<?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-5834403099010389822</id><updated>2011-09-04T22:08:05.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...the purple pyrolyptic princess's lair..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-7452746218540046499</id><published>2008-02-12T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T15:39:01.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://purpleandpinklife.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i just moved!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-7452746218540046499?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/7452746218540046499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=7452746218540046499&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/7452746218540046499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/7452746218540046499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2008/02/moving.html' title='moving'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-3116015579708689204</id><published>2007-12-15T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T09:27:47.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson Learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;lesson learned:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;being &lt;strong&gt;DEFEATED&lt;/strong&gt; is just a temporary condition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIVING UP&lt;/strong&gt; is what makes it permanent... &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/5834403099010389822-3116015579708689204?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/3116015579708689204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=3116015579708689204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/3116015579708689204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/3116015579708689204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/12/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson Learned'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-6456030044149465142</id><published>2007-12-10T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:13:13.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#b1daef;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#b1daef;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A FELICITOUS BIRTHDAY TO MY PRINCE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;endangered to fail nine units, yes i am..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have hope on numerical methods and electric circuits, though.. sir carlos has a heart.. but in lecture of logic circuits and switching theory? i'm hopeless.. haha.. funny, but as far as i know, i got high in the defense of prototype in the same course's laboratory counterpart.. our prototype, together with its profile, also gets to be displayed in the Logic 1 lab with our group's picture.. here's a copy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://purplelipz.tripod.com/mp3s/proto_display.pdf" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;PROTOTYPE DISPLAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without the laughs of my groupmates, carlo, jeck and toni, i won't be able to survive that nerve-wracking prototype.. thanks also to kristian, you're a big, big help!&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, jeck! before i forget, can i come with you next term? PLEASE?! i'd really appreciate it if you'd let me.. hehe. toink.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got irritated because of this certain person.. she had another bunches of disparages for me.. but what am i gonna do? &lt;i&gt;hey, mahiya ka naman sa balat mo.. hindi na kita inaano diyan hah!&lt;/i&gt; what's the use of telling my prince that we're okay, when you're really not? oh c'mon.. don't you ever forget.. &lt;b&gt;liars got to hell,&lt;/b&gt; right? and don't think that you can get me out of TNB.. That's impossible, sweetheart, in case you don't know.. i'm beginning to see that you're a lot stronger now, because you've already got connections.. don't worry.. i won't brag about mine, they're too many to mention.. if you're just fond of backstabbing me, i won't stop you.. after all, hating me does make you really, REALLY, miserable..&lt;br /&gt;ÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#b1daef;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;oh well, a Merry Christmas to you, all!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142243881580400690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbatxHifl_I/R1zrkMYGkDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2-xvjU177XE/s200/IMG_0465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L-R) me, jessica, toni and jason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-6456030044149465142?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/6456030044149465142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=6456030044149465142&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/6456030044149465142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/6456030044149465142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/12/felicitous-birthday-to-my-prince.html' title=''/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbatxHifl_I/R1zrkMYGkDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2-xvjU177XE/s72-c/IMG_0465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-1008829415930440934</id><published>2007-11-17T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:13:14.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prototype</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbatxHifl_I/Rz5OY0FME2I/AAAAAAAAACs/zYuAJivs-ZQ/s1600-h/Breadboard%2520Test%2520Circuits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133626813453177698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbatxHifl_I/Rz5OY0FME2I/AAAAAAAAACs/zYuAJivs-ZQ/s200/Breadboard%2520Test%2520Circuits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROTOTYPE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakabaliw pala talaga gumawa ng prototype...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung gaano kagulo ang breadboard na ito, ganun din kagulo ang daloy ng cells sa utak ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaay,, nararamdaman ko na ang hirap ng pagiging isang CoE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kailangan pang alamin ang mga truth tables ng sangkaterbang expressions, mag-test ng mga integrated circuits at mabaliw kapag uminit ang mga ito sa breadboard, ma-badtrip sa mga super bilis mapunding light emitting diodes o LEDs, magtantsa ng resistances sa pamamagitan ng potentiometers, haaaaaayyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk. tsk. nagmimistulang labasan na lamang ng sama ng loob ko ang blog na ito.. sa aking mga mambabasa (kung meron man), pagpasensyahan niyo na ako.. mahirap magbalanse ng oras..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi muna ako makakapag-update, hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalamunin muna ako ng lupa na puno ng concepts ng electric at logic circuits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaahhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-1008829415930440934?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/1008829415930440934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=1008829415930440934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/1008829415930440934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/1008829415930440934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/11/prototype.html' title='prototype'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbatxHifl_I/Rz5OY0FME2I/AAAAAAAAACs/zYuAJivs-ZQ/s72-c/Breadboard%2520Test%2520Circuits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-2164304498424894577</id><published>2007-10-24T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T14:44:02.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sample lang.. bwiset na eh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#ffffff;"&gt;okay, so alam kong hindi tama itong gagawin ko.. it just makes me sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit ba may mga taong lagi na lang minamasama ang mga ginagawa kong mabuti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought na may mga nakakaintindi sa aken, everything then comes to a halt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seniority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...the very word i loathe the most...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#ffffff;"&gt;nakaka-offend isipin na ang mga taong inaakala kong nakakaintindi sa mga nararamdaman ko, ay ang mga mismong tumatalikwas pa sa mga pinaniniwalaan ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironic, isn't it? pinagdaanan din natin ang pinagdadaanan nila,, don't get me wrong.. i perfectly know what is the point of all these.. don't you just think it's too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to say this, but i think that you're developing seniority complex, too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you too, want to impose your f*cking seniority on them, go ahead.. i maybe joining you all of my life here.. but this time? it's the other way around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, by the time you read this, i already gotover this situation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-2164304498424894577?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/2164304498424894577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=2164304498424894577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/2164304498424894577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/2164304498424894577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/10/sample-lang-bwiset-na-eh.html' title='sample lang.. bwiset na eh..'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-1340540844387531029</id><published>2007-10-19T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T11:46:25.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tsk. tsk. tsk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;marami-rami na rin ang nagtatanong kung bakit ako naglipat.. (actually, tatlo lang sila.. kaya lang, ang plural ay nangangahulugang 2 or more.. kaya marami na rin.. toink!) eto na po ang kasagutan sa inyong tanong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko na kasi kinalulugdan ang mga bumibisita dito para kutyain &lt;strong&gt;lang&lt;/strong&gt; ang mga sinasabi ko.. kaya nga tinawag itong SARILING BLOG.. ito ang mundo ko.. walang pakialamanan sa mga gusto kong mangyari.. bakit, ikatataas ba ng grades mo ang pagkutya sa blog ko? would i even mind about your disparages? this, i'm telling you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too preoccupied for your disparages.. Gayun pa man, thank you very much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakatuwa magpa-ilaw ng mga LED sa Logic Lab.. Logic Circuits at Numerical Methods ang ikinabubuhay ng academics ko ngayon.. mahirap, pero masaya din..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mabuti na lamang at hindi ko na inabutan ang nakakatakot na si MamSir &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;- courtesy of Ninong ..