626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SUPbQBnraII/AAAAAAAAAMg/-qX-EVaLQGg/s1600-h/svhbook.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SUPbQBnraII/AAAAAAAAAMg/-qX-EVaLQGg/s400/svhbook.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279304256567601282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(AAAH!!! Just writing about them makes me miss them even more!!!&lt;br /&gt;Makes me think back on my LisaFrankloving-PollyPocketplaying-SpiceGirls/BSBaddict-TenTwenty/ChineseJackstone days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hayy, youth! Where art thou? LOL! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0PQhNt0vYPY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0PQhNt0vYPY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I also remember the SV series being shown in the Philippines. They dubbed it in Tagalog, which I thought was weird. Haha! Si Jessica, nagtatagalog? Imagine that! =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my SV phase, I was also venturing out to other reads... I enjoyed Archie comics (LOL Jughead! Go Veronica!!!); Goosebumps; Nancy Drew; The Babysitters Club; Love Story paperbacks (It was a collection of different stories from different authors-- One of my good ol' favorites too!); Simon Romantic Comedies; Mates, Dates and ___ by Cathy Hopkins; Gossip Girl series (I prefer the TV series better though: this might be the only time I preferred something motion-wise over something book-wise.); maybe almost all of Nicholas Sparks' novels (AAH!! FAVEEE!!!); Series of Unfortunate Events, Bob Ong books AND OFCOURSE, THE HARRY POTTER SERIES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SUPkiVPEwVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/jGTBEz36e7M/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_01+Dec.+13+11.22.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 51px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SUPkiVPEwVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/jGTBEz36e7M/s400/ScreenHunter_01+Dec.+13+11.22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279314466675409234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SUPlGvQRS5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/lF2N_yKBLcM/s1600-h/41HAE0XN59L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SUPlGvQRS5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/lF2N_yKBLcM/s400/41HAE0XN59L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279315092135037842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.provlib.org/happening/events/images/hpotterbooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 383px;" src="http://www.provlib.org/happening/events/images/hpotterbooks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got more "mature"(LOL, mature na to' for my taste!), I started to read less Chic Lit's! I tried re-reading the stuff we had tackled before in CSA like The Diary of Anne Frank, which we had in 7th grade; The Little Prince which we read in 4th year and Tuesdays with Morrie, which we also read in Senior year. Oh, and I also read Memoirs of a Geisha, The Da Vinci Code- only because my ex-"friend" was begging me to read it so we could discuss it daw and I also tried reading some of my Mom's Danielle Steele/Sydney Sheldon books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started getting into the Twilight series because I got so curious on who this Edward guy is. On why everyone is talking about him. Truthfully, I liked the concept of how Edward is and he and Bella's triangle with Jacob but the way the story was presented was just so-so for me.&lt;br /&gt;Comme ci, comme Ã§a, kungbaga.&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong, I think Meyer IS good (there were plenty of Twi quotes/phrases that totally struck me!), it's just her style of writing that I don't like. It's like reading something Shakespeare-an kasi. Like, why go on writing paragraphs and pages when all you wanted to say was Bella's hurting during her pregnancy? Diba? Haha! Di naman halatang I hated Breaking Dawn nyan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/1300000/Twilight-Series-Covers-twilight-series-1381301-956-360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 152px;" src="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/1300000/Twilight-Series-Covers-twilight-series-1381301-956-360.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(And I know it's a FICTIONAL book but do you really believe that a vampire can impregnate someone? Diba they don't have blood? Eh as far as I hate remembering, Anatomy and Physiology taught me that we- or, I mean, guys, need blood to rush through their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ehems &lt;/span&gt;for them to get a hard on? O, how can they get an erection when they don't have blood? Hmm. O, I'm just sharing... no need for wild comments ah! Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many perks of moving here is being able to read books without actually spending your moolah on it as public libraries are always around the corner. I started getting into Romance/Chic Lit again after reading the TwiSaga. I guess you really always come back to your first love, huh?&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading P.S. I Love You a couple of moths ago. I've seen the movie before I read the book which was better in a way because the book is oh-so much better&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ER&lt;/span&gt; (as always!). Haha. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the finale, I want to present to you my MOST FAVORITE AUTHOR OF ALL TIME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/object2/1417/44/l15458005572_1100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 371px;" src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/object2/1417/44/l15458005572_1100.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SOPHIE KINSELLA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creator of some of my most favorite fictional characters like Rebecca Bloomwood-Brandon (The Shopaholic series); Samantha Sweeting (Undomestic Goddess); Emma Corrigan (Can You Keep a Secret) and Lexi Smart (Remember Me? --her newest one!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never heard or seen any book review about The Confessions of a Shopaholic before I bought it when I was in Senior year high school. I remember it as it was the day I bought my Mrs. Timberlake bag from People are People because it was the day before I left the Philippines when I was just visiting my Mom here.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really supposed to buy a book the day I bought it too. Again, it was the packaging that caught my attention... the cover was pretty, the title was catchy and it was filled with pink so I said, what the hey, I'll get it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be a nice purchase afterall as I enjoyed it and it helped me get through the gruelling 16-hour flight together with F.R.I.E.N.D.S. episodes and the random movies they were showing on the airplane screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Sophie because her works are full of personality, wit, spunk and style. I love how I could never get to guess how the story would end which makes me glued to it even more. I most especially love the Brit-brit (that's British, not Britney, FYI!) humor she never fails to bring to all her books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I mostly admire about her is that she gives each one of her characters with dynamic and unique qualities:&lt;br /&gt;Becky, my #1 fave of all, may be an airhead and a ditz but you'll love her for that.