<?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-14995425</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:02:08.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..::crystal teardrops::..</title><subtitle type='html'>...my thoughts.. the schema i am into...the me whish i share to thee</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-116070556912649055</id><published>2006-10-12T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:12:49.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Y Tu Mama Tambien</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/gael3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/gael.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/320/gael.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/gael.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/gael.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;heyla am back! am having the Bee Friday Madness right now. i had a news about Bourne Ultimatum a while ago. it says that Gael Garcia Bernal will play the nemesis. wohooo! he's my favorite actor. first spotted him in the movie Y Tu Mama Tambien. i love the sex in the movie. the twist is perfect, not to mention the "kiss" (see it for yourself) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/320/gael4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-116070556912649055?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/116070556912649055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=116070556912649055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/116070556912649055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/116070556912649055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2006/10/y-tu-mama-tambien.html' title='Y Tu Mama Tambien'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-115942635827691545</id><published>2006-09-27T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T23:56:19.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diggin Bushnell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/2003_6_candacebushnell.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/320/2003_6_candacebushnell.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;From North Pole to Russia, am bound for New York, Hamptons to be exact. Kity Kate lend me her Candace Bushnell book entitled Trading UP. I think it's her third novel since &lt;em&gt;Sex &amp; the City&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Four Blondes.&lt;/em&gt; This time, the philosopher of social science focused on Janey, who captivated everybody's attention through her Victoria Secret's billboard. Basically, it's another take on the high society of New York viewed from the perspective of a model. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Last time I saw Bushnell on Tv was through the Phil premiere of Wickedly Perfect on Studio 2&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/product-5663106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/320/product-5663106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. I can't say how much the book would cost for me, since am still on Chapter four. Keep posted, if you are interested. Bwehehheheh. Judging from the pix on the right, she's one hell of a gorgeous lady. I wish to meet her. Just a wish who knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Hey, I do have a new show, Afternoon Buzz with Happy Louie, Tuesdays and Thursdays at 1 to 5 PM. It's anything from guy's fashion to health tips to social issues and entertainment buzz. Take a sting of it on your city's music and party authority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-115942635827691545?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/115942635827691545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=115942635827691545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/115942635827691545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/115942635827691545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2006/09/diggin-bushnell.html' title='Diggin Bushnell'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-115923049817522891</id><published>2006-09-25T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T17:28:18.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notice to the Public</title><content type='html'>am far from Graduation, if i would count the hours. i just hope and am desperately praying that the Administration would be nice to me this year and let me get out of its pit. Breakfast Club isn't over yet, and hey i've got a new show, TTH still, 1 to 5 in the afternoon (Who's the TTh guy now, eh?). Back to school topics, NDDU's final exams will be on October 9, baby, so to all pips from the University, chill now and study the week after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of the moment am itching to watch another episode of Entourage. I wish to relate to it. Booo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just dropping by, Ciao Bellas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-115923049817522891?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/115923049817522891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=115923049817522891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/115923049817522891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/115923049817522891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2006/09/notice-to-public.html' title='Notice to the Public'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-115922959541183672</id><published>2006-09-25T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T17:13:15.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hear Oricco</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o2QClX1jiTI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o2QClX1jiTI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;CCM artist Stacie Orrico was born March 3, 1986 in Seattle, WA, and is one of five children. Orrico began singing at an early age when her family moved to Denver, CO. She first gained recognition in 1998 at the age of 12 when she received the top honor in the vocalist category at the Estes Park Christian Artist Seminar. She built her career from that experience and was signed to Forefront Records. Her 2000 debut album, Genuine, is a combination of Christian pop with an urban flare and has been compared stylistically to both Christina Aguilera and Lauryn Hill. Three songs from her debut album, including the Michael W. Smith-produced ballad "Dear Friend" and the disc's first single "Don't Look at Me," were written or co-written by Orrico&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/14995425-115922959541183672?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/115922959541183672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=115922959541183672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/115922959541183672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/115922959541183672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hear-oricco.html' title='I hear Oricco'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-115883308574350050</id><published>2006-09-21T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T03:07:06.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oblation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that famous UP imagery made of Earth entices people within and outside Piyup because of its perfection. it never reached the point that I would compare my body to that of the Oblation. i embodied its message for the past years. I used to think that more than pride, Oble would love to be an example of baring what you've got and being comfortable with it, no matter what other people would say. For the past years, I fought for my decisions, lived with it and faced every consequences it provided. i never anticipated that one day, it wont be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my body. my bestfriend adores it - he wants a replica. i just let people criticize and lived on. until, a while ago, my beloved mentioned it. how skinny I am. it made my world turn 360 degrees. i guess people are right and the inner Luke in me would say i need change. i'll take the cue, in few months or years i'll be this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/320/beautiful_marco_carocari20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-115883308574350050?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/115883308574350050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=115883308574350050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/115883308574350050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/115883308574350050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2006/09/oblation.html' title='Oblation'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-115855412318334374</id><published>2006-09-17T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T21:35:23.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/pic02.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/320/pic02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;My 18th of September&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I tried going to the gym last Friday. I enjoyed every bit of it not minding what will happen to my body few days after. Saturday was a bit okay cause I feel no pain. Sunday brought my muscles to sanctuary of torture. I could feel my nerves screaming out of excruciating condition. I thought everything will be good today since m scheduled for another work out; I was disappointed by my own status. Am in pain, physical pain. Hope it will br gone tomorrow because I need to be Healthy for The Breakfast Club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Listen to The Breakfast Club with Happy Louie on Killer Bee 206.3 every Tuesdays and Thursdays, 6-10 in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-115855412318334374?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/115855412318334374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=115855412318334374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/115855412318334374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/115855412318334374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2006/09/monday-sucks.html' title='Monday Sucks'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-115846040286717712</id><published>2006-09-16T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T19:33:22.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 30 Final Contdown: September 17, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/fergie01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/320/fergie01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Fergie is still at the top spot this week, with Sean Paul and Keyshia Cole trailing behind. Hilton is going out of the countdown while Jessica Simpson climbs up. Hinder's Lips of an Angel is the next big thing. I say, it's definitely a killer. Blue Sky remains the top OPM this week making Hale invincible though it's going down with URbandub's recent Silent, Endless Whisper stinging up the countdown.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Vote for your favorite Artist/Song just type KB1063 (space) title of the song or the artist and send it to 229905&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-115846040286717712?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/115846040286717712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=115846040286717712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/115846040286717712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/115846040286717712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2006/09/top-30-final-contdown-september-17.html' title='Top 30 Final Contdown: September 17, 2006'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-115845882860227910</id><published>2006-09-16T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T19:07:08.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Mademoiselle Jenny Wyne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/32458661850332l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/320/32458661850332l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/3299373269147l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Paris Hilton is still chilling at Number 25 on This Weeks Top 30 Final Countdown with her debut single Stars Are Blind. As of the moment Hinder is belting out Lips of an Angel as my first New Entry. I like the song and it reminds me of my good friend/co-big-shot-DJ Jenny Wyn. Jini as I may call her left without saying goodbye. I don't take that against her though, cuz when two adults become too busy with their thingy, they miss to communicate. I guess she's busy drinking rouge wine or eating French bread for breakfast (bwehehehe!). What ushered me to missing her? Three reasons. 1.) I was watching Jenny Bae lead the Puka team of Survivor Cook Island to victory. She's like Jenny Wyn, fighter and a Filipina in a foreign land (ugh!). 2.) I was browsing for some news for today's countdown when I accidentally (if you will believe it's an accident) open my Friendster mail from her. 3.) I'm in the station, I've got 80 over 70 percent of missing her since we used to share the same show or i'd crashed through her's. Pardon my being sensitive as of l'heure. I just have two great friends abroad, one in South Korea, and the other in France. When I drink latte or go malling, I terribly click the tip of my shoes, close my eyes and wish for both of them - Jenny and Danvir - apparate in beside me and enjoy the gig. Apparently, I need to wait for 7 months or so before I could be either with Jen or Danvir. (hihihihihihi) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Jini, Wherever you are always remember Je'Tame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Check my other shows, TTH - 6-10 AM, The Breakfast Club with Happy Louie, Classroom 106 (Sat 9-12 noon) and of course The Top 30 Final Countdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-115845882860227910?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/115845882860227910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=115845882860227910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/115845882860227910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/115845882860227910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2006/09/missing-mademoiselle-jenny-wyne.html' title='Missing Mademoiselle Jenny Wyne'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-115819515500546817</id><published>2006-09-13T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T17:52:35.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ's BOOK RACK : Deception Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/deception_point.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/320/deception_point.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Think about CNN/National Geographic/BBC/Hollywood! Got a grasp of the scenario already? As of the moment, am craving to read Chapter 106 of this adrenaline-coated piece of thriller-info-novel mastermind Dan Brown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Geez! Actually, of his four books, this is the second that i do have (next to Mona Lisa thing - Da Vinci Code).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a recall, I wasn't into thrillers or controversy for that matter because I am more of a Coehlo or Moore bibliomaniac if I may say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Howver, Da Vinci did held me at the back with all th significant infos in it - not the anomalous Christ kinship. This time, it's Rachel Sexton's turn to be Brown's pawn in his NASA plot. I can't give a total review of it right now, cuz am not done with it. (I'll share as soon as am done with it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/1b_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="186" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/320/1b_7.jpg" width="112" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Another book is Waiting by my book rack, it's Marco Polo, If You Can by William F. Buckley, Jr. In this volume of Buckley's Blackford&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oakes spy novels, Oakes is called upon to plug a security leak in President Eisenhower's National Security Council. Oakes goes on a mission behind the Iron Curtain to counter the damage, is captured and sentenced to death as a spy, and turns the tables on the KGB. It's Exciting from Delta Force of Dan Brown to Buckley's KGB. It's better than getting laid, er, on the second thought, the latter is better than a book. ( Spank, ed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to finish both books within this week because my thesis is stealing the show next week. uhm, I have one hour to go before saying ciao ciao bee over the radio. If you're a listener of my shows, thank you for passing by and giving a care to read my thoughts these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-115819515500546817?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/115819515500546817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=115819515500546817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/115819515500546817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/115819515500546817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2006/09/djs-book-rack-deception-point_13.html' title='DJ&apos;s BOOK RACK : Deception Point'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-115819262850807337</id><published>2006-09-13T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T19:41:08.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE on a Gangster's La Vie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/320/house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Diagnosis of a DJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;HOUSE, m.d. - am hooked to it; as the tag would say it's affictive just like Dr. House's painkiller. Anybody who had a chance to watch it are blessed - with a perfect plot for a medical drama, superb theatrics and information worth to know about. Gee! am into medical drama these days. I could remember asking my Mum to leave the couch every Thursday night cause I need to deal with Dr. Meredith Grey and the other interns of Grey's anatomy. I don't need to beg now because, I have the DVD of its 1st and 2nd season. WOHOOOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;By the way as of the moment I am juggling between some spills from my mouth for the BREAKFAST CLUB and this freakin BLog. AM I complaining? YES!! No matter how smart I'd categorize myself, I still can't serve two inevitable masters at the same time. So Ciao for now and think of RESPECT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Have a great WEEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-115819262850807337?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/115819262850807337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=115819262850807337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/115819262850807337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/115819262850807337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2006/09/update-on-gangsters-la-vie.html' title='UPDATE on a Gangster&apos;s La Vie'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-115553042101985794</id><published>2006-08-13T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T21:50:00.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EN REVIEW::.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Superficial Probing of Marcee M. Steele’s Teaching Students with Learning Disabilities: Constructivism or Behaviorism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUCAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;          The wonder of a review is the individual’s chance to share his idea on certain subject. Most likely, it enhances a person’s ability to think or on a higher level analyze and put it into different media for the others to know– in this case, print. However, students in particular, find this activity as a mere requirement rather than a training privilege that could gear them up for the future. On the contrary, I anticipate for reviews and other type of written discourse, from the courses I take because it helps me in more ways than plain recitation could do. Simply put, trying to be a critic on some matters will introduce me to new topics; enhance my proficiency of the English language; and I consider it as one of my catharsis activity – it releases tension and dilemmas. Why am I talking about the benefits of writing a review? I believe there is no better way to start a review on teaching principles than to talk about a certain strategy that could make each principle of teaching work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;            I had browsed the “webdom” for articles on current issues about teaching and learning principles. Upon typing Teaching and Learning Principles on the search-bar within 0.40 seconds, Google.com provided access to 56, 300, 000 websites which inanimately promises dissertations on the topic I wish to tackle. One article, however, stood out and caught my attention. On the website http://cie.asu.edu , the piece written by Marcee M. Steele of University of Carolina North Wilmington, gave a discussion on the topic Teaching Students with Learning Disabilities: Constructivism or Behaviorism. It’s a comparative study on the principle of Constructivism and Behaviorism as an aid in teaching students who have learning disabilities. Learning disabilities range from that of a shallow case which is psychologically based or that of a complex case. Universities, colleges and public schools, globally, acted on this matter by adopting exclusive styles on teaching a specific case. The author suggests otherwise by stating that “integrating components from different approaches could help special and general education teachers work more effectively as a team to teach children with learning disabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;            Learning disability is described as specific learning disabilities as psychological processing disorders that result in deficits in at least one of the academic skills (U.S. Office of Education, 1977). According to Mercer (1997), characteristics associated with learning disabilities include problems in reading, mathematics, writing, and oral language; deficits in interpreting what is seen or heard; difficulty with study skills, self-control, self-esteem, memory, and attention. The&lt;br /&gt;United States of Americauses either Behaviorism or Constructivism to attack this problem. Constructivism approach is evident with teachers who teach base on what the learners already learn and starts from there. Its core goal is to introduce learning as a concept significant to life thus it should be associated with real life situations. This approach can be supported by activities such as brainstorming while activities such as role playing or debate on current issues some of strategies that can be used to help students with learning disabilities. Behaviorism on the other hand, could be pertained to as the instructional method. Modeling or demonstrations play a major role in this strategy. Students with learning disabilities tend to learn more if they are being shown what they need to do.