&lt;/span&gt; dahil pag nagkataon, baka hindi rin mabuhay ang dugo ko sa pag-aaral ng Logic circuits.. pero sinira din ng Dean ng CoE ang mga pangarap kong maging Exceeds Expectations ang grade sa Logic Circuits.. di bale.. ang mahalaga, matutunan ko ang foundations ng future trabaho ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasalukuyan akong naghihintay sa propesor ko.. wala naman talaga akong klase ngayon, pero kinailangan kong pumasok dahil wala pa akong lab report.. kaya naririto ako sa bodega..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagbuhat ako ng 250 kopya ng special copy ng isyu ng bodega.. hanggang 4th floor.. kumusta naman? haaay.. kung di ko lang itinuturing ang sarili ko bilang isang super princess, malamang-lamang, hinimatay na ako sa hagdan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kailangan rin palang magpasa ng mga kadramahang article para sa Mindscape.. wala ako sa hwisyo para mag-isip ng mga kadramahan ngayon.. pwede ba'ng ako na lang ang magLayout ng buong Mindscape? malamang, hinde.. kailangan magsulat ako.. &lt;strong&gt;i'm a writer..&lt;/strong&gt; kung hindi, baka hambalusin na ako ni kingpin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natutuwa ako dahil may tutulong sa akin sa gitnang tupi ng dyaryo.. ang anghel na si supertwin.. bagaman trabaho na ng prinsipe ko ang pagkulay sa mga iginuguhit niya, ako pa rin ang may kargo kung ano ang kalalabasan.. masaya dahil kahit papano, may tumutulong na sa akin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be having my dinner free.. sinabi ko kasi kay Mother Bunny na i deserve a pizza.. at malugod niya namang ibibigay.. weeeee.. salamat kay Mother Bunny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto kong magpunta sa Raon para bumili ng breadboard.. iniibig ko na talaga ang Logic Circuits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-1340540844387531029?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/1340540844387531029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=1340540844387531029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/1340540844387531029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/1340540844387531029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/10/tsk-tsk-tsk.html' title='tsk. tsk. tsk.'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-8284443205984147387</id><published>2007-10-16T09:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:05:31.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mga pashneang pakialamero!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;para sa mga nakikialam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HANAPIN NIYO BLOG KO!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alam ko naman kasing namimiss niyo na ako kaya patuloy ang pagdalaw niyo dito sa blog ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pwes, kung gusto niyo makita,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUWAG NA KAYO MANGIALAM,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;este, mag-comment, sumagot, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm? 'nuff said... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-8284443205984147387?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/8284443205984147387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=8284443205984147387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/8284443205984147387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/8284443205984147387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/10/mga-pashneang-pakialamero.html' title='mga pashneang pakialamero!!'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-6386112715515606004</id><published>2007-10-09T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T19:11:23.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#b1daef;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nakakamiss naman mag-blog.. ewan ko ba kung bakit ako tinamad mag-blog this past few days.. narito ang ilang mga possible reasons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. dahil mas gusto kong kasama ang prinsipe ko..&lt;br /&gt;2. wala lang,, nakakatamad lang talaga..&lt;br /&gt;3. dahil may mga probis na sa tnb, at masarap silang harutin kasi hindi sila napalag..&lt;br /&gt;4. dahil may mga academics na, at naisip ko na kailangan ko rin silang pagtuunan ng pansin..&lt;br /&gt;5. dahil ampanget ng schedule ko..&lt;br /&gt;6. dahil inuna ko ang radiance at pakikipag-bonding kay ma'am dindin at sir benny..&lt;br /&gt;7. dahil nakakatamad..&lt;br /&gt;8. at nasabi ko na bang nakakatamad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaayy.. lumalala na ang katamaran ko.. well, malala na ito dati pa.. kaya lang, this time, may nahahawa na,, dala na rin siguro ito ng pressure na baka hindi na makapag-aral ang prinsipe ko this term kaya mas binibigyan ko siya ng pansin.. baka kasi ngayon lang siya nagdadadalaw sa tnb dahil super duper GRAPHICS-ARTIST-IS-NEEDED ang drama.. pero pagkatapos nu'n, ayoko ng isipin..&lt;br /&gt;pfft..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naaliw ako.. bahagyang nagbago ang mga taong inaakala kong tibamba dati.. si ate anna at si ate mel, na-bakla na ng tuluyan.. si ate anna na nagpamana sa 'kin ng layout and photoshop skills niya ay binigla ang lahat ng pumasok siya sa bodega.. naka-thigh-hugging jeans at fitted shirt ba naman?! at buntis [kuno] daw siya.. oo, totoong nakakagulat,, mas sexy siya tingnan kasi naging proportional ang b*obs at hips niya.. si ate mel naman, ang tagapagmana ng katarayan ni ate anna, nagkaganun na din.. dala na rin siguro ng pagiging in-love buff niya.. nagmmake up na siya ngayon.. may lipstick pa.. ika nga ni beshan, may impostora sa bodega.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadidisappoint ako sa mga probis ng kasalukuyan.. napaka-bihira nilang tumambay, pwera kay duke.. pero siyempre, hihina din ang tambay powers niya dahil sa debate achuchuchu niya.. sa bagay, hindi lang naman ako ang hindi natutuwa sa madalang nilang pagtambay.. pati rin naman si kuya nico.. bwahahaha.. pero nang di kalaunan, natuwa na rin ako kasi inabot sila ng alas-siyete sa kakatambay kahapon.. tsk. pero hindi pa rin ako satisfied.. matitino kasi silang lahat, walang maloko.. sayang.. pero maaga pa naman.. maghihintay ako ng mga pagbabago.. i hope those changes will arrive sooner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana may makatalo sa akin sa tambay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was asked by an acquaintance why i didn't join an organization by the name i wouldn't say.. i didn't answer her directly.. and then i related the issue to my prince..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;princess:&lt;/b&gt; hun, tinanong ako ni ---- kung bakit daw ako hindi sumali sa [insert org name here]..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;prince:&lt;/b&gt; o, ano sinabi mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;princess:&lt;/b&gt; wala.. siyempre hindi ko sasabihin sa kanya na may tumawag sa 'ken ng bobo at tanga du'n ano.. hindi pa ganun kababa ang pagkatao ko para manira ng ibang tao, kahit 'yung paninira na dapat kong gawin eh hindi basta paninira lang, kundi totoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;prince:&lt;/b&gt; eh bakit nga ba hindi ka sumali dun? sayang 'yun o, pandagdag sa resume..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;princess:&lt;/b&gt; sows.. magbabayad ka ng sandamakmak para lang may mailagay sa resume? puh-leez.. buti pa sa bodega.. maiidagdag mo na nga sa resume mo, ikaw pa ang binabayaran..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;prince:&lt;/b&gt; oo nga naman.. pwede pang magamit 'yung posisyon du'n as an advantage.. at tsaka mas may experience na sa workplace kaya malaki ang chansa na matanggap pag nag-apply ng trabaho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;princess:&lt;/b&gt; korek.. eh pag nasa org ka? kahit sabihin mong may posisyon ka du'n.. executive vice president, so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right? it's hard to know the perks of joining an academic org.. all you can benefit from it is a number of references, which is more abundant when you become an inhabitant of the warehouse.. you'll get to meet cream of the crops, why go on choose mediocres? i could only say one thing.. you already entered a prestigious institute for high standards of academic excellence, and then you'd still go on saturating yourself into joining academic organizations? don't you think you need a little touch of co-curricular activities? with academic excellence the institute provides, a boost of e.q. is guaranteed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. i've already proven myself that i'm a great teacher.. i'd really stand up for my aim to be a terror professor.. i've taught the kids of the warehouse how to layout via Pagemaker™ and they learned everything from my words.. i've taught my supertwin how to play the guitar and he now plays the guitar well.. i'm going to be one strict professor, and i'll make sure that my students will learn what they need to learn.. i'm going to be strict to the point that i wouldn't pass students with crocodile tears.. students should have even just a little pride in their bodies, too.. they shouldn't request for their professors to pass them and readily with tears.. if the student feels that he/she has done everything to pass the subject, he/she should be confident to pass.. but if he/she cries in front of the professor, it's GREATLY his/her fault.. that only means that the said student didn't give the sufficient effort needed to pass the subject.. as for my case, that would be an absolute 5.00..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-6386112715515606004?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/6386112715515606004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=6386112715515606004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/6386112715515606004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/6386112715515606004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back..'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-2712146039799514575</id><published>2007-09-23T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T22:39:44.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of discombobulatedness and confusements..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is what i hate about myself.. procrastinating.. grrr.. it just shows how lazy i am.. i have all the time for studying C++, but as i said, i procrastinate.. i'm afraid i have to study about it hardly because i know that there will be a large probability that i will be handled by Prof. Joyce Santos in Data Structures.. C++ is its pre-requisite, in case you don't know.. i'm afraid of Ma'am Joyce, she's one strict professor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i just used the word "probability".. after failing Probability and Statistics, the thought is just stupid.. but i accepted it readily.. i know i'd fail, anyway.. Prof. dela Cruz is one terror professor, i should've given this subject a little more effort.