&lt;br /&gt;Sam, on the other hand, is the more gutsy, tougher one.&lt;br /&gt;Emma is a chatterbox but she's surely full of optimism.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Lexi, the newest addition to the group, is the most-selfless, most charming one. She's only an inch closer to getting tied with Becky as my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;What I like the most about these girls is that as kikay and as babaw as they may be, once they put their mind to something, they save everyone and everything falls perfectly into place-- and they manage to get the hottest guys while they're at it! Haha! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Kinsella makes more books! I mean she's still so young (and so pretty!), so I hope she doesn't stop! Please, Sophie!! Please make many-- as many as the weird Stephen King novels so it will last me for a lifetime!!! I will never get tired of your trademark antics, I promise!!! So pleaseee!!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll also be releasing the movie adaptation of The Confessions of a Shopaholic on the early part of 2009 but after re-re-re-re-re-re-watching the trailer, I don't think I'll like it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qwAv00EZ-nM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qwAv00EZ-nM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="455" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the setting. As much as I love you, NY, Becky is still supposed to be in London!!! She's supposed to be a full-fledged English woman which only comes to Manhattan to visit!!!! She's supposed to have a bloody English accent!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also supposed to be brunette, right? Suze is the blond one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for Isla. She looks good alright, but she isn't the quirky, fun, shopaholic Becky I imagined!! Hmm, so I hope she really steps up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the clothes. Okay, the clothes are cute too, but I imagined more designer, more higher branded brands. Haha. Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't even get me started on the actor playing Luke!! Hay talaga! Flooop!! Haha! =P&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were some things I really liked too like the one where she was pretending she knew Finnish. Haha!! LOLOLOLOL!! That was one of my fave scenes in the book too! And the one where she tries to get her credit card in the freezer... and the one where she was strutting on the streets and she goes through her wardrobe pieces in her mind. Eyelove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, overall, I still can't wait for it! If it fails, I'll be really sad- mostly for Kinsella. Hmm. Kawawa kasi si Sophie, hindi nila majujustify yung ganda nung book niya. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Nadine/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Nadine/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-555828337761949499?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/555828337761949499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=555828337761949499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/555828337761949499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/555828337761949499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2008/12/ode.html' title='Ode.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SUPbQRdENbI/AAAAAAAAAMo/9YBlKfwzHqw/s72-c/sweet_valley_twins_11-20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-4847001609376377390</id><published>2008-12-12T14:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:51:09.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valkyrie.</title><content type='html'>Aside from subway rats and manyak guys, one of the things that irritate me most are English Nazis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, there was a discussion in Multiply about Gossip Girl's latest episode, "Oh brother, where Bart thou" (which I think is GG's best ep yet, and Chuck is oh-so great/dreamy-- but that's not the topic here!). The post was from a member, who I'll hide under the alias, Manual. So, here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;Manual asked us (the other members) what we though of the said episode, without biases towards the actors, because she thought it wasn't "all that." One of the members who replied, let's call her "Tuesday", stated her opinion- she said she liked it because blah, blah, blah, blah. Manual then replies to her comment, counteracts and gives the reasons why she didn't like it that much. The discussion was going great until Manual decides to be a mighty know-it-all and puts a P.S. at the end of her message saying (directly copy-pasted),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You have a typo. You said "then again, as an ACTOR, &lt;b&gt;he's&lt;/b&gt; acting on the last ep is good or the best among previous episodes. its HIS acting not HE'S acting."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Tuesday replies with a, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry for the typo, TAO LANG PO&lt;/span&gt;.", and Manual says, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry. I'm OC when it comes to speeeeeelling. =))&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. That really annoyed me!!! I mean, what does Tuesday's grammar have to do with the topic? Kailangan ba talagang ipamukha kay Tuesday na nagkamali siya? If her intentions were really for the good, like to help Tuesday understand and know her mistake, she should have just PM-ed her. Pero hindi eh, brinoadcast niya talaga para siguro sabihin nung mga tao na ang bobo naman ni Tuesday at siya itong matalino. Lumalabas kasi na parang ganun eh. Pero okay Ms. Manual, since gusto mo pala ng ganunan and since we're being all technical here narin naman, I too, would like to point out your errors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE:&lt;br /&gt;"You have a typo. You said&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(,)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "then again, as an ACTOR, &lt;b&gt;he's&lt;/b&gt; acting on the last ep is good or the best among previous episodes.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;(")(.)&lt;/span&gt; i&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s HIS acting not HE'S acting."&lt;br /&gt;2. When you said you were OC when it came to spelling... Hmm. Iha, what you pointed out was not a spelling mistake but an error in GRAMMAR USAGE.