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;          Both principles have its advantages and fallbacks. Constructivism may mold confidence with students but on the long ran could make them crave for more activities and in worst case will never pay attention to significant lectures. Behaviorism, for one directly informs the student through guidance but on the other hand could propagate lack of independence on the learner’s part. An integration of both principles can be beneficial in teaching. I believe that a little bit of constructivism wont be bad if mixed with behaviorism. I’m a prime advocate of the concept that teachers should seek and implement whatever available principle or aid to help their students, average or those who have learning abilities alike, attain learning because to start with, teaching only happens when there is learning.&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;          Going back to the wonder of making reviews, I salute teachers who provide activities such as reflection papers and the like because they know how to motivate students to go beyond what they currently possess as a learner. In one way or another, students like me, if not all, will benefit from the pleasurable effect of taking learning to the extreme. I could relate this to that anecdote in the book 1000 Stories You Can Use Volume 1, about three wise men who were traveling along a desert. A voice asked them to take as many stones as possible, because the following day, the stones will make them glad and sad at the same time. They took pebbles instead of stones and placed it in their pocket. The next day the pebbles turned into rubies and diamonds. It made the wise men happy but they regret not taking more stones. That how education should be perceived, we need to take advantage of the available resources because it will be our ticket to success. Since learning is a cooperative process, teachers as well should do every possible thing that could help the students learn.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;            The quality of education in our country they say is incomparable to its value years ago because it continuously deteriorates. Moreover, if average students are affected by this, so are those with learning disabilities. I suggest that both parts of the learning process, the teacher and the learner should work hand in hand to alleviate the condition of education in the Philippines, because no matter how much we cling to the idea that the youth is the hope of the future, it will not be vindicated if the youth we are referring to is coated with substandard knowledge and values.&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/14995425-115553042101985794?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/115553042101985794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=115553042101985794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/115553042101985794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/115553042101985794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2006/08/en-review.html' title='EN REVIEW::.'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-115421905622918077</id><published>2006-07-29T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T17:25:10.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bliss With Having A Jedi</title><content type='html'>The past week was tormenting. I shed tons of tears whining about how I could have my Jedi back. I maybe lost my mojo a bit for my special baby left me. I was lost in a thorny forest of pain and uncertainty. I could never made it through without clinging to the hope that my bliss would come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week of mishaps, everything suddenly fall into places. I'm back working at the radio; am healing and the best thing of all, I could sleep well for 7 hours. I am beyond overwhelmed with what is happening to me. I am in love and I am happy, siple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bliss of having a Jedi could not be explained by any galaxian language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-115421905622918077?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/115421905622918077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=115421905622918077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/115421905622918077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/115421905622918077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2006/07/bliss-with-having-jedi.html' title='The Bliss With Having A Jedi'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-115259411183176745</id><published>2006-07-10T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:01:51.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Gave Up Radio for a Study on Radio Advertising</title><content type='html'>When a person badly wants to get through something, do you call that paranoia? How about a case wherein somebody feels jerky about his real capacity, could it pass as a simple case of insecurity or laziness? Either way, I have to know what is happening to me. I used to believe that writing is one of the genetic belssings given to me by my God. Unfortunately, that assumption doesn't help me at all - especially at this point. I am a week away from the deadline of my thesis' Chapter 1. Oddly, I haven't done anything yet; not even an article to start the first sentence of my thesis. Let me count the reasons why I am hesitant to start my thesis, later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually wake up at 10 in the morning every Tuesdays, Thursdays and Weekends. I really enjoy cuddling my pillow while dreaming of la-la-land for all we know, this alte, because, myc lass would start  at 5:30 Pm until 8:30 PM. I't dreadful actually. I may ahve all the sleep in the mornign but I need to rush abck home because I might not catch  the reruns of Grey's Anatomy and teh alte night Oprah (giggle!). Why woudl I care about Grey's Anatomy? For one, I have anticipated for this show to be featured in Studio 23 because we don't have Cable TV. How on Earth could this be possible? The place I live in isn't a part of the digitally advanced  demograph of households in the Philippines, at least not yet. (blush!) I am even ready to give up my radio show just for this Thursday TV gig. Yeah, I am giving up talking at alte nights on radio because my health isn't going nowhere closer to being great plus primtime TV watc hing is better than balbbing in between playing songs of teh same caliber nightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with being a DJ, at least for now. Two years of listening to music  and  shifting my taste for it every now and then while talking about millions of stuff on air doesn't entice me me now the way it used to. i might miss it once in a while but I guess I got tired of it considering a lot of things I gave up just for the heck of ahving my own radio show. Listeners, for one, do come and go, specially if there are times when I could not keep up with my schedule due to exams and other academic circumstances. It even came to the point that I didn't mind losing my scholarship just to stick to the demands of my radio show. Add to it teh daily pain of stooping down to other people's mindset. I am not into prejudice, it is just really tiring to give in to other people's way of treating you just for the sake of their comfort. I wont mind criticism because it is a great part of the job, but when the tough gets going the great ones partying. therefore, it is my time to party while cultivating a betetr field for my atke off come graduation time. My confession regarding disc jockeying is taht it coudl sometimes mold you into something the listeners want you to be, to the verge of losing your own perspective of who you are. There are some occassions that even your co-workers would step on the privacy line towards your life and use it against you. To taht note, I'd love to say that I never dreamed of being a hypocrite; i let people know what they deserve to know - just like throwing back curses if necessary. (blimey!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for that resignation anecdote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I woke up early today for my catechism class. It is one of those unneccessary requirement that I need to endure while my school levitates with the tuition I pay. I rushed to the nearest cafe afterwards to chat with my special someone who lives miles away from me and do some research for my thesis. I couldn't think of a better way to jumpstart it so I bought my fave tea drink and some chips as an additive. So this will bring us back to my thesis. I am dealing with the title FM Radio Advertising as an Aid for Increasing Profitability of Business in General Santos City. The idea is mainly anchored on imposing that radio advertising could be a catalyst in increasing the city's economic status through   the so called local advertisers. I want to compare the price range of  radio advertising services depending on the different market  certain Radio Stations cater to. Moreover, I would love to know if there is an impact on the earnings of advertisers who submit to the power of mass media.&lt;br /&gt;I consider the study great so I badly want to have a perfect start for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will I start it? I dunno by now but I need to go now, for I don't ahve all the time in the world for every bit of thing I am required to do today. I still ahve half a botlle of tea...tea nayone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-115259411183176745?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/115259411183176745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=115259411183176745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/115259411183176745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/115259411183176745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-i-gave-up-radio-for-study-on-radio.html' title='The Day I Gave Up Radio for a Study on Radio Advertising'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-114827047997657959</id><published>2006-05-21T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T21:01:19.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And There Was You</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee width="100%" behavior="scroll" scrollamount="5" direction="left" bgcolor=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/26/00/3960062/25065999534080l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/26/00/3960062/24967110954443l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/26/00/3960062/25066480562805l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/26/00/3960062/24966939934667l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://myspace-617.vo.llnwd.net/00008/71/63/8193617_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://myspace-630.vo.llnwd.net/00019/03/68/19958630_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics-57.hi5.com/userpics/657/440/44036657.img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-114827047997657959?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/114827047997657959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=114827047997657959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/114827047997657959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/114827047997657959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-there-was-you.html' title='And There Was You'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-114826988611219309</id><published>2006-05-21T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T20:51:26.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer OST</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RLR37lyKmfs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RLR37lyKmfs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I learned This Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. One should be independent in making plans for his life. He should never demand somebody to help him get off his pithole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It's not un-cool to be single. You can take advantage of it to discover or maybe rediscover those hidden talents taht you lost along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Past is past. Rekindling thoughts about it would mold a loser out of you. Let them think of you not the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Some friends won't always be there for you, but it wont make them less tahn what a friend is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. In chosing between interpersonal and intrapersonal relationship, focus on the latter before trying to master the terrain of the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Plan a feasible plan. It is ok to dream so long as you give in to the necessary requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Spend wisely. Invest on things that you need and is helpful to your carrer, situation, life in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. In relation to number 7, save for the future. Even coin-per-day-kind-of-thing will go a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Pray! Not because you need something but be thankful of the small things that you have, things that coudl amke you ahppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Believe on the talents you have. Push yourself to the limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Love the Rents despite their shortcomings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Never blame somebody for your own mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Never tell stories about your past. Keep your privacy at its right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Never talk about plans until it's over a hundred percent attainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Breathe and chill, then fight back to the challenges of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-114826988611219309?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/114826988611219309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=114826988611219309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/114826988611219309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/114826988611219309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-summer-ost.html' title='My Summer OST'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-114544536505911114</id><published>2006-04-19T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T04:16:05.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's on my DVD Player: UNDISCOVERED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/steven01-02.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/photo_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/400/photo_19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;UNDISCOVERED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell for the poster of this movie while i was drooling over the photos of the four main characters. much to my surprise, i love the story better than the photos. here's some details about the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Brier (Pell James), a successful New York model, moves to Los Angeles to act, the last person she expects to see is Luke (Steven Strait), a stranger with whom she had a chance encounter on the New York City subway years before. The talented struggling musician has been smitten with beautiful Brier ever since that magical moment on the subway, but much to Luke’s dismay, Brier has sworn off musicians after dating a philandering British rock star. Brier puts her attraction to Luke on the back burner and instead enlists their mutual friend, fellow acting student and singer Clea (Ashlee Simpson), in a guerilla public relations campaign to get Luke noticed and jumpstart his career. Secretly using their contacts and friends in the modeling, acting, and music worlds to build "buzz" about Luke, they make him an overnight sensation, and he soon has a recording contract.Unfortunately, the campaign works too well, and upstanding Luke is quickly caught up in the frenzied world of hot young stardom, complete with a Brazilian model girlfriend (Shannyn Sossamon). Even his globetrotting brother, Euan (Kip Pardue), who has landed a gig in L.A. in a 1970s cover band, begins to wonder what happened to the Luke that he knew and loved. As Luke’s fame continues to grow, Brier worries that he will end up a rock star cliché with a woman in every port, and continues to distance herself. Is undeniable chemistry enough to calm her fears and bring the two together, or are Luke and Brier destined for a life apart? Directed by Meiert Davis (FAR FROM HOME), UNDISCOVERED also stars Carrie Fisher as Brier’s sage agent and mentor, Fisher Stevens as a slimy music executive, and Peter Weller as an ultra-cool music legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/photo_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/400/photo_08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/photo_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/320/photo_13.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/400/steven05-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/steven20.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px" height="360" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/320/steven20.0.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/320/steven16.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/400/steven21.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/400/steven01-02.0.jpg" border="0" /&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;a href="http://www.modellaunch.com/face/article.php?id=Steven_Strait&amp;pg=2&amp;amp;PHPSESSID=2600c5643d149c67bc0b8a69110c34f3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://www.modellaunch.com/face/article.php?id=Steven_Strait&amp;pg=2&amp;amp;PHPSESSID=2600c5643d149c67bc0b8a69110c34f3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-114544536505911114?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/114544536505911114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=114544536505911114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/114544536505911114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/114544536505911114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2006/04/whats-on-my-dvd-player-undiscovered.html' title='What&apos;s on my DVD Player: UNDISCOVERED'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-114527139216889758</id><published>2006-04-17T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T03:56:32.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Status of The Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CsX4BClXYD4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CsX4BClXYD4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Life is Beautiful..Heheheheheheehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-114527139216889758?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/114527139216889758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=114527139216889758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/114527139216889758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/114527139216889758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-status-of-moment.html' title='My Status of The Moment'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-114438961094574914</id><published>2006-04-06T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T23:00:11.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think of This!</title><content type='html'>*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;reading is the best hobby that I really got hooked with when I was just a kid. I remember imagining my own world base on the facts and fiction that books introduce to me. However, I lost the habit when I was growing up. Real things fascinated me more than what mere letters could teach me. That's temporary by the way, because I got it back.. the desire to read. Here are some things that you could get from reading (courtesy of a friend):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;1. If you are right handed, you will tend to chew your food on your right side. If you are left handed, you will tend to chew your food on your left side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;2. If you stop getting thirsty, you need to drink more water. For when a human body is dehydrated, its thirst mechanism shuts off. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/200/car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;3. Chewing gum while peeling onions will keep you from crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;4. Your tongue is germ free only if it is pink. If it is white there is a thin film of bacteria on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. The Mercedes-Benz motto is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'Das Beste oder Nichts'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; meaning 'the best or nothing'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;6. The Titanic was the first ship to use the SOS signal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;7. The p&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/Laughter.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/200/Laughter.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;upil of the eye expands as much as 45 percent when a person looks at something pleasing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;8. The average person who stops smoking requires one hour less sleep a night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;9. Laughing lowers levels of stress hormones and strengthens the immune system. Six-year-olds laugh an average of 300 times a day. Adults only laugh 15 to 100 times a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;10. The roar that we hear when we place a seashell next to our ear is not the ocean, but rather the sound of blood surging through the veins in the ear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Dalmatians are born without spots. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/dog.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/200/dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;12. Bats always turn left when exiting a cave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;13. The 'v' in the name of a court case does not stand for 'versus', but for 'and' (in civil proceedings) or 'against' (in criminal proceedings) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;14. Men's shirts have the buttons on the right, but women's shirts have the buttons on the left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;15. The owl is the only bird to drop its upper eyelid to wink. All other birds raise their lower eyelids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;16. The reason honey is so easy to digest is that it's already been digested by a bee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;17. Roosters cannot crow if they cannot extend their necks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/320/blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. The color blue has a calming effect. It causes the brain to release calming hormones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;19. Every time you sneeze some of your brain cells die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;20. Your left lung is smaller than your right lung to make room for your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;21. The verb "cleave" is the only English word with two synonyms which are antonyms of each other: adhere and separate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;22. When you blush, the lining of your stomach also turns red &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/2456805108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/200/2456805108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;23. When hippos are upset, their sweat turns red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;24. The first Harley Davidson motorcycle was built in 1903, and used a tomato can for a carburetor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;25. The lion that roars in the MGM logo is named Volney &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;26. Google is actually the common name for a number with a million zeros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;27. Swi&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/1006652904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/200/1006652904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tching letters is called spoonerism. For example, saying jag of Flapan, instead of flag of Japan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;28. It cost 7 million dollars to build the Titanic and 200 million to make a film about it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;29. The attachment of the human skin to muscles is what causes dimples &lt;a style="TOP: 4px" href="http://rds.yahoo.com/S=96062857/K=Eiffel/v=2/SID=w/TID=SCD_200/l=II/R=21/SS=i/OID=0ebfef6b19d121d8/;_ylt=A0Je5x4L.jVEBhgBtsaJzbkF;_ylu=X3oDMTBxdGE2ODlyBHBvcwMyMQRzZWMDc3IEdnRpZANTQ0RfMjAw/SIG=1cv2t3dsh/EXP=1144474507/*-http://images.search.yahoo.com/search/images/view?back=http%3A%2F%2Fimages.search.yahoo.com%2Fsearch%2Fimages%3Fp%3DEiffel%26ei%3DUTF-8%26fr%3DFP-tab-img-t%26b%3D21&amp;w=480&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;h=640&amp;imgurl=www.oblogdaelfajaqueline.blogger.com.br%2Feiffel2.jpg&amp;amp;rurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.oblogdaelfajaqueline.blogger.com.br%2F2004_09_01_archive.html&amp;size=58.1kB&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;name=eiffel2.jpg&amp;p=Eiffel&amp;amp;type=jpeg&amp;no=21&amp;amp;tt=153,942&amp;ei=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. There are 1,792 steps to the top of the Eiffel Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;31. The sound you hear when you crack your knuckles is actually the sound of nitrogen gas bubbles bursting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;32. Human hair and fingernails continue to grow after death &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;33. It takes about 20 seconds for a red blood cell to circle the whole body &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;34. The plastic things on the end of shoelaces are called aglets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;35. Most soccer players run 7 miles in a game &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;36. The only part of the body that has no blood supply is the cornea in the eye. It takes i&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/2175784082.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/200/2175784082.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n oxygen directly from the air &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;37. Every day 200 million couples make love, 400,000 babies are born, and 140,000 people die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;38. In most watch advertisements the time displayed on the watch is 10:10 because then the arms frame the brand of the watch (and make it look like it is smiling). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;39. Colgate faced big obstacle marketing toothpaste in Spanish speaking countries. Colgate translates into the command "go hang yourself." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;40. The only 2 animals that can see behind itself without turning its head are the rabbit and the parrot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;41. In&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="89" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/200/images.jpg" width="108" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;telligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;42. The average person laughs 13 times a day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;43. Do you know the names of the three wise monkeys? They are:Mizaru(See no evil), Mikazaru(Hear no evil), and Mazaru(Speak no evil) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;44. Women blink nearly twice as much as men &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. German Shepherds bite humans more than any other breed of dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;46. Large kangaroos cover more than 30 feet with each jump &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;47. Whip makes a cracking sound because its tip moves faster than the speed of sound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;48. Two animal rights protesters were protesting at the cruelty of sending pigs to a slaughterhouse in Bonn. Suddenly the pigs, all two thousand of them, escaped through a broken fence and stampeded, trampling the two hapless protesters to death &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;49. If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle; if the horse has one front leg in the air, the person died as a result of wounds receive&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/200/h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d in battle; if the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural cause. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;50. The human heart creates enough pressure while pumping to squirt blood 30 feet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-114438961094574914?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/114438961094574914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=114438961094574914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/114438961094574914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/114438961094574914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2006/04/think-of-this.html' title='Think of This!'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-114352014367758031</id><published>2006-03-27T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T00:09:27.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's on My Mind:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I've been solo for more than a year now and I am beginning to enjoy the priveleges of this status. With little help from dvds, malling, my work, the website I wanna browse, plans for summer, I am ditching that self-pity-attitude away. Singleton isn't a curse, it is a chance to get to know yourself deeper and manipulate your weaknesses turning it into a powerful force to your advantage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;IT REALLY IS OKAY TO BE SINGLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Being single can be the best time of your life. It took us a long time to come to this conclusion. It didn’t happen until our friends kept pointing out how happy we always are. That we have great lives. Being single can be the best time of your life. Full of great experiences, self-discovery and happiness. Use the time to regroup, take a breather and explore who you are and what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Learn from apst relationships and move on. Don't lay there pretending to be a fag version of damsel in distress. Go beyond what is expected of you and surprise those who are trying to pull you down by bouncing back with the new you. It' s just a simple case of make over. Looking at life with optimism will generate a lot of good vibes. Really, so hop on and enjoy the song that is popping in my mound right now,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kelly Clarkson's Because of you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="344" background="http://images.gofish.com/images/blogvid_gray_rrect_top.gif"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="10" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Because of you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blogserv.gofish.com/cnv.asx?gfid=30-1019127" height="280" width="344" showcontrols="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gofish.com/v/blogcnvlist" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.gofish.com/images/blogvid_footerimage.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gofish.com/img/cnv-clear.gif" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-114352014367758031?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/114352014367758031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=114352014367758031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/114352014367758031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/114352014367758031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2006/03/whats-on-my-mind_27.html' title='What&apos;s on My Mind:'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-114319097637651164</id><published>2006-03-23T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T01:02:56.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's on My DVD Player:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/cover_JackJohnson_ThickerThanWater.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/320/cover_JackJohnson_ThickerThanWater.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/cover_JackJohnson_ThickerThanWater.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/jack_bio-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/jack_bio-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Surfing was never an interest to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Yesterday, after finishing 20 film critics I decided to buy DVDs to let me chill. I got Sex and Lucia, Swimming Pool, Eurotrip, Jenny, Juno and my new favorite, Thicker Than Water. I always paly it when I wake up late in the mornign. Staring at the ocean waves on my TV is cool and breezy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Read on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thicker Than Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Genre: &lt;/u&gt;Documentary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack Johnson is a surf-obsessed singer/songwriter in the mould of Ben Harper and G. Love &amp; Special Sauce. His lifelong surfing and music addiction has seen him often torn between his two passions, but here he neatly combines the two. THICKER THAN WATER offers a surf film shot by Johnson, as well as a soundtrack which features material from Johnson, as well as G. Love, Finley Quaye, and others. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I&lt;em&gt; love the sea and watching people surf (uh! even If through TV only). This DVD is an eye and ear candy. It manages to soothe my soul with the soundtrack and the story itself. It doesn't bore me and it gave me a natural high. I am nto into Jack Johnson-type of music before. However, I fell in love with his genre upon watching the DVD. Too abd we cannot play such in Killer bee.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Who is Jack Johnson?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Jack John&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/jack_bio-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/320/jack_bio-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;PROFILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Q: Where did you grow up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;A: On the North Shore of Oahu, Hawaii &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Q: When did you start playing guitar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;A: I started playing when I was 14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Q: What was the first song you learned on the guitar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;A: I learned two at the same time: "One" by Metallica and "Father and Son" by Cat Stevens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Q: What did you do before you put out Brushfire Fairytales? A: I made surf films. Q: What are some of your favorite Surf Movies? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;A: The Seedling, Litmus, Filthy Habbits, Blazing Boards, Bunyip Dreaming, Green Iguana, and Endless Summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Q: Who are some of your (musical) influences? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;A: I dig Nick Drake, The Beatles, Hendrix, Tribe Called Quest, Dylan, Ben Harper, Radio Head, G. Love and Special Sauce, Otis Redding, Neil Young, Marley, Kurosawa, Tom Curren and so on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Q: List the 5 cds your listening to now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;A: any of the Trojan dub compilations, "Night Nurse" - Gregory Isaacs, "Yoshimi..." - Flamming Lips, "Giant Step" - Taj Mahal, and Mason Jennings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="344" background="http://images.gofish.com/images/blogvid_gray_rrect_top.gif"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="10" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jack Johnson - Upside Down&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blogserv.gofish.com/cnv.asx?gfid=30-1213" height="280" width="344" showcontrols="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gofish.com/v/blogcnvlist" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.gofish.com/images/blogvid_footerimage.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gofish.com/img/cnv-clear.gif" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-114319097637651164?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/114319097637651164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=114319097637651164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/114319097637651164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/114319097637651164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2006/03/whats-on-my-dvd-player.html' title='What&apos;s on My DVD Player:'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-114282934385965078</id><published>2006-03-19T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T20:35:43.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's on my mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/pussycatdolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/320/pussycatdolls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;.hov:hover{background-color:yellow}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="Title" style="FONT: bold 11px verdana"&gt;&lt;a class="hov" style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; WIDTH: 300px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" href="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/p/pussycat_dolls/beep.html" target="_blank"&gt;BEEP (Pussycat Dolls) &lt;p&gt;&lt;embed name="RAOCXplayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/" src="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/p/pussycat_dolls/beep_179266.asx" width="300" height="300" type="application/x-mplayer2" displaysize="0" enablecontextmenu="0" loop="true" showstatusbar="0" showcontrols="1" autostart="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videocodezone.com/"&gt;Video Code provided by VideoCodeZone.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Beep"(feat. Will.I.Am)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ha, ha-ha, ha-haHa, ha-ha, haHa-ha, ha-ha, ha-haHa, ha-ha, ha[Will.I.Am]It's funny how a man only thinks about the...You got a real big heart, but I'm looking at your...You got real big brains, but I'm looking at your...Girl, there ain't no pain in me looking at your...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[PCD]I don't give a...Keep looking at my...'Cause it don't mean a thing if you're looking at my...I'm a do my thing while you're playing with your...Ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every boy's the sameSince I been in the seventh gradeT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey been trying to get with meTrying to (Ha, ha-ha, ha, ha-ha)They always got a planTo be my one and only man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Want to hold me with their handsWant to (Ha, ha-ha, ha, ha-ha)I keep turning them down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, they always come aroundAsking me to go aroundThat's not the way it's going down'Cause they only wantOnly want my ha, ha-haHa, ha-haOnly want what they wantBut, na, ah-ahNa, ah-ah[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will.I.Am]It's funny how a man only thinks about the...You got a real big heart, but I'm looking at your...You got real big brains, but I'm looking at your...Girl, there ain't no pain in me looking at your...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[PCD]I don't give a...Keep looking at my...'Cause it don't mean a thing if you're looking at my...I'm a do my thing while you're playing with your...Ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you know that noDon't mean yes, it means noSo just hold up, wait a minuteLet me put my two cents in itOne, just be patientDon't be rushingLike you're anxiousAnd two, you're just too aggressiveSo try to get your (Ahh)Do you know that I know?And I don't want to go thereOnly wantOnly want my ha, ha-haHa, ha-haOnly want what they wantBut, na, ah-ahNa, ah-ah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Will.I.Am]It's funny how a man only thinks about the...You got a real big heart, but I'm looking at your...You got real big brains, but I'm looking at your...Girl, there ain't no pain in me looking at your...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[PCD]I don't give a...Keep looking at my...'Cause it don't mean a thing if you're looking at my...I'm a do my thing while you're playing with your...Ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha[Will.I.Am]Boomp-boomp, Omp-ompBoomp, boomp-boompBoomp-boomp, Omp-ompBoomp, boomp-boomp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Repeated][&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PCD]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ooh, you've got it bad I can tellYou want it bad, but oh wellDude, what you got for meIs something ISomething I don't needOh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Will.I.Am]It's funny how a man only thinks about the...You got a real big heart, but I'm looking at your...You got real big brains, but I'm looking at your...Girl, there ain't no pain in me looking at your...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[PCD]I don't give a...Keep looking at my...'Cause it don't mean a thing if you're looking at my...I'm a do my thing while you're playing with your...Ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Will.I.Am]It's funny how a man only thinks about the...You got a real big heart, but I'm looking at your...You got real big brains, but I'm looking at your...Girl, there ain't no pain in me looking at your...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[PCD]I don't give a...Keep looking at my...'Cause it don't mean a thing if you're looking at my...I'm a do my thing while you're playing with your...Ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-114282934385965078?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/114282934385965078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=114282934385965078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/114282934385965078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/114282934385965078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2006/03/whats-on-my-mind.html' title='What&apos;s on my mind?'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-114282804430514155</id><published>2006-03-19T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T20:21:39.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ennis Via Brokeback</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/Ennis.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/Ennis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/320/Ennis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;What Brokeback Mountain character are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/users/thedevinemissjackie/profile"&gt;thedevinemissjackie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Ennis! You are hard working, dedicated, and totally in love with a man you can't have. And what's more, you are so gay that it's not even funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The subject of the film is normal and there is nothing controversial about it. When I first heard of Brokeback Mountain through a disclaimer, I was perplexed by how most of the people would address it as a Pink film. Unknowingly, this is just a projection of what is really happening in our society- just like the movies that show a guy falling in love with a girl or the other way around kind of story. I was with a good friend when I watched it alst week and I felt sorry for the characters. The plot is too brave considering that it has figuratively stepped on the American iconic cowboys. I wonder how a patriarchal society like the Philippines would react if one of the heroes just like Rizal, Bonifacio or even military figures will be gay in movies. I like the movie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jury:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film = &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Four Stars and a Half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensemble = &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Five Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-114282804430514155?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/114282804430514155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=114282804430514155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/114282804430514155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/114282804430514155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2006/03/ennis-via-brokeback.html' title='Ennis Via Brokeback'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-114282721951433308</id><published>2006-03-19T19:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T20:09:48.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of Geisha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/sayuri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/320/sayuri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/sayuri.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Who are you from Memoirs of a Geisha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are Sayuri&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You are probably quiet and very observant, but you are clever and have plenty of friends. Your determination is your strongest tool and you will do whatever you can to achieve your destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Take this &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/smeagolbuddy/quizzes/Who+are+you+from+Memoirs+of+a+Geisha%3F+%28girls+only%29" target="quizilla"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com" target="quizilla"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register" target="quizilla"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php" target="quizilla"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/smeagolbuddy/quizzes/" target="quizilla"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=2549437" target="quizilla"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;I watched Memoirs of Geisha two weeks ago. i find it picturesque and interesting. I got the cahnce to read the book when I was still in 2nd year college (way back Piyups!). I didn't like the piece right away cause for no reason I wasn't into oriental culture (blame it to colonial mentality). However, when the trailer of the movie was ubiquitously shown around the globe, I prayed to have money on the day that it will be shown. Thanks to Jenny Wyne, I had experienced the majestic movie that was Memoirs of Geisha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jury:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;For the entire movie = &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Four and A Half Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;For the Cast as an Ensemble = &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Four stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brokeback Mountain up next....&lt;/em&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/14995425-114282721951433308?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/114282721951433308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=114282721951433308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/114282721951433308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/114282721951433308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2006/03/memoirs-of-geisha_19.html' title='Memoirs of Geisha'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-114282690791529191</id><published>2006-03-19T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T19:55:07.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;March is almost over and a lot (I mean super lottah!) of big thing happened this Month of the Roman God for War.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I lost one of my friends during the first week followed by my severely degoratory midterm academic status then there's the pressure of doing good in the finals. Later this afternoon I'll be taking one of my 8 exams for this week. I am not that nervous per say but a little bit annoyed by the fact that I need to master every bit of the pointers my dorky prof had given us last week to perfect the exam and finally get the 40 % that I need to get (to keep the lifeline of my acad status breathing). My last exam will be on Friday, Anthro 31, and again I need to make good to maintain the average rating that I received during the midterms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;         The good poitn about this semester is that I need to be responible with whatever I m juggling with - work or academics or eanything in between. The problem was I got to engrossed with my bar stint to the point of jeopardizing my academics and even my daily radio show. I almost forgot about my goals. Speaking of goals, I have a lot on my list this summer. To start with, I am anticipating for Bora, since it will be (fingers-crossed) my first time to visit that heavenly beach bum haven. I will aslo be dealing with my on the job training for this summer. It would mean sweat and blood for just a square unit of 3. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Boracay, I need to gain extra pounds this summer cause I am scared of the possibility that dogs might run after me one of these days. There is nothing wrong about being skinny actually but I want to look healthy for a change. After all, looking good is as good as being rich and famous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;         I am also back in my early morning show. I love the energy that I gave earlier this morning. Though I wasn't able to stick with the Health and Life format today, I enjoyed every bit of it. Tomorrow will be the trivial edition and i need to do some research to serve my listeners the right amount of brain juices for breakfast on the 21st. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;        Personally, I am a bit disappointed with how this semester had been. It is scary to be so irresponsible while wanting to have more. It won't happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;         Congratulations to Batch 2006, especially to Apol of AB Masscom at NDDC. Kudos to a job well done. You're momma will be sooo proud of ye, while my mom is still praying for my piece of paper that universally normal people refer to as diploma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I need to chill, browse a little then go back to school and take my exam.&lt;br /&gt;Snapping back to reality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;This is Happy Louie, signing off! &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/14995425-114282690791529191?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/114282690791529191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=114282690791529191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/114282690791529191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/114282690791529191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2006/03/mars.html' title='MARS'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-113340964041886676</id><published>2005-11-30T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T20:00:40.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am A Filipino</title><content type='html'>I am among those more of a many that a little number of Filipinos who want to travel the world in search for a greener pasture. I admit to have envied cousins and friends who left for say North America, Canada, Dubai, Hongkong and many others just to gain big bulk of money. I used to have a shallow and weak understanding of what these people craved for why they need to go to foreign lands. I thought of going to the US to have a lifestyle at NY, or visit my cousins at Detroit or be the personal assistant of Britney or Halle. I planned of going to Canada and New Zealand because the sceneries tehre are breathtaking. I wanted to go to Hongkong to shop and to visit Singapore for an MTV stint (damn, quite a dream!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame on me for comparing mys goals with those OFW's who almost month by month jampacks the International Airport just to elave their families behind, suffer from severe homesick and culture nostalgia, and not to mention inevitable chances of having an abusive employer. I realized, that it is ok for me to consider leaving the country for a while, just to get some dough. However, upon reading the article below passed to me by a special someone, I ought to stay and live my entire life with my FILIPINO brothers and sisters. Because despite the chaos goin on in my country, I could never be strong without the constant undismissive support of my people. Nobody could bringdown the Filipinos. NOBODY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read on buddies, and see how a pretending-to-be-educated Mr. Art Bell suffered from severe idiocy. To my filipino fellowmen, BE PROUD, ASTIG TAYO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please take time to read this. masyadong mahangin ang ulo ni Art Bell to conclude and give nasty statements to us Filipinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate Letter Against Filipinos&lt;br /&gt;Please take time to read this, most especially the bottom part, PATRICIA EVANGELISTA's (19 year old Filipina) speech that won in a WORLD competition in London. This is a hate letter coming from a radio talk show host Mr. Art Bell from Nevada . I dont consider myself as patriotic but please read my reply below in BOLD LETTERS and send this to as many of your friends as possible until it reaches him.Subject: HATE LETTERThis is a very disturbing open E-mail letter to all Filipinos around the world; specially here in North America!, from a man who has the power to reach millions of people. (he's a radio talk host) Please read on..............This is an open letter email by Art Bell, a radio talk show host in Nevada(more info in the email itself). Here is yet another person who has taken; advantage of his power and privilege to use hateful words and racial stereotypes that breed further ignorance and intolerance in our society. Art Bell is a talk radio host who has two shows that he broadcasts from his home in Nevada, that is rebroadcast by 400 stations across the country.He's written 2 books. He lived in Okinawa, Japan for some years and had a radio program on the English station here. And, though it's hard to believe after reading the following letter from him, he actually has been to the Philippines (he's traveled fairly extensively around the world). Check out his website listed at the end to get a glimpse at this fool who's spreading this hateful ignorance. And check his wife as well. This letter is so degrading, I think it's really important that everybody read this and not attack him, but respond to him in a civilized manner because otherwise his thoughts will be reaffirmed. Understand that not everyone has a view point like we do, and that this is an opinion of someone who hopefully can be changed only by civil actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;...............................................Filipinos.....*make me puke* (Art Bell)As we've all come to notice, in the past few decades, Filipinos have begun to infest the United States like some sort of disease. Their extensive involvement in the U.S. Armed Forces is proof of the trashy kind of qualities all filipinos tend to exhibit on a regular basis. You can see this clearly by studying the attitudes and cultural Icons of most Filipino Americans.Origins of Pinoys/Pinays: Are they really asian? Well we've come to accept the fact the filipinos come from a part of the world known as South East Asia. But the term "Asia" is used in the wrong way. You may notice that contemporary Filipino Americans try very hard to associate themselves with groups that we know as Asian. I cannot count the number of times I have seen a 'Third World' Filipino try to connect themselves to the chinese or Japanese people. There is no connection and here's why. The Philippines is a Third World country. Nothing respectable has EVER been created by Filipino people during our entire human history. Young filipino men in America have become obsessed with "import racing". They have an enormously perverted affection for Japanese cars. It's a common phenomenon. In their minds, these Filipinos somehow believe that they are asian and that it somehow connects them to Japanese people and japanese cars. They often take credit for the ingenuity of Japanese people and say how it's an "Asian thing". This term..."Asian thing" derived directly from African American slang "black thang". "It's a black thang." "It's an asian thang." You can see the connection. It's even funnier that, in Japan, Filipinos are heavily discriminated against. The only filipinos that can live successfully in Japan are the filipino prostitutes. But that's the case for most Filipino people no matter where they live in the world. Now we've come down to this fact...and it is a fact. Nothing in Filipino Culture can be seen as Asian.They have no architectural, artistic, or cultural influence which is in AN Y way, asian. Thinking of the great countries in Asia such as Japan, Korea, and China there is no way you can possibly connect the Philippine Islands. This assault by filipino americans to connect themselves with the great peoples of North East Asia is foul and disgusting. Try visiting a young filipino's web site too. You'll see something called the "Asian IRC Ring". It has to do with the chatrooms. The most horrible thing about this is that these TRASHY people are trying to associate themselves with Asia again!! People in Asia don't act like this at all. What we are seeing here is the natural Filipino in its element with full access to technology and this is how they act!  You will consis tently see this behavior over and over again. Another interesting thing is that these "thirdworld" people also frequent RC chatrooms such as #chinese #japan and #asian. They must believe that they are somehow related racially or culturally to North Asians. But it's completely WRONG! There might have been some distant contact With China and even less with Japan during World War II, but these people are actually more closely related to african americans and Mexican americans. Do the parents of these young filipinos know what's going on? Would they accept this? I believe that they would and do. This is the natural "Trash" element in filipinos manifesting itself. Nothing good has ever come from Philippines and I don't believe anything good ever will. Recognizing your Roots (A Message to Filipinos) . To all filipino people:&lt;br /&gt;Please recognize your ROOTS! You come from the Third World! You country is a disgusting and filthy place. Most people there live in poverty! Your culture has MUCH MORE SPANISH influence than chinese, and absolutely no JAPANESE influence whatsoever. People in Japan and China, do not act like you. They do not constantly talk about sex and they have a MUCH HIGHER level of RESPECT for each other. There is NO WAY that you can connect yourself to Asia other than location. Your culture and technological advancement does not even come CLOSE to What Chinese, people have done i n the past and what Japanese and Korean people are doing now! Everything you do is distinctly filipino. You cannot take credit for Japanese cars, video games, or Hentai! It's not an "asian thing" it's an "American thing". You have no concept of culture...no concept of asian ideas or asian philosophy! Can you demonstrate how you use Confucianism or Taoism in you everyday life?? You can't. And you will NEVER be able to. I understand that you are trying to create an identity for yourselves as young people... but it is NOT related to Asia. Your Identity is Filipino.&lt;br /&gt;That's all you are. Just Filipino. Think about what that means....------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this funny, he is right in some ways where we, as Filipinos don't actually have an "Identity". I think this is due to the confusion of our mixed races from Hispanic, Chinese, American and Malay origins. I see it in malls, imagine young generations wearing ski caps and ski goggles in a tropical country, baggy low rise pants like that of African Americans living in the Bronx of New York, not to mention endless whitening products being sold at department stores and drug stores. But his ignorance also blinds him from the other truth. That while we may glorify Anime shows and Japanese Internet gaming, he is not aware that a nameless Filipino may be responsible for some technical aspects of some Japanese software. He is not aware of our contribution to the the society in general .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technological advancements that may have aided post war navigations and landing on the moon. That the antibiotic Erythromycin was discovered by Dr. Abelardo Aguilar from Iloilo creating the brand "Ilosone". Thomas Edison may have discovered the electric light bulb and the fluorescent lighting was thought up by Nikola Tesla. But the fluorescent lamp we use today was invented by Agapito Flores (a Cebuano named Benigno Flores of Bantayan Island, according to the Philippine Daily inquirer), a Filipino scientist. Americans helped then-Philippine leader Ramon Magsaysay to develop it for worldwide commerce. That the personal physician of former U.S. Pres . Bill Clinton is Eleanor "Connie" Concepcion Mariano, a Filipina doctor who was the youngest captain in the US Navy.  A Filipino writer Jose Rizal could read and write at age 2, and grew up to speak more than 20 languages, includind Latin, Greek, German, French and Chinese. Or that a Filipino genius was responsible for the near hiatus in the PENTAGON and White House nearly infiltrationg their closely guarded secrets with the "ILOVEYOU" bug. Nuisance maybe, but still one heck of a 'beautiful mind'...not to be underestimated. The list goes on and on, but who cares right? Certainly not Mr. Art Bell...Boy, I'm not surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Art Bell does not know that although we consider ourselves ASIAN because we are strategically located in the Southeast asian region of which our nearest neighbors are Malays, ASIA does not mean only Chinese and Japanese race of people. Then maybe it is his connotation that "Asia" meant only our economically successful, paler brothers and he considers Malays such as Thais, Malaysians, Indonesians, and ourselves as a "Third World" race. Then it is "his" ignonimity that would make a civilized person of whatever race puke. Imagine literally connecting Chinese, Koreans and Japanese to the Philippine Islands which is archipelagos away from the countries he has mentioned. I also wonder where he got the impression that we aspire to be Japanese( ???) Hispanics maybe but not the Japanese. But even Hispanics today do not mind sharing their "surnames" to their Asian brothers who they have colonized for 3 centuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sad reality that although most Filipinos working overseas are domestic helpers and prostitutes, who does he think educates the toddlers of Hong Kong, Singapore, Taiwan and Tokyo? Parents of these countries rarely have time spent with their children, leaving them to their Filipino nannies. And with regard to prostitution. Filipinos are not the only ones working as one. &lt;strong&gt;I HARDLY SEE FILIPINOS STARRING IN PORN MOVIES. THERE MIGHT BE A FEW FILIPINOS WE HAVEN'T SEEN , BUT MOST ARE FROM MR. ART BELL'S RACE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also mentioned that we have no concept of culture..no concept of asian ideas or asian philosophy. How can we demonstrate Confucianism or Taoism in a Christian nation? &lt;strong&gt;IS HE INFORMED THAT THE PHILIPPINES IS THE ONLY PREDOMINANTLY CHRISTIAN/CATHOLIC NATION IN ASIA?! YOU HAVE TO USE COMMON SENSE IN A LOT OF THINGS SOMETIMES&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not need to create an identity for ourselves. We are who we are. Our identity stems from the anonymity we live in this world. How we contribute silently towards the progress of the world and not just one country. Although the Filipino blood may be tainted with malice, corruption, poverty and prostitution, it is not a perfect race... But so are the others. Maybe Mr. Art Bell needs to think about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE MAY NOT BE PERFECT MR. BELL BUT AT LEAST WE STILL HAVE VALUES. FOR ONE THING WE DON'T PUT OUR AGING PARENTS IN NURSING HOMES BECAUSE "THEY'RE SIMPLY OLD AND WORTHLESS". WE DONT HAVE AS MUCH NUMBERS OF SINGLE MOTHERS WHO GET PREGNANT IN THEIR VERY EARLY TEENS AND EVENTUALLY BECOME PARASITES OF THE GOVERNMENT FOR YEARS AND YEARS. YES...WE CAME TO YOUR COUNTRY TO WORK, TO EARN DECENT MONEY (HALF OF WHICH BY THE WAY GOES TO TAXES BECAUSE THERE'S SO MANY SOCIAL PARASITES FROM YOUR RACE).AND BY THE WAY, MOST EDUCATED PEOPLE THAT I WORK WITH DON'T COME FROM YOUR RACE... THEY'RE ACTUALLY IMMIGRANTS TOO. AND THOSE EDUCATED ONES DO NOT ACT LIKE YOU DO, PERHAPS BECAUSE THEY'VE REALLY BEEN WELL EDUCATED..AFTER ALL THAT'S SAID... WHO IS THE IGNORANT ONCE AGAIN?