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just ironic, i thought i'd be failing 3 subjects in one blow.. Prof. de Leon gave me the creeps of failing, and so did Prof. Sese.. i gave Electromagnetics more weight than any other subjects, and passing it just helped making me feel better.. wahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this term gave me a lot of exhaustion.. i wouldn't make another bullsh*t schedule like that ever again.. this is the first time since eons that i got sick, and i've had enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel sorry for my prince.. he had full hopes of passing every subject he had this term.. seeing him in a teary-eyed state just let me down.. i did all sorts of things to make him smile, i just couldn't.. i'm not even feeling bad about failing for myself, i'm feeling bad about him.. and i wished i just had his pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the burden of next term is banging in my head.. my prince feels so bad, i don't know when i could be with him when the second term starts.. *sigh* problems, problems.. when can i have enough? hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-2712146039799514575?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/2712146039799514575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=2712146039799514575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/2712146039799514575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/2712146039799514575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/09/of-discombobulatedness-and-confusements.html' title='of discombobulatedness and confusements..'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-3454936481410174666</id><published>2007-09-19T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T14:41:28.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ayaw ko mang aminin, nakakaasar pa rin..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;nakakainis ang mga taong akala mo, eh okay ang lahat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakabad-trip.. bullsh*t.. ito, sige sasabihin ko na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk. tsk. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi sagot ang pagpopost ng hate-note sa yahoo groups, dahil lalo lang nitong palalalain ang lahat.. ang iba sa kanila ay magiging miyembro na rin natin, at hindi mo kami kailangang sira-siraan sa kanila.. sa sinabi mong hinayaan mo lang na magstand-out kami sa pagkakataong 'yun, anu ba 'yun? baket, hindi pa ba kami nagsstand-out sa mga ginagawa namin ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para sabihin ko sa 'yo, hindi ko pa nakakalimutan ang mga pinagsasabi mo sa 'ken tungkol sa mga buhos ng sinasabi mong training.. &lt;em&gt;"Ang good point lang, eh passed on time..."&lt;/em&gt; at para sabihin ko rin sa 'yo, i know how to use &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Photoshop&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; better than any of all the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;writers&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; here.. pero pinakikinabangan ninyong lahat 'yun, di ba? So you see, you shouldn't question my credibility dahil iba-iba tayo dito..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at sino ang sinasabihan mong balat-sibuyas? wala kang nahihita sa 'ken na kung anu-anong reaksyones pag pinapatutsadahan mo na ang lahat.. ikaw itong kung makapag-hate note, eh akala mo, napakalaki na ng kasalanan namin.. sinong balat-sibuyas ngayon? as far as i'm concerned, ang kasalanan lang namin sa 'yo eh ang matanggap.. ngayon, kung gusto mo kaming matanggal, problema mo na 'yun.. magpasalamat ka na lang at mabait si bossing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madali akong kausap.. kung gusto mo ako sapakin, magpapasapak talaga ako kung ako talaga 'yung may kasalanan.. eh hindi eh.. kami lang 'yung paulit-ulit mong tinitira dahil mas mababa kami sa 'yo.. mangdamay ka pa ng hindi dapat idamay, at kakalimutan ko na talagang seniores kita.. ipagtatanggol pa naman sana kita sa kanila, tapos gani-ganito lang ang gagawin mo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-3454936481410174666?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/3454936481410174666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=3454936481410174666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/3454936481410174666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/3454936481410174666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/09/ayaw-ko-mang-aminin-nakakaasar-pa-rin.html' title='ayaw ko mang aminin, nakakaasar pa rin..'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-871165439772117300</id><published>2007-09-08T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T11:16:43.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back to reality...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;at muli na naman akong nagbalik.. matapos ang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;academic hell week&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;builder hell week&lt;/span&gt; naman.. buti na lang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wala &lt;/span&gt;na akong article.. isa na lang.. at sports pa 'yun.. sports news tungkol sa woodpushers.. it's a good thing na &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;marunong akong mag-chess&lt;/span&gt; at magagawan ko ng paraan na maging sporty ang article.. sana lang hindi na mahirapan si kuya stephen sa pag-eedit ng article ko.. i wish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tang-ina.. nakakabad-trip ang araw na ito.. bullsh*t talaga.. lagi na lang masama ang araw ko tuwing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;friday..&lt;/span&gt; una, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; akong nasagot sa ProbStat exam.. sana lang talaga hindi ako ibagsak ni Sir dela Cruz.. perfect attendance naman ako eh.. complete requirements pa.. sana makuha si Sir dela Cruz sa ganun.. isa pa, makikita ko na naman ang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;masungit na baklang&lt;/span&gt; si Sese.. punyeta talaga, ang taray ng baklang 'yun.. siguro, kaya siya naaasar sa klase namin, dahil wala siyang mapa-Papa.. ay hindi rin.. kasi may mga gwapo naman, hindi lang sila pansinin.. tapos, malaman-laman ko, naliligo sa additional points ang naunang klase sa 'min.. SAMANTALANG KAMI, WALA?? kung tutuusin, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;magaling ako sa Electromagnetics&lt;/span&gt;.. Hindi ako nahihirapan sa subject na 'yun, maliban na lang kung hindi ako nakapag-aral.. alam niyo naman, matapos mag-lesson ang inyong lingkod, ma-eeject na sa utak ang lahat ng pinag-aralan.. haaaay nako.. ang hirap talaga ispelengin ng mga bakla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang mga subject na nanganganib sa 'ken ngayong term ay ang ProbStat at Electromagnetics.. hindi ko na yata matutupad ang wish ko na hindi magka-tres.. talaga yatang nasa dugo ko na ang matali sa ganung grade.. haaaayy... o, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;huwag kang mayabang&lt;/span&gt;.. normal ako.. normal na Mapuan.. ibig sabihin, &lt;strong&gt;bumabagsak..&lt;/strong&gt; hindi lang naman kasi mag-aral ang ginagawa ko.. marami akong sideline, kaya huwag mo ako paandaran ng kayabangan mo.. *sigh* dun sa mga natamaan na pinatatamaan ko talaga, aba magaling.. ibig sabihin, hindi kayo manhid.. dun naman sa mga natamaan pero hindi ko pinatatamaan, mas magaling.. ibig sabihin, guilty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of sideline, may mga bago na naman ako..&lt;br /&gt;1. TNB writer a.k.a. layout and design expert&lt;br /&gt;2. F.A.M.E.'s undeclared official Film Editor&lt;br /&gt;3. SOCIP layout artist (on a regular basis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o ngayon, sige.. &lt;strong&gt;pag nagawa mo na 'yan para sa school ng hindi nanganganib ang grades, dun mo ako tawaging bobo at tanga.&lt;/strong&gt;. partida, meron pa akong love life na kailangan ko ding mabigyan ng oras..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a week since i touched Sir Benny's life.. i can't help but feel flattered.. my belated greetings too, to my dear Kuya Ace who has just graduated recently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greeeeeeeeetings to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Venzy&lt;/span&gt;, for winning that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Documentary Film Award&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU SURE MADE ME PROUD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know, i'm a very good teacher.. weeeeeeee... I'll be a terror professor once I finish my Master's Degree, i promise.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-871165439772117300?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/871165439772117300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=871165439772117300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/871165439772117300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/871165439772117300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-back-to-reality.html' title='i&apos;m back to reality...'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-4483319906733050619</id><published>2007-08-26T07:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T08:17:40.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wish...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm already getting irritated about some things.. i can't be contented on anything that I have, and it's really making my wits twitch.. i've been wishing for a lot of things I know I could have, but I don't know when.. &lt;strike&gt;darn it..&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i'd graduate on time..&lt;br /&gt;i wish i'd be able to work here in school and be a terror professor..&lt;br /&gt;i wish i were rich..&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can work for my family sooner..&lt;br /&gt;i wish i were working in some prestigious country..&lt;br /&gt;i wish i'm a little more intelligent..&lt;br /&gt;i wish to make to make a vow with him in the future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to guarantee myself more &lt;i&gt;i wish&lt;/i&gt;'s...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to my prince,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i'm such a prat when it comes to your jokes but i really am happy when i'm with you.. i could laugh at others' jokes, but nothing compares to the company you give me.. i already told you before, &lt;i&gt;you make me happy even without trying..&lt;/i&gt; my whole being is in bliss because i met you.. and don't say that i don't deserve you, because i do.. and even if i do deserve someone, i'd be glad to still choose you.. &lt;strong&gt;i need you because i love you.. more than you'll ever know..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-4483319906733050619?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/4483319906733050619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=4483319906733050619&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/4483319906733050619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/4483319906733050619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wish.html' title='i wish...'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-2989428363640655794</id><published>2007-08-19T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:18:01.