&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT IS "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;=))&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;speeeeeelling" &lt;/span&gt;??? Diba Ms. Smarty pants ka? So you should know that a happy face and quintuple E's are not part of writing a correct sentence structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, perfectionist ka kamo diba? Eh ano tong mga mali mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay! Nakakagigil lang kasi. Yung mga taong ganyan. Bakit kailangan nilang gawin yun? Nakakataas ba ng tingin sa sarili nila pag naka ganun sila ng tao? Feel na feel ba nila na ang tali-talino nila. Kung sa Dictionary nga may mga errors eh! Kung yung iba ngang mga ethnic groups na English ang native tongue, tinatapos ang sentence nila sa prepositions eh (ex. "Where you at?"). Kung yung mga English teachers nga na mas marami pang alam, hindi ganyan outside the classroom eh. Diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Iniisip ko nga kaya niya nalang nasabi yun kasi wala na siyang masabi dun sa opinion ni Tuesday eh. Kaya ayun, nag off-topic nalang siya. Aww, poor you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(At please, kung gustong mag-Ingles ng isang tao.. hayaan niyo siya. Kahit pa mali-mali ang pronunciation at pag form niya ng sentence eh wala tayong pakialam dun. May utak ang tao, hayaan mo siyang madiskubri sa sarili niya mismo yung mali niya. Hindi yung sasabihan mo ng, "Mag-tagalog ka na nga lang!" Eh hindi mo lang minaliit yung tao dun eh, pati yung wika natin dinamay mo pa sa pagsabi mo ng, "lang." Hanggat naiintindihan mo yung gustong iparating sayo nung tao, sapat na yun dapat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang point ko lang naman wag sana tayong mang-insulto kasi hindi naman tayo perpekto. Simple at kaliit liit na bagay gagawin pang malaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At para kay Manual, kung mabasa mo man to, hindi ako galit sayo (diba nga nagcomment pa ko sa isa mong post na nagustuhan ko talaga?), kundi naiinis ako sa mga taong pareho mo magisip. Kung ikaw man yung nagawa kong ehemplo, paumanhin dahil ikaw yung nakapag-trigger ng asar ko, pero matagal ko na talagang gustong i-blog yung topic na to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go! If I missed out anything&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; or if you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thinked &lt;/span&gt;th&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; entry has e&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rr&lt;/span&gt;s t&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;, then please, b&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;y all means, BRING IT ON pOwHzZZZz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-4847001609376377390?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/4847001609376377390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=4847001609376377390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/4847001609376377390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/4847001609376377390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2008/12/valkyrie.html' title='Valkyrie.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-3839962379771932667</id><published>2008-12-08T16:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:51:27.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST LIKE ROB TRUSTED DANIEL, YOU HAVE TO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/ST2QOYdHdHI/AAAAAAAAAMY/a9bwGEffRrE/s1600-h/celebrity-pictures-pattinson-radcliffe-trust-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/ST2QOYdHdHI/AAAAAAAAAMY/a9bwGEffRrE/s400/celebrity-pictures-pattinson-radcliffe-trust-me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277532915105231986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Trust me (too)!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--That in a few days, I'll be all over this blog once more! Heehee!&lt;br /&gt;See you then! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't forget to watch GG's last episode for this year, tonight! DON'T YOU DARE MISS IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-3839962379771932667?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/3839962379771932667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=3839962379771932667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/3839962379771932667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/3839962379771932667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-like-rob-trusted-daniel-you-have.html' title='JUST LIKE ROB TRUSTED DANIEL, YOU HAVE TO...'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/ST2QOYdHdHI/AAAAAAAAAMY/a9bwGEffRrE/s72-c/celebrity-pictures-pattinson-radcliffe-trust-me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-6275812084191181604</id><published>2008-12-01T21:03:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:51:47.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Curving the bullet, errr, carving the turkey.</title><content type='html'>Things that I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;(Post Thanksgiving-- relapse.&lt;br /&gt;Sarap kasi ng turkey eh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thank you for the bountiful food--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSc_KRC0HI/AAAAAAAAAKo/h8jc2Gr4Mic/s1600-h/112708-036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSc_KRC0HI/AAAAAAAAAKo/h8jc2Gr4Mic/s400/112708-036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275013672459227250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSc_FHwjfI/AAAAAAAAAKg/sjf2XrMEow8/s1600-h/112708-035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSc_FHwjfI/AAAAAAAAAKg/sjf2XrMEow8/s400/112708-035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275013671078104562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSc-wiK-KI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Vo4ptHxuCY4/s1600-h/112708-034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSc-wiK-KI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Vo4ptHxuCY4/s400/112708-034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275013665551743138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSc8ldP8wI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/bUQ8x9FgSas/s1600-h/112708-033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSc8ldP8wI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/bUQ8x9FgSas/s400/112708-033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275013628218569474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-- that even though I feel like I've gained a hundred pounds because of the 20-pound turkey, the Buko Pandan, the Bacon-bits encrusted pasta and the whipped creamed Apple Pie, I still look and feel teh sexxy!!! Ahaha! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Edward Cullen--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSfFxckIII/AAAAAAAAAKw/p4OyD3H0srs/s1600-h/112708-052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSfFxckIII/AAAAAAAAAKw/p4OyD3H0srs/s400/112708-052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275015985079001218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSfGW1t9UI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zU8LgcmwUVw/s1600-h/112708-055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSfGW1t9UI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zU8LgcmwUVw/s400/112708-055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275015995116614978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSfGaim7KI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Pnk6L7oUXk/s1600-h/112708-056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSfGaim7KI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Pnk6L7oUXk/s400/112708-056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275015996110204066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-- that although he's just a pigment of someone else's genius mind, you made it possible for me to see him, for real (in the flesh!). AAAAHHHH!!! Okay, oops, sorry God for that landi moment. ^_^  Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, thank you for Twilight, it really made my week!! Haha!! Ooh, and thank you for making Bella look sooo freakin' hot too! Eyelove!! I no longer hate her! Peace na tayo, Bells! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks for making us own the theatre too! Ahaha! I swear, we 13 were the only people inside!!! =)) Sulit to the maxEST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.P.S Have you seen the Confessions of a Shopaholic trailer???!!! Pucha, I swear I almost peed on my skirt when I saw it!!! That's my favorite book of all time!! Rebecca Bloomwood is my idol!!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSkyK5587I/AAAAAAAAALo/z2vioLX-4_s/s1600-h/isla-shopaholic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSkyK5587I/AAAAAAAAALo/z2vioLX-4_s/s400/isla-shopaholic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275022245385335730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I cannot wait for Feb 09!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Black Friday--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STShaq07OPI/AAAAAAAAALI/mGFo9DaN4HQ/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%281900%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STShaq07OPI/AAAAAAAAALI/mGFo9DaN4HQ/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%281900%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275018543102638322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STShatQoV6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/AkkRZBY-jBc/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%281901%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STShatQoV6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/AkkRZBY-jBc/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%281901%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275018543755712418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSha8qBmDI/AAAAAAAAALY/iLfefCLX8yo/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%281902%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSha8qBmDI/AAAAAAAAALY/iLfefCLX8yo/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%281902%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275018547888756786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSha2olDuI/AAAAAAAAALg/3ZdOtLACCbY/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%281903%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSha2olDuI/AAAAAAAAALg/3ZdOtLACCbY/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%281903%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275018546272079586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-- BECAUSE EYELOVE SHOPPING AT FOREVER 21 AND EYELOVE MY NEW BLAIR INSPIRED (can't believe I missed GG today!!!) LEATHER TUBE DRESS AND EYELOVE MY ANIMAL PRINT TOP AND EYELOVE CUTE BABY TEES AND EYELOVE MY NEW MALINDI (not malandi!!!) SIZE 8 CROCS! *breathes out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[ Not in the picture: VS goodies, free Forever 21 eco bag, Bath and Body Works body fragrances, IKEA, NY thingies, kikay galore, Chinatown bootlegged chuvas, etc, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bankrupt na ako!!! =S ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of all, for my beautiful, beautiful family and lovely, lovely, loved ones--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSlejxodII/AAAAAAAAALw/yDWDUUVvSCw/s1600-h/112708-048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSlejxodII/AAAAAAAAALw/yDWDUUVvSCw/s400/112708-048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275023007975765122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSle8ev8OI/AAAAAAAAAL4/u5K-M_WOJ9I/s1600-h/112708-050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSle8ev8OI/AAAAAAAAAL4/u5K-M_WOJ9I/s400/112708-050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275023014607450338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSlfpf9kzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/q57CsR7WyGE/s1600-h/112708-070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSlfpf9kzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/q57CsR7WyGE/s400/112708-070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275023026692133682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-- As they are my real life Bubble Gang (Whatever, Yaya!!!) and my shoulder to cry, puke and pull an all-nighter chikka fest on!!! =))&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSlfB_XAmI/AAAAAAAAAMA/sGSDoL_jJmo/s1600-h/112708-071.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-6275812084191181604?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/6275812084191181604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=6275812084191181604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/6275812084191181604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/6275812084191181604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2008/12/curving-bullet-errr-carving-turkey.html' title='Curving the bullet, errr, carving the turkey.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/STSc_KRC0HI/AAAAAAAAAKo/h8jc2Gr4Mic/s72-c/112708-036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-7360551242099636459</id><published>2008-11-27T07:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T07:30:00.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING DAY, EVERYONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*GOBBLE, GOBBLE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're going to Jersey later to celebrate it with the whole + extended family!&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be so much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;Yum, turkey wings.. you're mineeeeee!!! Bwahahaha!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We might also watch Twilight later today or tomorrow!! Yahooey!! But it'll most probably be tomorrow 'cause most of the movie houses might be closed today. Hay, Edward and Jacobey... I'll both finally see you in the flesh after ogling and imagining you for so long! Eeh, exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SSyHqSKAg8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/nEdnQIrnFdA/s1600-h/OkhYsPEOjfga8p86x83lK7Yzo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SSyHqSKAg8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/nEdnQIrnFdA/s400/OkhYsPEOjfga8p86x83lK7Yzo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272738424242078658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(My favorite fictional family!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Che! Chupe, Bella, chupe! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S. And to all the shopaholics out there, tomorrow is THE day!! Wawaweewaa! It's Black Friday!! See you all at the malls in the break of dawn! Haha! Dibs on the Zara items!! Aaack!! =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-7360551242099636459?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/7360551242099636459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=7360551242099636459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/7360551242099636459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/7360551242099636459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving-day-everyone-gobble.html' title=''/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SSyHqSKAg8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/nEdnQIrnFdA/s72-c/OkhYsPEOjfga8p86x83lK7Yzo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-7134400274785722875</id><published>2008-11-25T16:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:52:13.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian gave me...