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;==================================================&lt;/strong&gt;Pinay wins it big in LondonBy Alfred YusonThe Philippine Star 05/16/2004Patricia Evangelista, a 19-year- old, Mass Communications sophomore of University of the Philippines (UP)-Diliman, did the country proud Friday night by besting 59 other student contestants from 37 countries in the 2004 International Public Speaking competition conducted by the English Speaking Union (ESU) in London. She triumphed over a field of exactly 60 speakers from all over the English-speaking world, including the United States, United Kingdom and Australia, reported Maranan.The board of judges' decision was unanimous, according to contest chairman Brian Hanharan of the British  broadcasting Corp. (BBC). PATRICIA'S SHORT SPEECH WORTH READING....---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLONDE AND BLUE EYES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, I wanted what many Filipino children all over the country wanted. I wanted to be blond, blue-eyed, and white.I thought -- if I just wished hard enough and was good enough, I'd wake upon Christmas morning with snow outside my window and freckles across my nose! More than four centuries under western domination does that to you. I have sixteen cousins. In a couple of years, there will just be five of us left in the Philippines, the rest will have gone abroad in search of "greener pastures." It's not just an anomaly; it's a trend; the Filipino diaspora. Today, about eight million Filipinos are scattered around the world. There are those who disapprove of Filipinos who choose to leave. I used to. Maybe this is a natural reaction of someone who was left behind, smiling for family pictures that get emptier  with each succeeding year. Desertion, I called it. My country is a land that has perpetually fought for the freedom to be itself. Our heroes offered their lives in the struggle against the Spanish, the Japanese, the Americans. To pack up and deny that identity is tantamount to spitting on that sacrifice. Or is it? I don't think so, not anymore. True, there is no denying this phenomenon, aided by the fact that what was once the other side of the world is now a twelve-hour plane ride away. But this is a borderless world, where no individual can claim to be purely from where he is now. My mother is of Chinese descent, my father is a quarter Spanish, and I call myself a pure Filipino-a hybrid of sorts resulting from a combination of cultures. Each square mile anywhere in the world is made up of people of dif ferent ethnicities, with national identities and individual personalities. because of this, each square mile is already a microcosm of the world. In as much as this blessed spot that is England is the world, so is my neighborhood back home. Seen this way, the Filipino Diaspora, or any sort of dispersal of populations, is not as ominous as so many claim. It must be understood. I come from a Third World country, one that is still trying mightily to get back on its feet after many years of dictatorship. But we shall make it, given more time. Especially now, when we have thousands of eager young minds who graduate from college every year. They have skills. They need jobs. We cannot absorb them all. A borderless world presents a bigger opportunity, yet one that is not so much abandonment but an extension of identity . Even as we take, we give back. We are the 40,000 skilled nurses who support the UK's National Health Service. We are the quarter-of-a-million seafarers manning most of the world's commercial ships. We are your software engineers in Ireland, your construction workers in the Middle East, your doctors and caregivers in North America, and, your musical artists in London's West End. Nationalism isn't bound by time or place. People from other nations migrate to create new nations, yet still remain essentially who they are. British society is itself an example of a multi-cultural nation, a melting pot of races, religions, arts and cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are, indeed, in a borderless world! Leaving sometimes isn't a matter of choice. It's coming back that is. The Hobbits of the shire travelled all over Middle-Earth, but the y chose to come home, richer in every sense of the word. We call people like these balikbayans or the 'returnees' -- those who followed their dream, yet choose to return and share their mature talents and good fortune. In a few years, I may take advantage of whatever opportunities come my way. But I will come home. A borderless world doesn't preclude the idea of a home. I'm a Filipino, and I'll always be one. It isn't about just geography; it isn't about boundaries. It's about giving back to the country that shaped me. And that's going to be more important to me than seeing snow outside my windows on a bright Christmas morning.Mabuhay and Thank you.So, be proud, you are a Filipino,...and not like Mr. Art Bell. Please do send this to as many person as you can until it reaches him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;    Richard C. Navarro&lt;br /&gt;          AMD1 - Creditcard Group&lt;br /&gt;        MBTC Technology, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;          14F PSBank Center, 777 Paseo de Roxas,&lt;br /&gt;          Makati City, Metro Manila&lt;br /&gt;          ( (02) 811-48-55 local 2043&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-113340964041886676?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/113340964041886676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=113340964041886676' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/113340964041886676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/113340964041886676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-filipino.html' title='I am A Filipino'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-113193357455229266</id><published>2005-11-13T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T17:59:34.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Adlib</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hey! tomorrow will be the start of second semester for this school year. Another 5 months of delinquent and nerve-wrecking kiss and make-ups with different individuals at school. back to the basics, i need to boot out half of my knowledge to add up to the things that my college is issuing me day by day. Honestly speaking, I learn more from the petty "Beverly-Hill-ish" I go through daily with friends and a bunch of angst-propelled proprietor of the Anti-Louie clan (Geez! am scared!). Am I allowed to laugh at them this semester or it is still forbidden?&lt;br /&gt;Two incidents happened to me last semester and few days ago. First on the list is how plots were created just to measure how far id go for loving someone and eventually trying to pull me down by consequential intraschool destructive may hems. You know?! Those scenes that you could see from Hollywood teen flicks herein bunch of fags or dirty bitches try to prove their insecure of you by forming allies with say a teacher or so. I was meek with this matter and did my best to get hat I deserve not minding the fact that somebody might distort each effort and turn it into a perfect failure. My beautiful Mum told me that whenever someone tries to kick you out of your throne, let them try. Just continue enhancing yourself and never mind their losing endings. As my Grand-daddy (Rest in Peace, my old), good begets good and bad begets bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My parents never missed their point, I ended being a Dean's Lister last semester, had a better compensation for my job as a DJ, on a new love life and have proven that you could never put a good soldier down by oddly masterminding a prank. Kudos for the effort of those who didn't like me...bweheheheh&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is when my uncle died of brain cancer five days ago. His sons and daughter was never there for him. His cousins including my Mum, took care of his comfort for his last. His children visited him a day after he died. It made me love my parents more and encouraged me to be in-charged of maintaining our family's bliss. Moreover, his death sure made it clear that life is too short and that we should make the best out of it. I will make the best out of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today, I'll be fixing my things for tomorrow's class and researching facts for my show at 6-9 AM. I'd be praying hard for my family's security and my good future. I'll give 'em a blast this semester&lt;/span&gt;... Ciao for now hommies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-113193357455229266?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/113193357455229266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=113193357455229266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/113193357455229266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/113193357455229266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2005/11/lifes-adlib.html' title='Life&apos;s Adlib'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-113007530674318122</id><published>2005-10-23T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T06:48:26.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mere Observation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;hey another weekend is about to end tonight. What happened to me for the past two days? Not much actually but, worth to be spread around. I just watched Land of the Dead with some friends... The incident was so cool since we were laughing pre and post-movie watching. Thanks to wisely conceptualized single-phrased jokes mixed with mockery, bitchiness and effortlessly witty statements that we gathered along the way. There were four of us, Marky, another Mark and Dessa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;Let me start with Marky. Er, he's from another University,stands out because of his expressionist point of views (apaprently shown by the way he carries conversations, the clothes he wear, the pierced tits, etc.) and uhm, not so recently, the copper blonde hair he wears. I met him through some of school friends. Yeah, friendship depends on networking sometimes. You get to go out with some people, they introduce you to their friends, you talk for a while, bond a little, then starts going out and the cycle would go on. He was quite a snob when I met him few months before. Was I intimidated by teh hair or the oozing personality he got? Not at all. I just tried to avoid justifying the usual Oxford term affixed to my name - certified flirt. Along the way, we became cool with the idea of being friends and without knowing it, we were seatmates watching the uber-corny sequel to The Dawn of the Dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;Then there's the other Mark. Everybody knows the dance icon himself, Mark dela Cruz. What makes him extarordinary is his being nice to people but definitely knows when to strike when and if some bunch of brats would try to drag him down. He's quite a fighter, the typical I've been through things and I'm stronger now so to hell with all of you-kind of a guy. He's got one of the warmest personalities ever tailored for men not to mention his talents in many disciplines. By the way, his hair strikes right now is dark magenta.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to the only rose with us a while ago (uhm, actually they're beside me), Dessa. What's with a name taht whenever you pronounce it, some sexiness would smoke out? She personifies the gift that not all ladies possess - talking about the hips and the butt. Yeah, she's a hottie, that's a statement. Funny is, she could laugh the entire day and would thank you for making her laugh... uhm, sweet... (no sarcasm included).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;Going back to my weekend. AS usual did some bar hosting with my wacky endemic antics and DJ Ice's music. Congratulations to Samantha who won the bootycall and apparently jokes out to that gurl who stripped her pants revealing her ass trying to walk away with 2000 bucks. How noble the effort is... It's fun to eb a DJ, you get paid after three hours of exhausting hauling, you get to dance a little, drink some, sleep in a cozy suite,have some room service for chow time, and not to mention witness bloody aftermath of a hot party. Yeah, I witnessed a bloody stabbing last night while waiting for DJ Ice smoothly finished the party. Whoah! It was awesome to see janitors try to clean the mess, giving their best to re-polish the floor after liters of blood gave it a different glow. Hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;Before I went to bed yesternight, I thought of what could be the best thing to do with my money. Movies of course came up but my menu was topped with the desire to give some ample sum to my siblings. Heheheheh yeah am a sweet kuya. Waking up at 9 AM I left the hotel with my bedroom hair and took a ride to ma home sweet home. I slept the entire day and then decided to go malling upon waking up. Then those three ghostbusters came out of nowhere. We roam around, observed people, tried very hard not to comment on thigns, then decided to watch a movie after dining at that store they call Chowking. Then here I am, not sure of whther i'd sleep at my girl friend's pad or go home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;I still have a show tomorrow, and it would mean another day to enjoy with optimism. Another day to fill with smiles...geezzz...&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/14995425-113007530674318122?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/113007530674318122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=113007530674318122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/113007530674318122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/113007530674318122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2005/10/mere-observation.html' title='Mere Observation'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-112858736771081937</id><published>2005-10-06T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T01:29:27.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For An Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Click Five, The - Just The Girl --&gt;&lt;div id="vpdiv"&gt;&lt;a href="'http://www.freevideocodes.com/'"&gt;&lt;embed name="'RAOCXplayer'" src="'http://www.freevideocodes.com/vids/theclickfive-justthegirl.asx'" type="'application/x-mplayer2'" width="'300'" height="'300'" showcontrols="'1'" showstatusbar="'0'" loop="'true'" enablecontextmenu="'0'" displaysize="'0'" pluginspage="'http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Music Video Codes&lt;/a&gt; by FreeVideoCodes.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-112858736771081937?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/112858736771081937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=112858736771081937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112858736771081937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112858736771081937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2005/10/for-angel_06.html' title='For An Angel'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-112858659383824886</id><published>2005-10-06T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T01:16:33.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Approaching Closure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;' had my last production yesterday. The road towards the last tv production as my major this semester wasn't that easy. I need not to elaborate it here since am so over it. At least the semsester is almost done. Meaning it's another chance to rejuvinate and personally, to ponder on what went wrong this semester. From there I may or may not learn from it. I'll try to change whatever loops i've intertwined this semester due to personal dilemmas. Dilemma by the way was so overused this semester. Fate is too damn good in slapping my face with inevitable truths of the so called life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;This morning a friend joined my radio program. I chose her message to be the best message of the day. She might have sensed the physical and emotional stress am going through (was vocal about it on air to start with). She shared that the she's going through some freaky pain-reliever-resistant crap but chose to be happy since feeling sorry and living in vain ould only worsen the situation. According to her, life is a daily maze that we need to pursue and that each day emans hope thus another maze to go through. I was relieved by the message. To you B.... Meden, big big kudos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Now if you could have read the article prior to this one, you know by now that am believing that I am falling for an angel. At this point I would say yes but am beginning to dislike the winged-creature. When I begin to put malice on certain gestures I tend to protect myself by showing anger... I guess this rechanelling technique would not do me any good. The angel is nice so I  guess I should reciprocate it just as it is. No more giggling and blabber anecdotes about how the angel could make me feel ok through shallow things such as thinking about the angel so on and so forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;It's getting cold in here. I woudl say that my 20 bucks was sufficiently satisfied. I'm heading home, to make some scripts and study some pertinent notes for my exam next week. If you've reached this far in my article, I would like to give you a prize.... read further...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;GOD BLESS!&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/14995425-112858659383824886?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/112858659383824886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=112858659383824886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112858659383824886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112858659383824886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2005/10/approaching-closure.html' title='Approaching Closure'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-112815007982774393</id><published>2005-09-30T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T00:06:33.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling for an Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; am in the middle of picking up the crystal pieces of my broken heart. Honestly, I could still feel the dagger of fate that hit it a few months back. You see, every bit of my torn soul was scattered to different directions. Everywhere I look at, I could see part of my personality running away from me, mocking me with every teardrop that I shed from listening to my heart. I've been terribly depending on my heart to survive. Love is a vanity that could make or break me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.. I am staring at a hazy nowhere right now. I could not fathom what I see over the horizon. It came to the point that I don't want to breathe for it would mean another day of redirecting myself towards the place they say is better than today but which I consider frozen because my love isn't there. The darkness in the future gets through my skin and the greatest flame of agony it comes along with surpasses that of losing a bride on a wedding day or stepping on a nail pointing towards the other side of your feet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..While I am lost in the woods of uncertainty, I saw bright lights of neon colors approaching towards me. I could not identify it not even describe the bliss it caused me even if we're meters away from each other. Time stopped as it came closer and closer. As it pass nearly beside me, I noticed its wings of ocean blue mixed with the sky's fiery orange. The thing looks like human but is more subtle in movement, as if it was floating in the air. I looked into its eyes, and I saw complete freedom, happiness - I felt heaven for the first time. It was an angel.