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>issue bombardations?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;new welcome message, new blog skin, new blog life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i was thinking of greeting someone last august 17 but i ran out of credits in my ISP card.. it's her birthday, and i guess i'd just greet her here.. you know who you are, so here it goes.. &lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday..&lt;/b&gt; and more birthdays to come.. i'm wishing you all the best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;though it's been easy for you to throw our friendship away.. it's such surprising that i never even forgot your birthday.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sarcasm there, honestly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;issues, issues? latest ones? oh yeah i've got some..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the Human Security Act..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Human Security Act is the law which states that anybody may be arrested, just as long as a &lt;b&gt;cop&lt;/b&gt; says that you are some part of a terrorist group.. Yes, EVEN IF THERE'S NO PROOF WHATSOEVER.. No offense to the Philippine Government, but what's the point of living in a democratic country if such acts/laws will be implemented? Oh great, haven't anyone else thought that this HSA is a miniature Martial Law? Why hasn't anybody from the Opposition protested? another proof of the saying, &lt;i&gt;history repeats itself..&lt;/i&gt; Good Luck to all of us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country Name Change Act passed: From Republic of the Philippines to Philippine Group of Islands..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this?? Whatever made Madam President to accept this kind of proposal? Goodness gracious.. The first one already sounded so formal, but the latter? Looks like the country's been degraded.. Come to think of it, we're already in a third-world country, why make the same impression by changing the name?.. How about the efforts of those who bring our race honor? *sigh* I'm counting on the Opposition to make nothing else worse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel Locsin switches..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel Locsin complained that her talent fee does not compensate her enormous efforts.. She's been such a disgrace to the family who gave her the big name she already has.. Let's have a recap on the Kapamilya's rising stars.. Hero Angeles? been dumped out.. Erich Gonzales? Never heard anything from her since she won in SCQ.. Hard luck to Angel on being a Kapamilya, however.. I'm afraid she's already giving herself a great downfall by the switch.. The Kapuso's move of making Marian Rivera the modern MariMar will make her Angel's constant rival.. Good luck to Marian! I've heard you've got high ratings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having my stupid video card broken makes everything worse.. i wanted to play hidden object games, but i can only do limitedly.. aAaaRrrGggH! i need to play.. *sob* ooooh,, mom's cooked sinigang.. be back soon! *gone to pig out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-2989428363640655794?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/2989428363640655794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=2989428363640655794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/2989428363640655794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/2989428363640655794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/08/issue-bombardations.html' title='issue bombardations?!?!?!'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-4595841724437102422</id><published>2007-08-18T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T13:05:01.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>discombobulation muli..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum's cooked arroz caldo.. mmmmm.. i love &lt;b&gt;garlic...&lt;/b&gt; *gone to pig out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-4595841724437102422?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/4595841724437102422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=4595841724437102422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/4595841724437102422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/4595841724437102422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/08/discombobulation-muli.html' title='discombobulation muli..'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-810042576425069601</id><published>2007-08-16T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T12:13:00.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>obliterating rain!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my mum seems a bit strange lately.. she used to ignore everything and go on for what she cared for, but recently we siblings have been receiving a lot of rebukes.. even the littlest things seem to shag her.. and it's kind of annoying, really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm beginning to hate storms.. before, i'd be willing to pray for tropical depressions in Manila and wait for the suspensions of classes.. I really love the suspensions way back when I was in Elementary and Highschool so as to delay school commotions.. but now? Thinking that losing one meeting for a laboratory class is indeed dreadful.. In a College considering 4 terms a year, it just isn't helpful.. another problem, the Department of Education announces suspensions late.. LATE!! good thing my class starts at 9:00am everday.. if i happen to have classes at 7:30am, I should have been suffering the consequences of being stranded in Intramuros' puddles.. I'm sad to say that the Philippine Atmospheric Geophysical and Astronomical Services Administration (PAGASA) fails to give the suspensions on time.. Sorry, but arriving in school with soiled socks, dripping hair, wet belongings and finding out classes are suspended just won't do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the kind of vacation the rain disseminates.. it's like my door to graduation is blocked by several boulders..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shetnEss.. i haTe this kind of feeling.. the feeling of missing someone i know who's mine and ONLY mine, yet completely at a loss on how he's doing at the very moment.. inNggrrkkK!! makes all the hair in my body stand to their ends.. i don't know, but my morbid imaginations keep twitching my insides.. i wanted to be with him.. i wanted to feel his presence.. i wanted to feel the warmth he always gives me.. and badly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaY, okay, so i got that.. for the super ultimate last [i want it redundantly stressed] time, i'm gonna tell myself to stop all angst-ridden thoughts about you.. i just didn't like those &lt;i&gt;parinig&lt;/i&gt; thingies, in case you haven't noticed, i never did that to you.. i kind of demand a little respect, though, and i believe i got it.. i'm going to lower my war flag now, really.. you're not gonna hear [err... read?!] anything from me again... this is the most impeccable super ultimate last [AGAIN, I WANT IT REDUNDANTLY STRESSED, INDICATING &lt;strong&gt;I RUDDY HELL MEAN IT..&lt;/strong&gt;] time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-810042576425069601?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-2380307042134055671</id><published>2007-08-10T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T11:59:32.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weng-tagged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;just because weng tagged everyone who'd read her post, i'm gonna do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;miss na kita, weng...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 names you go by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;tessa&lt;br /&gt;tessy&lt;br /&gt;te&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 screen names you've had:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;tessica [courtesy of jane]&lt;br /&gt;the subordinate&lt;br /&gt;the purple pyrolyptic princess&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 physical things you like about yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my nose&lt;br /&gt;my eyes&lt;br /&gt;my clavicle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 physical things you don't like about yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my hair&lt;br /&gt;my fingers&lt;br /&gt;my legs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 parts of your heritage:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;latin-spanish&lt;br /&gt;indian&lt;br /&gt;pagkabingi... err.. hahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things that scare you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;squirming worms&lt;br /&gt;hissing snakes&lt;br /&gt;crawling caterpillars&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 of your favorite bands:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MYMP&lt;br /&gt;Make Your Momma Proud&lt;br /&gt;Juris and Chin... hehehehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 of your favorite songs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Said I Love You But I Lied&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's Gonna Stop Us&lt;br /&gt;You Are My Song&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things you want in a relationship:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;honesty&lt;br /&gt;loyalty&lt;br /&gt;.. fun ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 truths and a lie in no particular order:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i watch porn..&lt;br /&gt;i'm not mad at THEM anymore..&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to adore Prof. Sese... &lt;em&gt;tanong?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things about the preferred sex that appeals to you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;intelegenté&lt;br /&gt;30% humor&lt;br /&gt;UNDERSTANDING..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 of your favorite hobbies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;magbasa&lt;br /&gt;matulog&lt;br /&gt;kumain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things you really want to do badly right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;mag-blog&lt;br /&gt;magbasa ng Deathly Hollows uli&lt;br /&gt;mag Mystery Case Files&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 careers you've considered/you're considering:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;systems analyst&lt;br /&gt;COE&lt;br /&gt;professor na terror&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 places you want to go on vacation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Paris&lt;br /&gt;London&lt;br /&gt;UK&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 kids' names you like:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nymphadora&lt;br /&gt;Gertrude&lt;br /&gt;Bartemius&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things you want to do before you die:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;play the guitar&lt;br /&gt;write&lt;br /&gt;do my Last Will and Testament&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 ways that you are stereotypically a guy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i prefer jeans and shirt&lt;br /&gt;i prefer immediate action&lt;br /&gt;I AM IMPLOSIVE..