</title><content type='html'>... his MySpace password!!! Ahahaha!!! =))&lt;br /&gt;We were inside the computer lab when he opened his account. He was replying to the messages and comments when I noticed that it was all sent by girls. Messages like, "Oooh, what a cutiepie you are!" or "This is my fave pic of you!" or other things written in Spanish (which ofcourse, I wouldn't understand!). Arg! When I started to get pissed at him, he told me it was nothing and then he said, "Here, you reply to them!" I told him, "How could I? I don't even have a page! I told you I deleted mine a long time ago!" So he said, "Use mine, *********** is the password." Ahaha!! =* Pakialamera mode: SO ON!!! Rawr! So back of, beeyotches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, he even asked me to make a new one so we could put each other on the Top Friends thingy daw! Yiieee!! So yea, I'm thinking of creating one again. Hmm, we'll see, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee! My Lowlo's such a "cutiepie" (*babybarfs*) too! =P  I'm here at home with him and while typing this, he's watching his favorite channel, True TV. Whenever commercials are being shown, I can hear him whispering, "Salamat po Diyos ko para sa aking mga anak... salamat po para sa aking mga apo... blahblah." MAJOR AWW!! Don't you think that's the sweetest? I love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In connection with being sweet, itong si Babe hindi magpapatalo! Haha! =)) He came a few minutes late last Saturday because had to drop by 7-11 to buy a cup of coffee. We were already doing a seatwork when he came so we had to keep our conversations to a low. He had a hard time keeping it down so he decided to just write it out. After a few minutes of passing notes, we concentrated on doing our exercises again. Then, after a while, he tapped me and pointed at his coffee cup. It had a drawing of my face, roughly sketched ofcourse, near the 7-11 logo. Heehee! Cute!!! Sayang I wasn't able to take a picture of it 'cause my phone's in California right now. My cousin and Tita borrowed it and they won't be here till tomorrow. Oh well. I hope there are more drawings to come, Babe! =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... enough random stories for now! Here are some of the random pictures I uploaded in my &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.purplepink11.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;. Check out my site to view the complete albums (add me as a friend first if we're still not connected because my photos are for contacts only!)--&lt;br /&gt;feast your eyes on these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SSx5GWYStMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/YBp4xF-vz28/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_01+Nov.+25+16.06.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SSx5GWYStMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/YBp4xF-vz28/s400/ScreenHunter_01+Nov.+25+16.06.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272722413737653442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;House party at Jersey&lt;br /&gt;(Lola Titing and Tito Nestor's joint celebration!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SSx5HdrxLHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_U34phL_-Uo/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_03+Nov.+25+17.04.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SSx5HdrxLHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_U34phL_-Uo/s400/ScreenHunter_03+Nov.+25+17.04.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272722432878259314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wrestling sa basement! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and can I just mention that I looooove riding in Mark's car! His sounds are soooo nice! Aaah!! Haha! Nakakatawa pa kasi dito yan pinanganak ah, pero meron siyang "Itsumo" sa iPod niya!! Laughtrip nung narinig ko bigla eh! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SSx5jbiuqhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/iSQAv5GmeEc/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_04+Nov.+25+17.13.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SSx5jbiuqhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/iSQAv5GmeEc/s400/ScreenHunter_04+Nov.+25+17.13.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272722913339812370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sino, sino, sino ang nalasing?&lt;br /&gt;Spur of the moment inuman! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SSx5iXLWLRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/u7oEILwQgw4/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_02+Nov.+25+17.01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SSx5iXLWLRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/u7oEILwQgw4/s400/ScreenHunter_02+Nov.+25+17.01.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272722894988127506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Played basketball and baseball, "catch" ala the Cullens! Aaah!! Haha! =))&lt;br /&gt;Siyempre ako si Bella, kulot ako eh! Tsaka gusto ko pagagawan ako ni Edwardie at Jakey! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, I guess that's it for now! I need to fix dinner na! My Lowlo and I are starvinggggg!&lt;br /&gt;=*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-7134400274785722875?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/7134400274785722875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=7134400274785722875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/7134400274785722875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/7134400274785722875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2008/11/christian-gave-me.html' title='Christian gave me...'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SSx5GWYStMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/YBp4xF-vz28/s72-c/ScreenHunter_01+Nov.+25+16.06.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-2441878124679986860</id><published>2008-11-22T22:03:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:52:33.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SumTingWong.</title><content type='html'>Have I ever told you guys how much I hate high school students in America? If not, then here's a post I've made especially for them.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that hate is such a strong word to use, but that's really how I feel towards them-&lt;br /&gt;HATE.&lt;br /&gt;I despise them: not in general, of course... only the ones that I have encountered during my stay here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really dislike going home between 3:00 and 4:00 pm because that's usually the time these highschooler's get out of school. I even go out of my way or stay behind just so I don't cross paths with them on the way home eventhough it means that I get home at a much later time or even if I freeze in the cold. I am not kidding! I dislike riding the bus with them because first of all, they STINK! Okay, so maybe we can blame their hormones for how they smell at that age but seriously, they smell sooo bad!&lt;br /&gt;-Okay, this reason is really not part of why I hate them. I just had to say it. Hmm, wait! On the other hand; I take it back, I say it's 1% part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, they're rude. Very, very, VERY rude! They shout at the drivers, they shout at their parents and they shout at each other even though they're just literally an inch apart! Oh they just looove to shout! They also don't get up to let the elders/handicapped sit and they sometimes even sit on their special area. They pick fights and even push the elders so they could get to the empty seats first! We are not playing Trip to Jerusalem here, kiddos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate how they bully other highschoolers (which are part of those I don't hate).