&lt;br /&gt;...Since then , I kept on thinking about the angel. I could feel the smooth flap that its wings could create while passing by me. I could still smell the immortality of its body. The angels stare still gives me the one of a kind shiver that could match wordly and heavenly satisfaction. I still have the angel's curse with me. They say that whenever the angel passes by, human's would look at it with awe and would think of it from then on. I am under the angel's spell. I should not resist it instead I should enjoy this while it lasts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...I went back to the woods to pick berries with my brother. I swa the angel pass by again. I was scared to reach the point of grabbing its wings so I pretended I didn't feel the same bliss of the first time I saw it. After seconds, I could not feel its wings brushing at my back, so I looked at the west side of the woods....There it was, praying for something I do not know. I closed my eyes and focused my attention at the other side of the calm kingdom of trees. As I opened my eyes, the angel with its wings at its might passed by the peripheral of my sight... I almost cried for I was doubtful that teh angel might have noticed me staring at it...or could the angel read what I could think? I sobbed and ran away, leaving my brother behind. I was running, feeling the wind gently slapping my face and stripping me of sanity. I was trying to ran away from the angel. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...my crystal heart is not complete yet, I am picking most of its big parts still. I am scared to face the angel with my heart unproperly fixed, with other parts hanging for its root isn't yet found. Why would I care if Is till don't have my heart fixed? Why would I think of the angel's sake?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I went back to the woods, to face my fear. I should be strong enough to face the angel, moreover say to it how it scares me whenever it spreads its wings beautifulyl and touches mys soul with its cold look and warm smile. Halfway to the forest, Is aw the other pieces of my heart. I immediately dropped into my knees and picked the parts taht I've been looking for. My heart is close to being comletely fixed. A tear ran from my eyes and easily bounced to the ground. Suddenly, I felt a soft texture of familiar aftermath. It was a feather of ocean blue lying beside the piece of my heart that I just picked up. It became clear to me from then on... Could the angel surveyed teh woods because it was trying to find the pieces of my broken heart? 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You are a very gentle warm person and responsive to 'All things bright and beautiful'. This personifies a caring person, a person who 'needs' and indeed 'needs to be needed'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are trying to improve your position and prestige - be it in your life or in your workplace. Things are, at this time, OK - but they could be better. You feel that it is essential that you break down any opposition that could possibly lurk in the shadows. You know that you are quite capable of achieving this set goal because you have to and because it is essential to your self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation at this time is one of considerable distress. You feel trapped and you are looking for some way out. You can find solace in the arms of someone who cares so long as there is no long-term emotional involvement.&lt;br /&gt;It is said that we are all influenced by our environment and indeed you are no exception. It would seem at this time that even though you may be surrounded by people, you are experiencing an inner loneliness. Fortunately you are sufficiently strong minded to realise that life has a great deal to offer you and that you may miss your share of experiences if you fail to make the best use of every opportunity. You therefore pursue your objectives with a fierce intensity and are prepared to commit yourself deeply and readily. You believe that whatever you would like to do or think 'you can do' - you do! It is because of this attitude that you may be considered by others as arrogant and even conceited, but its fair to say that whatever it is that you really want out of life you will put your heart and soul into it and will not take 'NO' for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have so many ideas that you would like to revitalize but you need to realize a stable and peaceful condition to do so. Once you can free yourself from all the aggravation and tension around you, you will make strides that may amaze you. You will not be prevented from achieving all the things you so desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-112744181895916831?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/112744181895916831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=112744181895916831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112744181895916831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112744181895916831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2005/09/base-on-colors.html' title='bASE ON cOLORS'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-112744166851388682</id><published>2005-09-22T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T19:14:28.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am sAM</title><content type='html'>heya! The next big thing taht my classmates and friends crave for is PBB's Sam. Here's a sumptuous info taken from its official website. Enjoy friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...:::FASTFACTS:::...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nickname:&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Name:&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sam Lloyd Milby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Birth Date:&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;May 23, 1984&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Birth Place&lt;/strong&gt;:   &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Troy, Ohio, USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hobbies:&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Motocross, Hockey, figureskating, Tennis, Golf, Playing Guitar, Singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Motto in life:&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Work like you don’t need the money, dance like nobody is watching and live like you’ve never been hurt&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Greatest fear:&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Getting my heart broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Love is&lt;/strong&gt;...:   &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Destiny  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;...:::FAVORITES:::...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TV show&lt;/strong&gt;:   &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dave Chapelle Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Local/foreign actor&lt;/strong&gt;:   &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Edward Norton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Local/foreign actress&lt;/strong&gt;:   &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Charlize Theron, Eliza Dushku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Movie:&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Braveheart, Interview with a Vampire, Fight Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Musician:&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt; Incubus&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Song: &lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Behind these Hazel Eyes – Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Food:&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Steak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Cartoon character&lt;/strong&gt;:   &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The baby on the family guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...:::PHOTOS:::....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SOOOOOOONNNNNNN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-112744166851388682?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/112744166851388682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=112744166851388682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112744166851388682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112744166851388682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-sam.html' title='i am sAM'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-112693325816548914</id><published>2005-09-16T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T22:00:58.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyatch Underneath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/default_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/320/default_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It's another uneasy day. I had to shoot for some parts of my group's documentary and edit it afterwards. T'was fun though, luckily we finished it by 11:30 and then there it is..Itlog ng Pinoy, fully-furnished. If you'd ask me if I am proud of it I'd childlikely say yes. Could you have asked me the same question two weeks ago, my answer would be a big blast of No on your face. Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;I went to the kiosk and saw my friends there along with not so nasty people (mild lang naman). We had fun sharing jokes until somebody shared about how nasty the other girl was. Uhm, taht girl seemed guilty wanted to go to us and maybe confront my other friend. How queer?! She kept on saying the legendary P*** and the likes upon commanding that nobody should step on his dignity?. Ah, dignity and p*** doesn't go together. Earth to you!&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't have any right to be offended since in the first place she's nasty. I wont go into details cuz it's not my war. The thing is, people are naturally abrasive yet so sensitive when it's their turn to feel the same unsolicited crap.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, moving to the happier side of the day, am done with the dokyu and will be heading home after browsing some sites. Am in blue ryt now so I am happy...hehehhe..logic please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-112693325816548914?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/112693325816548914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=112693325816548914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112693325816548914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112693325816548914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2005/09/beyatch-underneath.html' title='Beyatch Underneath'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-112475939458849790</id><published>2005-08-22T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T18:10:38.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to my Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I am mad, madly in love for that matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I had no concrete idea of how deep until i lost that special baby of my life. See, i've been crying for the past three days trying to chew the fact that my baby is with somebody else. You myt shrugged it off like an old cheap plot but the pain is beyond human logic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;waking up alte at nigh just to cry is not a good habit at all. it sucks and it makes me go crazy... why do i need to love and questions of this kind would suddenly puff out of my mind... is this hell? damn, it's too painful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;these are the things that i've learned from my misery; some sort of advice to hopeless romantics out there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;1.) Never play with chances. Setting probationary periods for your loveys to change might keep them away from you. chances are, you end up nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;2.) Ensure communication and don't let it clogged with speculations because you might regret not being able to ask or know anything and worse, lose them forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;3.) Never say bad things against your baby even if you are hell-mad. It might make him hate you even more. Always remember how much you love him and let the angst flow through tears. You could even indulge in some social activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;4.) As long as you can, set aside pride and show your baby how much love you've got. If it's way beyond galaxy, express it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;5.) Love still even if it will not be reciprocated but do not hope for mysteries. It's good to love unconditionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;6.) Don't be a denial queen. If you love the person, be it, flaunt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;7.) Think of what could make your baby happy. If it's with somebody else, be supportive. (Go to the nearest sulok and cry, then breathe and smile, move on).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;8.) Do not say you've moved on if you still crave for your baby., that's stupid enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;9.) Don't be scared to cry in front of your baby and tell your side. If he/she wont accept it, ok lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;10.) Love yourself, so that by the time you've learned to move on, you are worthy of who's next in line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;....to my baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;if by chance you have read this and you still love me, please come back. I'll be waiting until am gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;if you do not wish to go back, let me love you from afar. Loving you is my sole bliss. Please don't beg me to stop loving you for it would mean death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;....Luke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-112475939458849790?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/112475939458849790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=112475939458849790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112475939458849790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112475939458849790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2005/08/ode-to-my-baby.html' title='Ode to my Baby'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-112435386697785343</id><published>2005-08-18T01:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T10:52:10.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPECIES BACKGROUND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/pwAngkh(316)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/320/pwAngkh%28316%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Mah ABC's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;A age : 20 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;B band listening to right now : hale &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;C career : net surfer, disc jock, ardent music listener &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;D drink or smoke : neither.(Pinochio) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;E easiest person/s to talk to : my baby,best, besh, fermo, thom, gaygayru, mc pipz, BIOS &amp; ANSHS Pioneers..hihihihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;F favorite song/s at d moment: bad day by Daniel Powter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;G gummy bears or gummy worm : wiggles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;H have you ever had a girlfriend? : yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;I in-love : a-huh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;J junk food you like : kinda picky.. the moment decides for it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;K kids : future family status average: 2 kids rich: 4 kids filthy rich: 4 kids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;L longest ride ever : gensan to baguio, damn! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;M my favorite sports: english ispeking, dancing to death, volley-bull &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;N name : Luke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;O one wish u have : my baby would come back and live the future with me,better Philippines, abolishment of the coinage 3rd world &amp;amp; gud fame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;P phobias : losing someone important to me, accidents, unable to reach my dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;Q favorite quote : i am randy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;R reason to smile: joseph pason, friends, fresh air, britney, modelling, dreams, loved ones. my ex, ms julyha suib &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;S sleeping hours : 11 pm to 5 am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;T time you woke up : 5:30am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;U unknown fact about u: flamboyant inside but tragically simple outside; sleeps nude.hihi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;V vegetable/fruit you hate : sayote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;W) worst habit : impulsiveness, seasonal pessimism and doubts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;X x-rays you've had : soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;Y yummy food/s : somebody..heheheh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;Z zodiac sign : pisces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-112435386697785343?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/112435386697785343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=112435386697785343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112435386697785343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112435386697785343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2005/08/species-background_18.html' title='SPECIES BACKGROUND'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-112435026319640604</id><published>2005-08-17T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T00:31:03.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DANCE MY WAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of Cheerdance and School Politics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There is this rumor goin on that my Division wont have a representative for the upcoming Intrams 2005 of the Dame down South. The idea leads me way back to UP's gallery of Intramurals mischief. You see, i've been into two different institutions with apparently varied background (refrain from comparisons pls), etc. My only bonus is meeting new individuals great and not so great in my quest for attaining something which is until now, I still don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE BASICS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I took Biology in the dungeon of Philippine smarts and free. It was actually painful for some reasons that i've reconciled with after deciding to let go of my UP diploma and move to determining what really is good for me. After 4 years of triumph and constant tres or singko, i left Tugbok for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I brought with me stupendous amount of memoirs from the realms of his highness Oble. The school thought me a lot of things, it trained me well i think on how to handle pressure, school politics and virtues such as persistence, positivism and humility (ahem!). I stepped inside the walals of my new institution with nobody to hang out with and nothin but my beautiful brain fused with wacky ideas to boot. I said to myself - after all i moved out of UP not to befriend a population of total strangers but to as much as possible get a diploma in Mass Communication in the cheapest yet guaranteed way that I can, to moved out of Phil and be with my then special someone who moved to Bronx. I was driven by the angst for success. It was like a resurrection of forgotten dreams, ashes to phoenix of artistry that i gave up four 6 years ago when i decided to focus on what people want me to be. I treated the new school as a battleground, never minding the fact that it is way different from my previous Piyups in terms of almost every aspect (no comaparisons, dude!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fortunate enough, the essence of the maxim "No man is Palawan.. or island.. or whatever".. transcended and helped me cultivate (how RAy Short the term is!) friendships with various individuals. UP Mindanao was just starting when I entered it, the population was limited to less than 500 or so. Here in the Dame down South, it was just the number of students who would hang out at SC for half a day. Different people means different experiences to offer, different topics to share and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;Then I began missing my friends from my second home. The things that i used to there served as ghosts that gives me nausea every now and then. I would scan some photos and old letters or even old class cards, and once again I wanted to go back.. I left one piece of jem in there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the Dancing shoes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I miss going to the dance studio after my 6 hours laboratory to teach dances, new routines from both movies and imagination, witnessing the warmth of dance rookies craving for new steps. I miss preparing for a show - from the conceptualization to the rehearsals to painful criticisms and to the success of the show. i miss watching Chicago or Center Satge even Bring it on to be inspired. I miss old friends that I met due to common excitement that we feel when performing. I miss Dancing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-112435026319640604?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/112435026319640604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=112435026319640604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112435026319640604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112435026319640604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2005/08/dance-my-way.html' title='DANCE MY WAY'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-112382685249054495</id><published>2005-08-11T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T23:07:32.