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 ways that you are stereotypically a girl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i'm a banshee.. ever heard of a guy banshee?&lt;br /&gt;i have a prince..&lt;br /&gt;i hate being messy.. (though sometimes, I am..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 celebrity crushes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shia Labeouf&lt;br /&gt;Tom Felton&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 persons you're tagging:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;the person who reads this&lt;br /&gt;the person who understood this..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO ON...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-2380307042134055671?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/2380307042134055671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=2380307042134055671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/2380307042134055671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/2380307042134055671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/08/weng-tagged.html' title='weng-tagged...'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-6086766794150808685</id><published>2007-08-06T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T08:39:14.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the louder wave...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;herE's the louder waVe... i've been away from the blogging world for eons, i almost forgot i had a blog.. but i had no idea of deleting it &lt;strike&gt;like kuya armand did&lt;/strike&gt;, not really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason perhaps, is/are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. MY PRINCE..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;among all my priorities, i now choose him first.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. academic works..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that Professor Sese is killing my wits..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. i prefer developing bonds with the staffers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuya stephen, he's been making a lot of tambays now.. because of his morbid schedule, probably.. i'm looking forward to have a chat with ate melissa next.ÜÜ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Harry Potter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HP hooked me again.. i really love that magical boy..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;warning.. spoilers alert!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it.. &lt;b&gt;Severus Snape&lt;/b&gt; actually became my &lt;b&gt;favorite&lt;/b&gt; character when i read the Deathly Hallows.. &lt;strike&gt;err.. or storytold, thanks a lot, kuya ninong&lt;/strike&gt; i mean, yeah, he's been good to have given Harry an &lt;i&gt;Exceeds Expectations&lt;/i&gt; in his OWL but portraying himself as Harry's real-life father when Harry (or ANYONE) least knew it, was SO AN ANGEL OF HIM.. he even died for Harry.. awwwww.. Snape was so sorry when he told Voldemort about the prophecy because the only woman he loved, Lily, died because of it.. Dumbledore was reluctant to accept apologies of a Death-Eater thereof, but when Snape reassured him of protecting Harry, he forgave him as well.. now i know why Dumbledore trusts Snape so much.. because he knows how to love... AWWWW... if his life wasn't touched by Lily Evans, i doubt these things to happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't look like I got a bit of HP hangover, do I? don't get mad at me for the spoilers, i warned you.. hehehe.Ü&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so much for the hangover, yes, so much.. digressing, i got so touched at nashy-bunny's line,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"tessy understands everything.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. flattering, ain't it? well, i really do.. the only thing i don't understand is why some other people don't comprehend when it is so much easy to do.. or at least, if my hazard guess won't fail me—forgive me for the lack of seemly modesty—because i had been just too good..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;pleasant thing i had manners.. or else, i'd just give another reason for myself to disdain such persons valuing irresolution.. or must i? just because a regular term student by the name i wouldn't say, tells half the school's population that i'm such a &lt;i&gt;bobo&lt;/i&gt; or a &lt;i&gt;tanga&lt;/i&gt; or any name that person hankers to call me, i'd be mortified? ah, an absurd upshot.. i recently found out from someone &lt;b&gt;not so close to me&lt;/b&gt; that that person had done it again.. i've gone far away enough from visiting something that belongs to that person, nor have i remarked on anything that person willfully says (about not so interesting topics like disparaging or whatsoever) yet that person still can't get enough.. i couldn't tell that person's conceited (although i could) because i am avoiding despicableness.. all i can do the next time i come across that person is to smile and say two contemptuous words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"BLESS YOU.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you haven't got epistaxis yet upon looking my words in the lexica..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-6086766794150808685?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/6086766794150808685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=6086766794150808685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/6086766794150808685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/6086766794150808685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/08/louder-wave.html' title='the louder wave...'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-5975550519174596250</id><published>2007-07-27T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T19:41:52.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;builder hell week..&lt;br /&gt;academics' first quiz bombardings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spell B-U-S-Y and I'd go mad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i let my prince taste my mom's spaghetti... mmmmm.. *yum* he even said it resembled that of Jollibee's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i flunked my stupid C2 Laboratory again... bummer... thanks to Naj, i had perfected my drills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i cheated... so what?? but i didn't cheat in PHY130, MIND YOU... that was the fruit of my perspirations.. i gave it a little extra time, because i'm not that good in analysis... i'm taking 15 minutes just in analyzing one problem... but i get the answers correctly, just that it's time-consuming, really.. i repeat.. I DIDN'T CHEAT IN PHY130...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who are kind-hearted enough to insult me, here are some reminders...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never insult an idealist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; It's rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; It's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; You won't like it when they hit back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; Look at the mirror first. You may not know, but you might be pertaining to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; Be aware that each time you do it, you're getting more and more pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.&lt;/b&gt; There's no benefit in doing such. Your grades won't even go higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.&lt;/b&gt; You'll just prove yourself that you're a ridiculous bratty hooligan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.&lt;/b&gt; You'll realize that you're just as feeble-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.&lt;/b&gt; You'll ignite yourself early in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.&lt;/b&gt; You're fooling no one but yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-5975550519174596250?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/5975550519174596250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=5975550519174596250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakaasar pala yung ginagawa ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAGUMPAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sige, sige... go ahead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumbong ka na sa mga kakampi mo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UMIYAK KA NA ULI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-5135270405178815209?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/5135270405178815209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=5135270405178815209&amp;isPopup=true' 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ako...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;uuuyy... dinayo niya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sweet... nakakatouch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakakilig...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero di katulad mo, WALA NA AKONG MARAMI PANG SASABIHIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOSER...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-8896783592690527103?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/8896783592690527103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-2002812101199289653</id><published>2007-07-20T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:52:46.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>excluded na dalawa pala hah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaay nako...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU THINK IS THE POINT???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;dinadayo niyo pa rin pala itong blog ko... honestly, &lt;b&gt;NAKAKA-FLATTER NAMAN..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;parinig-parinig pa kayo,, kala niyo naman hindi ko alam na pinariringgan niyo ako.. please lang hah.. next time pag magpaparinig kayo, GALINGAN NIYO NAMAN.. &lt;a href="http://scarlet-burned-angst.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;punyeta...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;gusto niyo magsulat pa ako tungkol sa inyo? sure,, i'd love to.. lalo na tungkol dun sa &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;weakling...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; subaybayan niyo hah.. huwag kayong mag-alala.. rest assured na &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;walang wrong grammar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; sa isusulat ko.. *bow*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-2002812101199289653?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/2002812101199289653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=2002812101199289653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/2002812101199289653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/2002812101199289653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/07/dalawang-excluded-pala-hah.html' title='excluded na dalawa pala hah...'