&lt;br /&gt;When I was still babysitting for Michelle, I saw 3 big boys picking on this scrawny little boy. They kept on throwing LARGE snowballs at him which I know hurts! I think he's probably the same age as them, but given the fact they they were bigger in number and in body built, he couldn't do anything about it other than saying, "Stop!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Which now brings me to the topmost reason of my hate towards them-&lt;br /&gt;They lack respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, while waiting at the bus stop, I heard a group of teener girls talking. This was how their conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;HSGirl1: Yea, I don't like her either. She flirts too much with *insert guys name here*!&lt;br /&gt;HSGirl2: We should, like, get her deported to Baghdad or something!&lt;br /&gt;HSGirl3: I know, right! God, she's such a Muslim!&lt;br /&gt;(*they laugh*)&lt;br /&gt;HSGirl1: That's funny, you used God and Muslim at the same sentence!&lt;br /&gt;HSGirl3: I don't care, I don't believe in God anyway. You know why?&lt;br /&gt;HSGirl1: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NOW GET READY FOR THIS... I'M SURE YOU'LL ALL GET SHOCKED WITH HER ANSWER!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HSGirl3: BECAUSE GOD, WHEN SPELLED BACKWARDS, READS DOG!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit!&lt;br /&gt;I swear I felt the hair on my arms stand up even though they were inside my thick wool turtleneck which was inside my heavy trenchcoat!&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to give her a good smack on the face for what she said! WTFuck? How dare she say that! First of all, there's nothing wrong with being a Muslim! Shame on her, whoever she was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not a perfect Catholic.&lt;br /&gt;I admit of lying, cheating and not religiously going to Church on Sundays but never in my life will you hear those words she used in that sentence come out of my mouth (or my brain)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone has different beliefs and all; and she may be an atheist for all I know but she didn't have any right to say that! Has she never heard of the saying; if you don't have anything good to say, just shut up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what her beliefs are!&lt;br /&gt;I don't care whether she just meant that as a joke!&lt;br /&gt;SHE DOESN'T, DIDN'T AND WILL NOT HAVE ANY RIGHT TO SAY THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend, Karen, who is a Christian. I remember she used to invite me to join her in their Bible studies and she would constantly tell me stories about their church but never have I heard her degrade Catholisism in any way.&lt;br /&gt;THAT is how we should all act.&lt;br /&gt;We should respect each others' differences!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only sad bit about this story is that instead of standing up for my God, I chose to just turn a blind eye. I really was stunned with what she said that I think I stared blankly at them for 20 seconds to fully ingest if she had really said those... After that, I just turned on my iPod and just proceeded on listening to my music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I shouldn't have done that!&lt;br /&gt;I should've corrected her!&lt;br /&gt;I should've defended my belief.&lt;br /&gt;I should've defended my Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all those should'ves are too late now... that's why I thought of sharing the story to you guys. That even if I wasn't able to defend Him to that bitch, at least I've shared my story in the web, which hopefully could be read by millions of devotees out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, I just feel bad for these kids' attitudes. Is that their perception of coolness now? Mali eh! Maling-mali!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, who can we blame? Who do we blame?&lt;br /&gt;The media?&lt;br /&gt;The parents?&lt;br /&gt;The schools?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or people like me?&lt;br /&gt;Those who chose to turn away from their duties to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya I feel so bad. Sayang, I had the chance...&lt;br /&gt;The chance to defend Him, just us how he had defended us billions of years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, let's just pray for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please pray for me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry, Lord!&lt;br /&gt;I really am! ='(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-2441878124679986860?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/2441878124679986860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=2441878124679986860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2441878124679986860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2441878124679986860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2008/11/have-i-ever-told-you-guys-how-much-i.html' title='SumTingWong.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-2870592194673485776</id><published>2008-11-21T17:27:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:25:25.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;He's mad at me again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayyy Babe, you're the sweetest guy for me and you know that I love you ever so much, but you're also the meanest boy I know when we fight! Huhu. And I don't even know what you're mad about... ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(*insert*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now it's I'm yellin' over her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she's yellin' over me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All that that means&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is neither of us is listening, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And what's even worse is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that we don't even remember why we're fighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So both of us are mad for... &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothin'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So yeah, because of that I'm making myself busy by concentrating more on my schoolwork (shut up, is this reallllly me? LOL), hanging out with my cousins a lot (too bad they'll be in California for 5 days!), and I even revamped my closet! Haha! Gah, I'd really love to have a walk-in closet when I have my own house!&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pixxies I took...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SSc7lU5DJFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gXCGGxfusF0/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%281819%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SSc7lU5DJFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gXCGGxfusF0/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%281819%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271247401309643858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The back part of the door which I made into a mini "kikay" holder!