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SKELETONS FROM A GANGSTER"S CLOSET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/5789778234758s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/320/5789778234758s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;__________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphoto.php?p=e&amp;pid=57897782&amp;amp;uid=3960062"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=11025204"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;KriZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;localDatewithTimezone("May 10, 2005 09:43 PM","time2tag6");&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, May 10, 2005:&lt;br /&gt;"dj plz play the song Sunshine by Twista..i wnt 2 ddc8 that song 2 my one and only...plzzzz...tnx..."yan ang kdlsang nri2ng ng taong i2....ha10000!!!!!! HAPPY LOUIE...mbait,matalino at lht2 na....actaully d kmi clse ni2 dti....but nong nrng k xa mg.dj sa kller bee wow glng nya tlga...specially in spking englsh...matalino lng tlga xa...d kmi clse ng taong i2 dti...hnd ngpa2ncnan...wla tlga....pro nong ngmeet n kmi....iba pla tlga xa...ang bait2 nya...at s d k inaakala friend dn pla xa ng broyher at sister k....wat a small world bd?!!!!..bsta mabait 2 xa...tune in lng k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=16960551"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff99;"&gt;carlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;localDatewithTimezone("Apr 21, 2005 08:54 AM","time2tag10");&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, April 21, 2005:&lt;br /&gt;if i am to spell him, it would be S U B S T A N C Eyah, he's a man of substance...he's the person i feel less inteligent when im with.......!!!!! from him ive learned a lot!!!!! who would ever thought that we'll be friends..... i should say MAYABANG xa, AROGANTE, PILoSOPO and i know naiinis xa while reading my testimonial...... pero i like him...A LOT!!!!!!!!!! kasi despite all those ive mentioned above.......he's sensible!!!and most of all (nililibre nya ko) hehehehe......atik lanG!!!!!!!!miss ko na nga xa eh, ive never seen him for like 2 or 3 weeks. no matter what JERI JOMSOM SAY, happy louie is the best DJ for me...happy ako for him in fact, ive supported him for all his sinister deeds(oops!)hehehe...... i love his antics but beware! malupit xa!!! i should know...kasi, meron xang ika hahangin.sana ako rin....hindi, sa totoo lang, mahal ko yan kahit alam kong papatayin nya ko pag nabasa nya tong testi koyo lgi s kller bee....every mrning mn ata ang schedule nya...he7.....ng.pluge ba!!!!pano friend till here....inagt alws...keep up the gud work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=10899877"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;wahoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;localDatewithTimezone("Oct 17, 2004 10:41 PM","time2tag8");&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, October 17, 2004:&lt;br /&gt;akong manghod nga gangster!!!hehehe smart, intelligent and ummm, wla na!hehehe But seriously, this guy is 1 heck of a talent, geez! bitaw lam nyo bang kaya nyang balatan yung buko using only his mouth, without using his hands ha!!!hehehe stay cool manghod!!!KALIMO KO SAKA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=2351620"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;localDatewithTimezone("Sep 09, 2004 11:51 AM","time2tag3");&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, September 09, 2004:&lt;br /&gt;Di ako nakatulog kagabi dahil naalala kotong aking mahal na kinakapatid. DTR(why the hell do I feel that I'm theonly one calling you that???) wows mewith his impressive skills in PublicRelations and Theatre. Truly aPerformer. Idol...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=10379784"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;shierra mae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;localDatewithTimezone("Aug 31, 2004 11:53 PM","time2tag4");&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, August 31, 2004:&lt;br /&gt;si louie? duh!!!! i luv this guy!!!hehehe... he"s super cool pero may pagka-BRATINELLA!!!....har har har.....seriously,i admire this guy's level of intelligence(uy!!! AI itoh!!) witty, fun to be with,gregarious,frank(mnsan its too much,hehehe)ah bsta, nka2windang ksama....we get along well coz i guess we're on the same cosmic plane...hehehe!!!actually, pareho lang kaming PASAWAY!!! bsta,gud luck, tkecre and luv u PARE!!! tnx a lot for accepting me w/ such warmth....(sniff sniff) jst continue aspiring for your dreams and im jst hir ok!!! tnx for easing up my loneliness kapag msydo ko n nmimiss ang P.U.P. uv got such a flair for words pare!!!l ah bsta,c LOUIE? luv ko yan.....pre,dami mo na utang skin ha,iv showeredu with a gazilon praises na, u should treat me out and that's mandatory!!!!ciao!!POSTSCRIPT: WITHIN THIS WEEK BA, I'LL RECEIVE YOUR TESTI NA?har har har har!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=10228326"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Francis George&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;localDatewithTimezone("Aug 22, 2004 09:07 AM","time2tag5");&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, August 22, 2004:&lt;br /&gt;ang head choreographer namin sa bayla...magaling talaga i2ng sumayaw... pwede naactually siyang magshow nang mag-isakasi he can dance almost anythingregardless kung pambabae man o panlalakina sayaw... parang alang buto.... ewanko nga kung may buto b talaga i2ng taoi2.parang ipinanganak na ata cyangparang jellyfish ng nanay nya...passionate din i2 na tao...pag mayginus2 i2, he wil realy do his best toget it and perfect it. gaya na lang nung1st concert namin sa sm davao,nag-overnyt tlaga kami nun at siyatalaga ay nd na na2log just 2 perfecthis dance... tama lang talaga na siyaang maging hari ng dancefloor ngupmin... PERO, OOPS! umalis na pla i2 saup min, kaya nd na siya ang hari d2..pinalitan ko na siya... hehehe.. jokelang luk =)! ala talagang makakapalitd2. institusyon na i2. kung pwde langbuhatan k namu ug statue diri.. kanangtiil lang tanan ang statue taposnakabutang na in memory of luke..hahaha.. murag patay na! =) hope 2 workwid u again! ciao! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=5587212"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Theresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;localDatewithTimezone("May 24, 2004 09:02 AM","time2tag1");&lt;br /&gt;Monday, May 24, 2004:&lt;br /&gt;12:02 am==&gt; c kuya luke?wat can i say bout this wonderful person..wel,d first thing na mapunta sa mind ko is his talent..super duper kagaling sumayaw..it sims na ala ng buto..wen he is in the move na..grabe parang snake na nagkaroon ng paa at kamay.. hanep..he is also a jolly person... hehe..ung nagpapatawa at nagjojoke.. mahilig din cya magkwento about everything especially bout ppl's lives..hehe..he is a totoong tao.. no pretentions..at prangka din..if he doesnt like sumthing bout u..sasabihin nya tlga sau..kc he knows naman kung ano ang better..pwede rin cyang artist..ofcurs..maaasahan na friend.. magaling din gumawa ng essays..or lets say a composition tlga..he bilivs din kung ano ang meron sa friends nya at he encourage them na ipakita un at watever ang mali mo,he will help u na mabago un..he is a one of a kind friend.. kakaiba..il never forget him..as in ever..luv u kuya luke..watever hapens..im just hir. -mtvt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="friend" href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=5506632"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=5506632"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fatima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;localDatewithTimezone("May 02, 2004 08:33 AM","time2tag2");&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, May 02, 2004:&lt;br /&gt;nhur...luke. e naku, ngayon naman eiane (at sa nAkAkAhIlOnG letra pa). ano ba talaga ang gusto mong itawag namin sa yo? Nakilala ko sya dahil kay Greta. Yup, magaling cya sumayaw. Talented jud. :) Anyway, wala na ako masyadong balita sa yo when I left for UPLB. Kabalo na jud ko nganong daghan kaayo ang imohang testimonials...oi, testi ko rin ha.Good luck sa career. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="friend" href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=5067074"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=5067074"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kristine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;localDatewithTimezone("May 02, 2004 02:05 AM","time2tag3");&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, May 02, 2004:&lt;br /&gt;eto po nanaman ako, magbibigay ng papuri sa bestfriend ko. hay... well, medyo nakakaupset hindi lang kay lukei but also for me na hindi pa kami nagkikita muli. I thot this year na ang madrama naming pagkikita after 3 years. It's not yet the right time pa siguro best, mag-ipon ka pa ng maraming LUHA para sa pagkikita natin. hehe... si lukei, sige na nga po, mahilig sa girls (knock on wood), gwapito, matalino, macho, sweet, gentleman, matangkad, moreno, crush ng bayan!!! cross your fingers friends!!! hehe... o, grabe na ang papuring ito ha? purihin mo din ako best.. :D vye!!! mis yah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=6143605"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;jEnNiFeR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;localDatewithTimezone("May 01, 2004 02:57 AM","time2tag5");&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, May 01, 2004:&lt;br /&gt;lady killer tong guy na to. girls go crazy by da way he dances (da move!) hehe..plus his killer smile! idol ko to wen it cums to writing, drawing and sktching..i wonder y he took up bio, dpat fine arts eh!:) sya c charlie and we r his angels(me,pak,tin&amp;tay) nge! apat man pla noh! watever! ei u, no more insecurities ha,sasapakin tlga kta! joke lng. bsta kip in touch ha..mis ur compny na..TC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="small" href="http://www.friendster.com/testimonials.php?action=delete&amp;amp;tid=41014924"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Delete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="friend" href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=6005772"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=6005772"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gladys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;localDatewithTimezone("Apr 21, 2004 10:40 PM","time2tag6");&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, April 21, 2004:&lt;br /&gt;i find luke very funny, i really dont know him that much except the things i hear abt him from my sister....anyway i think he is nice and yet i wonder y he seems scared or uncomfortable when we ran into each other in the canteen, at the KFC, practically everywhere.....especially during their freshmen days hehehe.....well i cud see that he is very much talented and of course very much "pasensyoso" knowing my sister im sure he very much is....... hehehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="friend" href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=4831146"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=4831146"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;meekay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;localDatewithTimezone("Apr 17, 2004 11:19 PM","time2tag7");&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, April 17, 2004:&lt;br /&gt;Wat can I say about kuya luke? Hmm.. wel.. he’s definitely a good dancer… parang walang buto.. it shows dat he really loves dancing. c kya luke, ang bait2x sa akin.. ewan kung bakit.. basta im thankful na he believes in me.. kya nga im trying my best not to disappoint him.. lalo na sa bayla.. kaso.. tsktsk.. oh well.. bawi na lang po ako. masarap din tong kasama.. kalog.. im thankful din na he’s always there for me.. sya ang takbuhan ko pag may problem ako sa skul eh…lam mo naman…. Diba kuya luke? Sana di ka po magbago.. and sana……. Maging comm. arts s2dnt ka na…… yippee… heheÜ ingatz lagi kuya luke.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="small" href="http://www.friendster.com/testimonials.php?action=delete&amp;tid=36829330"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Delete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="friend" href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3804112"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3804112"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;Laurie-I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;localDatewithTimezone("Mar 31, 2004 08:24 AM","time2tag8");&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, March 31, 2004:&lt;br /&gt;"he's a good dancer..." this was what someone had bluntly said at our PI class in upmin. i was still a newbie at that school and hearing these words aroused a feeling in me that i have to befriend this guy, whoever he is, because i love to have friends who really can revive my interest in dancing. more so, luke and i eventually became friends but dancing was not a part of it. hehe. at first look, he's very intimdating!!!!! gosh, he can kick you off right where you are just with a scary stare!!!! i even asked few people i know there if luke was really suplado and antipako, and like all of them were saying that he's not. so front mo lang yun? hehe. luke was indeed very nice. he's one of the few people i cherish in upmin at the short span of time that i studied there. we had bonding moments as well that really made me realize that there are still people who are damn extremely interesting!!! thanks luke for everything , especially for sharing with me a part of your personal life. hehe. see you soon!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="friend" href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3646828"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3646828"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;Danvir Mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;localDatewithTimezone("Mar 29, 2004 05:53 PM","time2tag9");&lt;br /&gt;Monday, March 29, 2004:&lt;br /&gt;Nhur!!!!! si nhur ay kaibigan ng lahat!! he's very congenial and loves to please the people around him.. kaya lang sometimes he throws unexpected fits and that makes him even more adorable! i love you nhur!!!! sa dami naming kaibigan ni nhur, i once thought that there's no more space in his heart for me but 'lo! his heart is soo BIG that no matter how many his friends are he still could take care each and everyone of them and treats them so dearly... aww.... nhur, miss na miss na kita... like i tell you, you are a man blessed with so many talents and there's a whole lot of people eho loves more than you can think of, so be grateful sa lahat ng bagay na meron ka appreciate life di lang yung mga magagandang nangyayari kundi pati yung hindi masyadaong magandang pangyayari... it's all part of your life and that makes life wonderful! SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO TASTE LIFE'S BITTERNESS SO YOU CAN APPRECIATE IT'S SWEETNESS!!! Hayhow nhur!! mahal kita!!! lipat ka na elbo ah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="friend" href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3683707"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3683707"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;frankster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;localDatewithTimezone("Mar 29, 2004 05:45 PM","time2tag10");&lt;br /&gt;Monday, March 29, 2004:&lt;br /&gt;nhur, (eiane pa ka dira!mura kag korik!) dili ko kabalo muhimo atong taas gud nga shortword (taas nga shortword?naa diay ingon-ana?)..kana gud naay sulat nga "FRIEND KO 2!", kanang makaconsume gud ug whole screen sa computer. cge lang, maski dili ko magsulat ato, friend man gyud ta.maski dili nako gusto nga i-friend ta ka kay korni ug oa ka most of the time, wala koy mabuhat kay gi-bestow na ka sa "kapalaran" (kinsa ang amahan sa gisabak ni mariya?...hehehe!) sa akoa. syet! if only i could turn back time. hehehe! ayu-ayu gyud, dong! paningkamot sa imong kinabuhi. ayaw sige ug huna-huna sa imong mga nagkalatang kagahapon...hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be continued....&lt;/em&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/14995425-112382685249054495?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/112382685249054495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=112382685249054495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112382685249054495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112382685249054495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2005/08/skeletons-from-gangsters-closet.html' title='SKELETONS FROM A GANGSTER&quot;S CLOSET'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-112347554003979274</id><published>2005-08-07T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T21:32:20.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NOTE THIS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I once thought that living to the extreme would bring out the best in me. I intended to be liberal in so many ways because I wished to knock the hell of a jerk genes out of me. I've been through a lot of stuff that ranges from pathetic to something that for me is cinematic (consult my thes.) This doesn't mean though that I am predictable and not interesting. (Pamati lagi ko !)I'm a human so as the song would go, such a cliche, I am born to make mistakes and learn from it. Unfortunately, there are some mistakes that i'd love to do over and over again. There are those that keeps me going and made me better.I talk when I want to talk. I am not afraid to say what I want to say and as long as I know that I am right, I'll nail it. I am a dreamer! I dream of living life to the fullest with no regrets and no consolations. As much as possible I do things that could amke me happy. Happiness is relative. For me, both cute and sensual thigns could make me happy. Achievements above all brings out the joy in me. My friends know how to make me really happy. I have a happy life.I hate backstabbers despite the fact that as of the moment I was tasked to deal with Tuesdays Backstab. Mediocrity is out for me taht is why whenever I feel like it gets me, it becomes my dilemma thatblah blah bIah blabber bubbles blablah...crap!Am Me, somebody who wants to dance under the moonlight and do wacky things whenever i get a chance to do so. I can't wait for a better future!&lt;/em&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/14995425-112347554003979274?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/112347554003979274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=112347554003979274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112347554003979274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112347554003979274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2005/08/note-this-i-once-thought-that-living.html' title=''/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-112311991463558415</id><published>2005-08-03T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T18:45:14.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GREENDAY ROCKIN'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/wake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/320/wake1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;"Wake Me Up When September Ends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Summer has come and passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The innocent can never last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;like my fathers come to passs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;even years has gone so fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;here comes the rain again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;falling from the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;drenched in my pain again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;becoming who we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;as my memory rests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;but never forgets what I lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;summer has come and passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;the innocent can never last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;ring out the bells again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;like we did when spring began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;here comes the rain again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;falling from the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;drenched in my pain again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;becoming who we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;as my memory rests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;but never forgets what I lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Summer has come and passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The innocent can never last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;like my father's come to pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;twenty years has gone so fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;wake me up when september ends&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/14995425-112311991463558415?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/112311991463558415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=112311991463558415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112311991463558415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112311991463558415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2005/08/greenday-rockin.html' title='GREENDAY ROCKIN&apos;'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-112303709806505878</id><published>2005-08-02T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T19:44:58.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMOIRS OF JULY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/400/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eiane's lullabye....