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-1592253253890063427</id><published>2007-07-15T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:13:14.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>discombobulated...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;yeah.. i'm really discombobulated (yeah, harold and venz influenced me regarding that stupid word...) on thinking about things i shouldn't even think about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bother my own self..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's irritating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked me this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"tatagal pa ba??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what that actually means,&lt;br /&gt;I'M ALREADY HELL DUMBFOUNDED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid..&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of thinking about things...&lt;br /&gt;i'm bothered...&lt;br /&gt;i'm not keeping my cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again,, i'm. . . i'm. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbatxHifl_I/RpntuF5ZoCI/AAAAAAAAACY/4jN9cjbTX4o/s1600-h/594406362l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087358630204383266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbatxHifl_I/RpntuF5ZoCI/AAAAAAAAACY/4jN9cjbTX4o/s200/594406362l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-1592253253890063427?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbatxHifl_I/RpntuF5ZoCI/AAAAAAAAACY/4jN9cjbTX4o/s72-c/594406362l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-6774188427981841374</id><published>2007-07-14T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T17:31:42.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sa wakas... i miss you, blog!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;yEssss!!! nakapaG-bLog din! pasensiya na sa aking mga mambabasa kung hindi ako nakakapag-update,, taena ang dami kong ginagawa kahit first week pa lang ng klase.. shEtness.. so ano ba ang baLita? maDami.. sObranG dami..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;good nEws mUna o baD nEws?.. baD mUna..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BAD NEWS..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Prof. ko si Sir Sarkhan Baun..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinakaterror sa Dept. of Physics.. Masaya na siya kapag kalahati lang ng klase ang pumapasa sa kanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Prof. ko si Sir Jerome de la Cruz..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinakaterror sa Dept. of Mathematics and Mechanics.. pag cuberoot ng klase ang nakapasa na, mataas na passing rate na sa kanya yun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Prof. ko ang baklang si Sir Sese..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lechugas talaga.. terror term ba ito? Siya ang prof ko sa Electromagnetics.. terrorizer ng EE-ECE-CoE Dept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Na-Stranded ako sa 7-11 dahil sa atribidang ulan nung Tuesday..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pakshet talaga,, bumaha sa intramuros at bumaho ang paa ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. May mga "magagaling" akong kaklase sa Com Programming 2..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaRgghh.. punYeta.. niLayuaN na nGa eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Pumalpak ang printing ng TNB ad posters at mali ang pirma sa Press ID ko..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaayy.. may topak talaga ang brother printer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. naAsaR na naMan anG pRinsiPe ko daHiL sa hinDi kami naKanooD nG HP..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaaY,, ang dami ko kaSing ginagawa eh.. cRam diTo, cRam doon.. hinDi ko na aLam kuNg panO makakaBawi.. ='(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;o diBa.. totaL maLas.. gRrr!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gOod nEws naMan..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. naKabonDing si aTe annA..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Poka de Gracia... wEeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. kUmukuLit na si kUya bHadz..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nYahahahaha.=) naG-ooPen up na siYa nG paunTi-unTi.. yEy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. niGht-oUt, jUnioRs!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gRabeh, na-miSs ko taLaga anG mGa ganUng mOmeNts.. ABRA ACADEMY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. naKakakuLitan na si aTe meLissa..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iTo anG da bEst na nanGyari diS weEk.. nYahahahaha.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. nakiTa kO si KatRina HaLiLi up cLose..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mUkha siYa taLaganG diYosa.. anG kuLit nUng naGperfOrm siYa sa schooL.. hiniLa siYa nG mGa tao.. hEhehe.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;o siya, siya.. ito lang muna.. dami pa ko tatapusin.. haaaaay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-6774188427981841374?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/6774188427981841374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=6774188427981841374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/6774188427981841374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/6774188427981841374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/07/sa-wakas-i-miss-you-blog.html' title='sa wakas... i miss you, blog!!'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-8733888018122211014</id><published>2007-07-09T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T11:37:43.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hehehehe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just noticed something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't the only one who's having a tongue like a sword here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after several eons of thinking i had the most powerful tongue the peer had, this one came.. and to my horror of horrors — I WAS DETHRONED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no... this can't be.. i was accused that way, SO I SHOULD BE &lt;strike&gt;needless to say, to make them miserable&lt;/strike&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on second thought, it's nothing.. really.. i was on the verge of &lt;i&gt;"need... to be... *choke* back on my throne!!"&lt;/i&gt; but it was time i hand it to someone who is aspiring enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND YOU GOT IT..&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-8733888018122211014?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/8733888018122211014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=8733888018122211014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/8733888018122211014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/8733888018122211014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/07/hehehehe.html' title='hehehehe..'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-6803727617896843849</id><published>2007-07-05T05:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T17:16:31.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sige lang.... school year's starting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oops.. may mga nakikisali na.. yihee.. the more, the merrier.. sali kayo? sumali lang kayo hanggang gusto ninyo.. huwag niyo lang sagarin ang pasensya ko.. you don't know what i could do and how much influence i've got.. THAT'S A THREAT, MIND YOU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;tsk. tsk. tsk. the world would be much better if effeminacy wasn't born.. such &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; judgemental persons are never seeing and acknowledging their own fallacies.. bitches in their own ways, they don't even mind if they irritate other people.. all they do is CRITCIZE, SNEER IN, and BELITTLE... oh, i forgot.. and to DISPARAGE, too.. have never even admitted their own slip-ups.. oh well.. just so you know, i don't want to involve myself in these kind of shallow stupor.. &lt;b&gt;I'M ALLERGIC TO IT..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;yeah.. i'm beginning to hate the powerpuff girls for some reasons only me and my prince knew.. i'm kicking off to abhor those cuddly little girls literally and figuratively.. they resemble some. . . ewww.. just the thought of it makes all the hair on my body stand to their ends.. &lt;b&gt;blossom&lt;/b&gt; is a stupid pinky little &lt;i&gt;tiyanak&lt;/i&gt;.. she always gets in the way and make it a point to tell everybody's faces who's boss.. believes her influence is BIG, not to mention her. . . err.. yeah, is, too.. &lt;b&gt;bubbles&lt;/b&gt; is the blabbermouth who keeps on saying nonsense things but to no avail—like her bossy sister—she's also a &lt;i&gt;tiyanak&lt;/i&gt;.. a crybaby as everybody see it, i can't be fooled by her bitchin' around.. &lt;b&gt;buttercup...&lt;/b&gt; yes, yes.. i hate her the most.. OR SHOULD I SAY, &lt;b&gt;LOATHE!!&lt;/b&gt; i wonder why she and blossom keeps on going on very well because they both have very big heads for a boss.. her pesky little &lt;i&gt;tiyanak&lt;/i&gt; trait makes an eyebrow of mine raise.. she's acting like she's so brave and all, but deep inside, has this stupid thing for Ace of the Gang Green Gang.. aaaaargh.. witless little &lt;i&gt;tiyanaks&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;weee.. the school year's starting.. can't wait to activate my nerdy mode again.. school events, laboratory reports and numbers are waiting for my brain to absorb them.. i need a huge notebook, a file case, at least 4 hours of sleep, and cuddles.. i promise i'd do well this term.. so much of the three's i've been acquiring the past terms.. I WON'T GET A THREE THIS TERM.. or at least not because I'd do things myself and/or with Alvin.. no room for being a parasite to toxic &lt;strike&gt;friends&lt;/strike&gt;classmates.. yey..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-6803727617896843849?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/6803727617896843849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=6803727617896843849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/6803727617896843849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/6803727617896843849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/07/sige-lang-school-years-starting.html' title='sige lang.... school year&apos;s starting...'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-1921173522930923921</id><published>2007-07-03T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:42:30.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tnb chorba warz 2007!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/CopyofIMG_0565.