&lt;br /&gt;--and I'm also planning on redecorating the front part but as of the moment, I've only placed a corkboard on it so I'll just take a picture when I get done designing it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SSc9UseqOWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vkdY3z31bnA/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%281824%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SSc9UseqOWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vkdY3z31bnA/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%281824%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271249314606889314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SSc9UUPiIvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/KCODn2bX-mw/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%281823%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SSc9UUPiIvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/KCODn2bX-mw/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%281823%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271249308100993778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(A closer look... Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SSc7leeMwJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/UqzMAfZ_sVQ/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%281820%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SSc7leeMwJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/UqzMAfZ_sVQ/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%281820%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271247403881382034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The inside left side...)&lt;br /&gt;Because my cousin and tita are here, they share the closet with me so they get the 3rd row (or is it column? I could never get the difference of those two! Ahh, blonde moment!) so I'm only occupying the two middle spaces for the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SSc7ljK4eAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Bc3Rog4WiqM/s1600-h/baBy+co%21%C3%96%281821%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SSc7ljK4eAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Bc3Rog4WiqM/s400/baBy+co%21%C3%96%281821%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271247405142538242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The inside right side...)&lt;br /&gt;At the top are my casual clothes and at the bottom are my everyday: meaning pambahay, pajamas and oversized shirts! Oopsie, sorry for some undies showing! Haha! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, if you're wondering where the coats and jackets are, it's on the other closets... We actually have 5 closets at home, 2 were bought and the other 3 are part of the apartment. My Mom owns the 2 bought ones but I share the taller one with her for the more "formal" clothes I own, i.e. dresses, etc. One of the 3 closets, like I said are for the jackets, coats and bedsheets (comforters). The next one is for our pants, belts and bags; and the last one is the one that's mine.&lt;br /&gt;We also have numerous clothesstacks for everytime the season changes. The ones that you're seeing are my Fall/Winter outfits because the Spring/Summer clothes are all hidden already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Jollibee called yesterday! Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;I sent an application to them when I heard they were opening one here in the East Coast (well it's about time! The West Coasters: California, already have their Jollibee's and Goldilock's there!)... so yeah. They called to confirm my interview but I had classes at the time they gave me so, boohoo, no extra money for me! But hey, I can't believe the place is almost done! It already has walls and Jollibee tarps everywhere! Yey! And the best thing about it is, it's only 20 streets away from our place! Woohooo! After 2 years, Jollibee fries and ChickenJoys coming right up!!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Adobe Photoshop I'm DL-ing just finished and I really want to try it now (Thanks John, I FINALLY have one!) so I guess this update ends here!&lt;br /&gt;Kbye!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. ARRRGHH!!! CHRISTIAN TALK TO ME NA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-2870592194673485776?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/2870592194673485776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=2870592194673485776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2870592194673485776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2870592194673485776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SSc7lU5DJFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gXCGGxfusF0/s72-c/baBy+co%21%C3%96%281819%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-2179429777802532834</id><published>2008-11-17T15:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:55:26.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Classmate.</title><content type='html'>This happened a few days ago while our Prof. was explaining something on the board:&lt;br /&gt;We weren't seated beside each other (him on my left, our usual position) because he arrived late and another student sat on the seat I saved for him. Having no choice, he took the only available seat closest to mine which was diagonally on my left and in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a boring topic and I was feeling a bit sleepy when he turns his head to look at me. He made a &lt;i&gt;pa&lt;/i&gt;-cute face and winked, then he pouted his lips over for a kissy face. Haha! It made me sooo freakin' kilig!!!&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, he turns his head again, smiles at me and mouths "&lt;i&gt;I love you&lt;/i&gt;!" and so I smile back at him and I mouth "&lt;i&gt;I love you too&lt;/i&gt;!" too! After that, I didn't feel sleepy anymore!!! =)) Haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Methinks he's my happy pill now!&lt;br /&gt;My system gets its daily supply of endorphins just by looking at him! Haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;And just like Bella and Edward, he's exactly my kind of heroine too!&lt;br /&gt;I will always choose to get high to him!!! Haha!!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Waah, I'm so happy, I end almost all my sentences with "HAHA", Haha!!!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm acting like a crazy high school girl with a crush here! Haha! But hey, I AM!!! Haha! &lt;i&gt;Landi&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;We actually both act like crazy teenagers when we're together, especially at class... especially if the topic is boring! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this one time at class, he out-of-the-blue started telling me about how a year ago, Coca-cola made this coffee-flavored coke that tasted so good (see, I've never even heard of that stuff before he told me, I learn so much from him! LOL!).&lt;br /&gt;I had to lean over to him to hear him because he was whispering (well, because at that time, our prof. was in the middle of a discussion!) He says it became his favorite but they don't make them now anymore because it's just one of those specials flavors they do from time to time. I said I wanted to taste it, so he said we should go hunt for it in the city because he suddenly had a craving for it and he thinks they have a stock of it there.&lt;br /&gt;Then when I was about to re-lean back to my own arm rest, he stops me and tickles my thighs! Haha! I didn't even know I had a tickle spot on my thigh before-- another thing learned because of him! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Our prof eventually got to us but that didn't stop us from giggling till the class was over. Haha! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I sounded so immature in this entry!!! Haha!! But I just can't help myself! I'm feeling all giddy inside!!! =))&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I've said before, we're not "official" yet but we both like-like each other so that's more than enough for me, for now. Heehee!&lt;br /&gt;KBye!!! =*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-2179429777802532834?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/2179429777802532834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=2179429777802532834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2179429777802532834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/2179429777802532834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2008/11/classmate.html' title='The Classmate.'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-7365214128962926719</id><published>2008-11-13T12:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:55:50.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too great for an 'effin title!</title><content type='html'>I was doing my a Powerpoint presentation when Kitisky randomly asks, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Din, napanood mo na to&lt;/span&gt;?", as a commercial started playing on the tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*** Usually, what he prefers to watch do not interest me (well, except for Gossip Girl and Prison Break, that we're on the same boat!), and whenever he'd show me clips or make me watch UFC or Family Guy with him, I'd mock him! ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not thinking about his question too much, I half-mindedly turned my attention over the TV screen and here's what I saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-GZINS1GgKo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-GZINS1GgKo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Shit! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Astig&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang ganda&lt;/span&gt;!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oo nga eh, halos maiyak na nga ko nung una kong napanood eh&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know I've already posted this in my &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.purplepink11.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.plurk.com/user/purplepink11"&gt;Plurk&lt;/a&gt; accounts too, but whatever!!! If I had other online blogs, I would post this one there too! Haha! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always dreamed of being proposed to with something as cheesy as having the four magical words, "Will you marry me?", posted in a wide screen on a football game during halftime (but I don't even watch football so that's a bust!), or reading them inside a fortune cookie while we're having our desert in some fancy 5 star restaurant (I don't like the ring inside the champagne disguise 'cause I might choke on it! Haha!)... but I think I've changed my mind now! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for my future husband, *hint*BABE!*hint*... I don't care if this isn't an original idea of yours!&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to do it for me!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BE PROPOSED TO USING THIS STYLE!  =))&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel what the girl felt like towards the end of the commercial because DID YOU SEE HER FACIAL EXPRESSION? It was PRICELESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8993487642025802673-7365214128962926719?l=kristelarraiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/feeds/7365214128962926719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8993487642025802673&amp;postID=7365214128962926719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/7365214128962926719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8993487642025802673/posts/default/7365214128962926719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristelarraiza.blogspot.com/2008/11/too-great-for-effin-title-i-was-doing.html' title='Too great for an &apos;effin title!'/><author><name>Blair Cornelia Waldorf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08960157109668280459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SbNQUoanYfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/URMPT3O1Fwc/S220/post_image-0227_megan_fox_lunch_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8993487642025802673.post-5549299062191903206</id><published>2008-11-11T12:54:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:56:12.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it’s randomly funny that I…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-most of the time imitate another person’s way of talking or laughing.&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, the one I’m copying is Serena (Blake Lively, even though I like Blair: Leighton Meester better.)! I like the way she purses her lips and talks like she’s biting her inner cheeks! Haha!! Too cute! =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cannot and will not understand or accept why most people I come in contact with lick their fingers when they have a hard time flipping through books or newspapers... then use their saliva as a lubricator to turn over the pages. Ugh, disgusting! Kuya Germs, man, Kuya Germs!!!&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-am fond of getting “hit” on (in a gentleman way, ofcourse— not the Manong tricycle driver kind of method)!&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I love the feeling kaya, especially when I’m on my off days and I feel so down and ugly! Major self-boost eh! Knowing that someone “appreciates” how I look like when I’m on my worst livens me! =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gusto ko nga, meron pakong clicker thingy na katulad dun sa isang Axe commercial eh! Cool nun!!! Haha!!! Pathetic na kung pathetic but tell me, who doesn’t agree with me on this one? LOL! Mamatay na denial queen, thankyouverymuch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-am 22 years old and yet I still have the mind of a 5 year old!&lt;br /&gt;I still love coloring books! I also love watching, listening and singing the songs from my favorite Disney Princesses movies! I loooove “A Whole New World” from Aladdin and almost all the songs from Beauty and the Beast! My top favey Disney princess is Beauty, closely followed by Princess Jasmine!! Yea babeeeh!!! Happily ever after, rules! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267462846391936114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 188px; height: 293px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IX8ZjQFI7YI/SRnJjPLCZHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BhLU4-1IFwI/s320/Princess-Belle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-cannot ride a bike to save my life!&lt;br /&gt;Srsly! I can only balance myself if the bike has training wheels!! Heehee!! I wish someone would be my “Justin” (a.k.a. Rain) and teach me how to ride!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-enjoy talking to strangers!&lt;br /&gt;A good ol’ “Morning!”, or “Have a good one!”, or “Take care!" can surely brighten up my unbrightened day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-am called Ms. Clickity-clack by some of my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Cute isn’t it? It all started from m