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BECAUSE OF YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If ever you wondered if you touched my soul yes you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since I met you I'm not the same &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You bring life to everything I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just the way you say hello &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With one touch I can't let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never thought  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd fall in love with you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Because of you, my life has changed, thank you for the love and joy you bring * Because of you, I feel no shame, * I'll tell the world it's because of you * Sometimes I get lonely and all I gotta do is think of you * You captured something inside of me * You make all of my dreams come true * It's not enough that you love me for me  * You reached inside and touched me eternally * I love you best explains how I feel for you. * Because of you, my life has changed, thank you for the love and the joy you bring * Because of you, I feel no shame, I'll tell the world it's because of you * * The magic in your eyes * True love I can't deny  * When you hold me I just lose controlI want you to know that I'm never letting go * You mean so much to me I want the world to see,It's because of you * Because of you, my life has changed, thank you for the love and the joy you bring * Because of you, I feel no shame, I'll tell the world it's because of you * My life has changed thank you for the love and the joy you bring * Because of you, I feel no shame, I'll tell the world it's because of you...&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/14995425-112303709806505878?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/112303709806505878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=112303709806505878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112303709806505878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112303709806505878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2005/08/memoirs-of-july.html' title='MEMOIRS OF JULY'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-112303604541710494</id><published>2005-08-02T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T19:28:17.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Ms Kristine Costales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/details1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/flow00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/400/flow00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dearest Tin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing's new in Mindanao since you left for LB. DAvao is still the Durian capital and big deal in the South and nevertheless Gensan is still the same old thing that i've lived with for more than two decades now. I guess UPMIN is still the same..never heard of it for a year now. The people we had fun with has their own lives now...some smoothly sailing their chosen sea of things while some continuously fix the road they'd want to go through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for us? hmm... tough question. You had your first degree and now trying to finish another (two thumbs up!) while I sadly took for granted of the chances. Fortunately though, we are both halfway the life that we'd wished to achieve. In a year or so, you'll be leaving for the States maybe, while sadly enough, i'd be moving to Sydney. Considering this fact, the miles between Laguna and General Santos City will increase to continental context. Scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We created a friendship that knows no boundary, timeless and lives through mortality. And I am thankful of that. Few people know how you've changed my course of life. You accepted my imperfections and helped me ponder on each mistakes. You lifted me up when I was begging life to pulverize my mortal body and let my soul move through the next phase of existence. You simply made me feel good when nobody's there to cherish me...it all happened without you by my side, physically.. what more could happen if we were together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 6th of August, you'd be celebrating your ** birthday and again, i wont be there to give you even just a kiss or a hug... i wish i could be there to whisper you my ultimate wish for you...&lt;br /&gt;I am always here for you. I'll keep you no matter what. Loves You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-112303604541710494?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/112303604541710494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=112303604541710494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112303604541710494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112303604541710494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2005/08/letter-to-ms-kristine-costales.html' title='Letter to Ms Kristine Costales'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-112303523863287720</id><published>2005-08-02T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T19:13:58.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHEREVER YOU ARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to see the ocean's beauty&lt;br /&gt;and the moon that shines above&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the sand looking at the stars&lt;br /&gt;Wishing someday I would find true love&lt;br /&gt;Would it be nice to see the morning&lt;br /&gt;With the one you love the most&lt;br /&gt;Would it be nice to say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;To the one you hold so close&lt;br /&gt;To your heart&lt;br /&gt;To your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;The wind that blows the dove&lt;br /&gt;Is the wind that blows my love&lt;br /&gt;Hope it'll find its way to you&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to sit in fields of green&lt;br /&gt;Looking deeply through the sky&lt;br /&gt;Watching birds as they fly by&lt;br /&gt;Hoping someday fate will bring me true love&lt;br /&gt;Would it be nice to hold someone&lt;br /&gt;So dear, near your heart&lt;br /&gt;Would it be nice to hear those words&lt;br /&gt;I love you from the one that you love&lt;br /&gt;that you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to see myself one day&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of someone&lt;br /&gt;Who will share her life with me&lt;br /&gt;selflessly.. someday...&lt;br /&gt;You will find your way... to me...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/65/7152/1024/tp1239.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/65/7152/400/tp12392.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-112303523863287720?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/112303523863287720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=112303523863287720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112303523863287720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112303523863287720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2005/08/wherever-you-are-i-love-to-see-oceans_02.html' title=''/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-112303149606406362</id><published>2005-08-02T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T18:11:36.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>believer of diplomacy who metamorphosize to an anarchist seldomly. wishes to use music &amp; words to change the world. shares smile and positive vibes with every creature (crazy taht is!)...prefers blue over black...and...loves pink&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/65/7152/640/details1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/65/7152/400/details1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-112303149606406362?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/112303149606406362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=112303149606406362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112303149606406362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112303149606406362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2005/08/believer-of-diplomacy-who.html' title=''/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-112286534818716611</id><published>2005-07-31T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T20:02:28.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>River of Androgyny</title><content type='html'>__By the River of Androgyny Luke Wept _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheap cupboard brought from Spain&lt;br /&gt;tippling over an ounze of Tequila&lt;br /&gt;wandering lala land and beyond breathing Valium of extremeties&lt;br /&gt;(sigh!)&lt;br /&gt;I began loving Pink&lt;br /&gt;assumed blue as is blood raspberry keeps igniting&lt;br /&gt;I wish to love Pink.&lt;br /&gt;(whistle down!)&lt;br /&gt;blinking lights from afar&lt;br /&gt;lost in a kaleidoscopic wood&lt;br /&gt;i left my glasses of dreams i left the blue sun.&lt;br /&gt;(sob!)&lt;br /&gt;drag of all sizes fun of all sorts&lt;br /&gt;they come in surprises an additive to my nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;(twist!)&lt;br /&gt;this is Sahara of mirage&lt;br /&gt;I want my blue sun but I can't&lt;br /&gt;the Pearl took it away&lt;br /&gt;lost in Chiaruscuro of misery.&lt;br /&gt;(breathe, deeply breathe!)&lt;br /&gt;am midway to the Bronx&lt;br /&gt;not sure of Pink anymore&lt;br /&gt;can't have the Blue sun&lt;br /&gt;so I need to excavate far&lt;br /&gt;(smile)&lt;br /&gt;I could see the tower of light&lt;br /&gt;within mixes dark and bright&lt;br /&gt;I could feel the illusion&lt;br /&gt;there's beyond Pink and Blue though.&lt;br /&gt;(burp!) &lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=60,height=45,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://eiane_maverick.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/292845801img.thumb"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luke.dj.hapi.louie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-112286534818716611?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/112286534818716611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=112286534818716611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112286534818716611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112286534818716611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2005/07/river-of-androgyny.html' title='River of Androgyny'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-112286513477859594</id><published>2005-07-31T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T19:58:54.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to deal with a Bitch Org President&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am diplomatic if somebody would approach me that way. As a human  i tend to adapt what is being shown to me. They may say that i've got brains to think of the right hing to do, thus i also have the nuts to fight for myself and not look stupid over some bratty leader. They say that almost all the place in Earth possess its own pesky organisms in a ubiquitous level that is. You see, however you'd try to be nice, chances are, some dirt would wipe away ur composure and sanity. Am just glad that my parents gave me good sets of antibodies for these alarming dirtbags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's move on to the main course:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sicilian strategy. Never be aggressive, always play defensive. Bite when somebody bites you. As long as you didn't ignited the fumehood, u still have the right to extinguish it with might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. English 101. Some blahblahs melt with english. If she fights back slangly, say I've heard that before! or "that doesn't work for me" or might as swell play dead..It stinks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.If she says SHUT UP while u are explaining? Raise ur voice to soprano-ish and say it like you've never said it before... Don't go *itc*in' with me Honey! You've got attitude! Work on It! Talk to me after 12 months. You are not that Smart enough yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Now the Smirks! Don't you ever smirk back. let her look doggie or shitty. maintain the civil pout and smile. if you cannot smile for that moment, sigh and take a notch of thinkin whether you wanna smirk back and look like her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Never say things out of context. Take bullets from the main event. Using outlandish weapons may rock u out of the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Think of the words you say. After all the tongue is mightier than the sword. (now that leads me to thinkin how my cousin could eat durian without any knife at all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. End it with a bang. no threatening at all.. just a reminder that you'd strike back if the situation calls for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. think of RESPECT, HUMILITY and this " There is always somebody better than you. So watch the ego..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Refer to number 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. watch out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Piece of my brain is what am saying here. I give back what is thrown to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-112286513477859594?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/112286513477859594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=112286513477859594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112286513477859594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112286513477859594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-to-deal-with-bitch-org-president-i.html' title=''/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-112286479047888102</id><published>2005-07-31T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T19:53:10.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma of a Bee</title><content type='html'>July 24, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Curse of Early Morning Express&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;  i've been a disc jock for more than a year. My progress was not that smooth. I went through bundles of orientation (self-check) to support my quest on being a better asset for the company am working for. Unfortunately, there's a lot of chaos going on between different publics. Personally, I still do not know what my listeners want. i've been transferred to different schedules since I am still going to school for a second course. Different time they say have different audiences. So my initial mechanism would be to change my style per demand of the show. However, at the end of the day, I end up frustrated and disgusted cause am beginning to jumble different personalities in my body just to suit the crowd. Do I consider myself a public property? Hell not! that is scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;  I learned a lot from my craft and is still learning. A a human being I believe I am entitled to feel uneasy with a routine especially if it is not working. Whew! I still have a lot of time to think about it; whther i'd continue the job or whatsoever?&lt;br /&gt;i am inviting every Gensan wacko's to give me some advices regarding this matter. help me contemplate.&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/14995425-112286479047888102?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/112286479047888102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=112286479047888102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112286479047888102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112286479047888102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2005/07/dilemma-of-bee.html' title='Dilemma of a Bee'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-112286457793295415</id><published>2005-07-31T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T19:49:37.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my bestfried's birthday is on teh 6th of August&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/65/7152/640/13786273340075m.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/65/7152/320/13786273340075m.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-112286457793295415?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/112286457793295415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=112286457793295415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112286457793295415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112286457793295415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-bestfrieds-birthday-is-on-teh-6th.html' title=''/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-112286454201434646</id><published>2005-07-31T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T19:49:02.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mah best&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/65/7152/640/2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/65/7152/320/2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-112286454201434646?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/112286454201434646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=112286454201434646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112286454201434646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112286454201434646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2005/07/mah-best.html' title=''/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-112286437065645149</id><published>2005-07-31T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T19:46:10.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>moi&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/65/7152/640/8193617_m.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/65/7152/320/8193617_m.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-112286437065645149?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/112286437065645149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=112286437065645149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112286437065645149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112286437065645149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2005/07/moi.html' title=''/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995425.post-112286260313131452</id><published>2005-07-31T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T19:22:56.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ Beyond The Glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/1600/tp7981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6229/1374/320/tp7981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;..How could you mend a broken heart? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=644,height=944,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://eiane_maverick.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/tp798.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;i've been thinking about it since I left UP and yet after a series of relationships I havn't stummbled on the precise explanation that I wanted. maybe people are given life to discover the wonder of loving and be loved using the entire lifetime. You'll never know when to stop or who's who until you'd call it as it is... Why am I expressing sentiments as of the moment? I just finished my boardwork. In the station, a beautiful lass of a kind is doing her OJT. She's not that pretty though but the antics on how she'd strike back at my jokes makes everything surreal. I was optimistic that it would sparkle into a feeling that we could both treasure. She's friendly and despite being dismissive of my plans to court her (I was pretty suggestive), I insisted. We had a chance to talk in between my adlibs a while ago, shared knicks of life's misery. We really had a lot of common things, I'd bet it would win a certain "love-made-in-heaven" contest. We went through almost same radical road in our lives, she's 20 and am 21, same personality with extreme differences. Unfortunately she's committed to a relationship of 1 year and 7 months. I don't want to mess with such a glorious relationship, no matter on what field it is and she on her part, loves her partner regiously. I said maybe it's ok, since I'd be leaving for New York 2 years from now. She smiled and said "NY ka rin? Ako din e.". My eyes smiled and I said, have you seen the Ethan Hawke movie Before the Sunset or so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=400,height=300,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://eiane_maverick.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/303415661.img"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;? It was about meeting somebody at a certain place, having sex, forgetting to ask for each other's numbers and saying goodbye..then meeting each other by chance in a foreign place 5 years after. I said, maybe we'll have the same story, minus the sex factor of course. I meant it when I said i like her. I respect the status she's in right now. The good thing is we became closer after sharing each others ample secrets. Who knows what lies in New York? till'here....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14995425-112286260313131452?l=happylouie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/feeds/112286260313131452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14995425&amp;postID=112286260313131452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112286260313131452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14995425/posts/default/112286260313131452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happylouie.blogspot.com/2005/07/mj-beyond-glasses.html' title='MJ Beyond The Glasses'/><author><name>happy.louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02727045187323098158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