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/CopyofIMG_0565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;TNB CHORVA WARS 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PANGASINAN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;it's nice to be away from the vast dominions of scholasticity.. and i mean &lt;b&gt;very, very nice..&lt;/b&gt; a two-day vacation is not enough to run away from the &lt;b&gt;stupid&lt;/b&gt; peer pressures and not-so-high-nor-so-low academic performances.. it could've been even more worthwhile if my prince was there, too.. but surely, all of us experienced one thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SEVERE EXHAUSTION..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun, though.. a new experience for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;dahil naglandian lang kami ni dothzy-bunny at nashie-bunny sa van, kami ang mga comatose pagdating sa resort.. bago kami dumating dun, nagstop-over muna kami sa isang gasoline station sa NLEX at nag-picture moments &lt;strike&gt;not to mention pati pokpok pictures&lt;/strike&gt;.. merong picture si kuya ean na mukhang masasagasaan siya ng truck.. haha.Ü nakakaloka.. tapos, beach kaagad.. nilibing namin si kuya bhadju sa buhangin.. second layer si kuya ean.. kasabay nun ang sand castle building na walang matinong output.. ang resulta? harutan na lang with the neon-colored frisbee.. tapos, comatose moments na naman.. k.o. ang karamihan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KUYA STEPHEN, congrats for being promoted as the new Sports Editor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Huwag kalimutan ang pizza.=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;nag-open forum din nun.. ang setting, sa kwartong amoy liqueur.. patay ang ilaw.. past 10pm.. ang una, si &lt;b&gt;kuya ninong..&lt;/b&gt; nahirapan daw siya i-edit ang headline article namin ni kuya venz.. waaah.. nabigla kasi ako sa sudden change.. ang ikalawa, si &lt;b&gt;kuya ean..&lt;/b&gt; may kulang pa raw sa writing style ko.. pero sa layouting skills, wala namang problema.. high-level daw ang creativity skills ko, pero siguraduhin ko lang daw na hindi magmimistulang blog ang newspaper layout.. okay.. si &lt;b&gt;kuya nico&lt;/b&gt;, medyo mareklamo daw kami ni venz.. haha.c= partly true naman eh.. 70% of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;now i'm seeing the differences.. &lt;b&gt;kuya nico is not kuya ace..&lt;/b&gt; si kuya ace, parang lolo.. spoiled lahat ng staff niya sa kanya, wherein kuya nico wants us to move for ourselves.. kuya nico implements discipline on our own, and he wants it in his reign.. ngayon, naiintindihan ko na.. &lt;b&gt;hindi kami namimismanage..&lt;/b&gt; it's just that the people around me got so used to how kuya ace treated them before..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hindi ko akalaing may ganun palang perceptions ang kuya nico about everything.. he's seeing himself as a pessimistic old brute, but in my p.o.v., he's just being practical.. it's when i came to realize—kahit pala ipinagmamalaki ko ang school na tinutuntungan ko, meron din palang mga grudges na namumuo behind nito.. nagmaterialize lang lahat nung sinabi ni kuya nico ang mga ganitong kataga, &lt;i&gt;"The problem is not us.. We're all good here and you know that.. It's just that we're in the realms of deaf ears and blind eyes.."&lt;/i&gt; Tama naman.. hindi nga kami ang problema.. the problem is the super academic-oriented students inhabiting the school itself.. ano nga ba namang mapapala namin sa pagkaganda-ganda at interesanteng brainstorming of ideas kung wala namang magba-bother na maging interesado man lang, di ba? &lt;b&gt;napaka-ironic..&lt;/b&gt; maganda ang TNB, comparing sa mga pinapadalang publications sa office namin.. or siguro wala lang kaming pakialam sa mga balitang nangyayari sa vicinities ng mga school na nagpapadala ng newsletter nila.. haay.. i sympathize for the Mapuan community with kuya nico.. &lt;b&gt;masaklap nga, pero totoo..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Top 10 Quotable Quotes sa Binmaley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang mga kahindik-hindik na mga salita&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. &lt;i&gt;Patawarin ang mga gumawa ng cartoons na 'yan..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—kuya nash on Happy Tree Friends.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. &lt;i&gt;Chorva Wars 2007&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—kuya nico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. &lt;i&gt;*serious* You tried to use martial arts on me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—kuya ean on kuya armand about the camera ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. &lt;i&gt;Bhadju! Pipilipitin ko ang braso mo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—kuya stephen nung nagtago si kuya bhadju sa C.R. para hindi makapagligpit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. &lt;i&gt;Super!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—kuya nash, sa lahat ng bagay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. &lt;i&gt;TESSY! hindi ko maramdaman ang presensya mo, lagi kang comatose sa kwarto!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—kuya venz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. &lt;i&gt;Alin, yung p*ke shorts?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—kuya allan, nang mapag-usapan ang tungkol sa mga shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;i&gt;Si Allan.. Ano ka ba talaga? Hindi ko alam!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—ang pangunguwestion ni ate dothz sa orientation ni kuya allan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;So ang bagong Sports Editor ay... si Stephen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—kuya ninong, announcing ang kapalit niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at ang top 1,, *drum roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;i&gt;DIE, MEAT! DIE!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—kuya armand habang tinataga ang karne para sa menudo&lt;/div&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/5834403099010389822-1921173522930923921?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/1921173522930923921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=1921173522930923921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/1921173522930923921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/1921173522930923921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/07/tnb-chorba-warz-2007.html' title='tnb chorba warz 2007!!!'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-4784500860969704616</id><published>2007-06-29T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T12:04:00.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>water please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;sometimes, it's just so irritating to think about the rows one has had before.. others just laugh it off, and concede it as part of the past.. in my case, i really don't know how i treat past rows.. maybe because i easily forget those kind of things &lt;strike&gt;though they invade my brain everytime i'm mad&lt;/strike&gt; and i move on so fast.. maybe that's a talent.c= but what's my point in writing these kind of things? nothing, really.. just randomizing several thoughts.. after all, the purple pyrolyptic princess knows how to think—don't give any reason for yourself to give a damn about that..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;professionally speaking, i don't mind personal arguments over matters that include anything that will ace my grades.. yes, MY GRADES MATTER even if it doesn't show because i'm being lazy most of the time.. That's another talent for me.. Honestly, i don't take any time for studying, sleeping matters more.. Surprisingly, my said talent never fails me.. But i came to realize things, what i am is my most impeccable destruction.. My laziness will kill me someday and i know that.. So what do these things have to do with several past rows?.. I don't know.. I really don't.. it's just that my laziness of reacting over things causes mere sparks that others grow to sudden ferocious flames.. and i don't see the reason why i have to be wrong everytime i put out the fire.. i also don't know why i should receive such exaggerated and frantic reactions when all i ever did was to clear myself at last for the years i have been wrong and silent.. feeble-mindedness? yes, perfectly true..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'm not alone, though..&lt;/b&gt; i never was.. might be, if i don't have a lot of tasks to do.. i won't be surprised if i receive another exaggerated reaction/s on this post.. thank God, i have been blessed with an understanding mind.. and to all of you, God Bless.. May God clear your minds soon..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SARCASM..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that's one of the services i offer.c= &lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hair... how would one say if he/she has beautiful hair? if it shines jet black? if it doesn't break easily? if split-ends are nowhere to be found? if it feels soft and smooth? different types of hair has certain degrees of being beautiful.. the above characteristics speak for themselves generally.. one common factor of hair product commercials are ladies with long hair, be it curled or perfectly straight.. but what does it take to have jaw-dropping, greatly astounding and gorgeous hair? bummer.. i even don't know things associating those kind of matters for myself.. but i consider my hair beautiful.. long before my grandmother died.. i used to have that shiny and soft jet black hair.. people often asked me to go for hair modelling auditions.. but when my granny died, my mother was so depressed that she called our hairstylist and asked him... errr.. her.. well, to style the both of us.. the finish? i got the flaming red hair of the weasleys and jean grey a.k.a phoenix.. i thought it's good, but i suddenly reverted everything when my hair grew split-ends.. and, i got &lt;b&gt;tired&lt;/b&gt; of managing it.. the good news is, i still have the shiny jet black hair.. it's just that it became dry.. and i mean REALLY dry.. a nightmare.&lt;b&gt;(o_O')&lt;/b&gt; i miss my &lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/buhok.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;long hair&lt;/a&gt;.. and my &lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/pauPau.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;prince's&lt;/a&gt;, too..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just realized something.. &lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/wardte.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is the only &lt;b&gt;good&lt;/b&gt; picture me and my closest buddy in school ever had.. hah! perfect enough to be treasured.. &lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I NEED A NEW VIDEO CARD.. SH*T.. I WANT TO PLAY GAMES BADLY.. and Pangasinan.. Wait for me, i'll be there in a few hours.. Q(",Q)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-4784500860969704616?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/4784500860969704616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=4784500860969704616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/4784500860969704616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/4784500860969704616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/water-please.html' title='water please...'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-87089285881895563</id><published>2007-06-28T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T14:07:55.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a total wow..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just read &lt;a href="http://untoldpinoystories.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;untold pinoy stories&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i could say is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WOW.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my whole life, I've been believing that Filipinos are exceptional about everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS TIME, I'VE PROVED IT...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-87089285881895563?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/87089285881895563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=87089285881895563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/87089285881895563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/87089285881895563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/total-wow.html' title='a total wow..'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-136236808189063537</id><published>2007-06-28T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T12:53:46.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inspire yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Smile.&lt;br /&gt;It makes a world of differences.&lt;br /&gt;Cry.&lt;br /&gt;Holding those emotions in is bad for you.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Kisses are the most wonderful things in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh.&lt;br /&gt;What's the point in hiding happiness?&lt;br /&gt;Frown.&lt;br /&gt;Why not let them know you're unhappy?&lt;br /&gt;Apologize.&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna lose friends.&lt;br /&gt;Hug.&lt;br /&gt;There's no better feeling being wrapped up close to someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;Live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Coz life is everything.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—anonymous.C=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I fell in love twice.. First was with you... Second was the person you became when you're already mine..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Joey to Dawson, &lt;b&gt;Dawson's Creek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life is short.. So break the rules.. Forgive quickly.. Believe slowly.. Love truly.. Laugh uncontrollably.. and never regret anything that made you smile..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—anonymous&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Know what's weird? Day by day nothing seems to change, but pretty soon, everything is different. You just go about your business and one day you realize you're not the same person you used to be. People change whether they decide to or not.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Calvin to Hobbes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's wiser not to expect but to hope—for in expecting, we ask for disappointments while in hoping, we invite surprises.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—anonymous&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never underestimate your potential and never be ashamed of what you are.. Do your best especially when people expect you to do less.. It's because the greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you can't do..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—anonymous&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;an interview with God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;man:&lt;/b&gt; "What surprises You most about humankind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;God:&lt;/b&gt; "That they got bored with childhood, they rush to grow up, and then long to be chiLdren again. That they lose their health to make money and then lose their money to restore their health. That by thinking anxiousLy about the future, they forget the present, such that they live in neither the present nor the future. That they live as if they will never die and die as though they have never lived."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Only a dead fish swims with the current.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—ATF&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our prime purpose in life is to help others. And if you can't help them, at least don't hurt them..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Dalai Lama&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can always trust a dishonest man to be dishonest. It is the honest man you should not trust for you'll never know when he would be dishonest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Captain Jack Sparrow, &lt;b&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Often we stand at life's crossroads and view what we think is the END. But God has a much bigger vision &amp;amp; He tells us, "Relax my child, it's only a BEND."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—anonymous&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone can love a rose but only a great heart can include its thorns.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—anonymous&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;To love is a duty.&lt;br /&gt;To be loved is a gift.&lt;br /&gt;To love someone who loves you is an achievement.&lt;br /&gt;To be loved by someone you love is LIFE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—anonymous&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-136236808189063537?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/136236808189063537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=136236808189063537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/136236808189063537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/136236808189063537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/inspire-yourself.html' title='inspire yourself'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-5930189612463124921</id><published>2007-06-26T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T13:13:13.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haaayy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you haven't noticed, madami nang nakikialam... they're just all in favor of you... natamaan ka lang, ang sama na naman ng reaccionès mo.. so if you &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; want a row... &lt;b&gt;heck.. be fair...&lt;/b&gt; be considerate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU VERY MUCH..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-5930189612463124921?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/5930189612463124921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=5930189612463124921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/5930189612463124921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/5930189612463124921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/haaayy.html' title='haaayy..'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-7920817399489844159</id><published>2007-06-25T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T08:07:18.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha.. cute!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Transforming Electronic Scientific Sabotage Android" src="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com/webimages/chi2-TESSA.png" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Temptress Exchanging Stimulation and Sensual Affection" src="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/webimages/heart-f-TESSA.png" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://monster.namedecoder.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Townsfolk-Eating, Scientist-Snatching Abomination" src="http://monster.namedecoder.com/webimages/banshee-TESSA.png" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com/"&gt;&lt;small&gt;get yours...&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this one from &lt;a href="http://ambersoul.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;supertwin..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COOL...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-7920817399489844159?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/7920817399489844159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=7920817399489844159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/7920817399489844159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/7920817399489844159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/haha-cute.html' title='haha.. cute!!'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-1105821053179693723</id><published>2007-06-25T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T07:48:16.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life reviews</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're everything i wanted and more...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Thomas Andrew Alejandria [friendster shoutout]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The worst feeling isn't being lonely. It's knowing you'll never be remembered by the person you'll never forget.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Alvin Louie Estella [text message]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paano ba namamatay ang isang tao?&lt;br /&gt;..kapaG nagkakasakit siya?&lt;br /&gt;..kapag tumatanda na siya ng sobra?&lt;br /&gt;..kapaG naLason siYa ng kUng ano?&lt;br /&gt;..HiNdi..&lt;br /&gt;NamamaTay anG iSang taO kaPag naLimOt na siYa nG mGa naGmamaHaL sa kanYa at hinDi na siYa muLing maaLaLa pa..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Lufi of One Piece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmmm.. let's see.. my academic review..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;awtz.. i flunked my last exam in &lt;b&gt;Physics..&lt;/b&gt; waaahh.='c an absolute zero.. it's because i haven't got any sleep the night before the exam because of our defective machine problem.. i did the documentation and my brain got totally drained.. so, the result, I HAVEN'T ANSWERED ANY OF THE THREE ITEMS.. waahh.='c i really wish professor de leon would pass me.. after all, i've got 85 additional points, and homeworks with perfect scores.. all i have to do is to ace the final exam.. yeah, i really should..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;next awe is &lt;b&gt;mechanics..&lt;/b&gt; waaah.='c i really felt bad about the last exam.. and i lacked one homework.. looks like i got a hang-over by my defense blues.. my brain seemed to malfunction after that sleepless night.. and it's killing me.. i really have to do that project, alright.. i've decided to max that project up to give a reason to my professor to pass me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i haven't got any problem with my &lt;b&gt;first major subject&lt;/b&gt; now.. thanks to the PR skills &lt;b&gt;kuya ace&lt;/b&gt; had taught me, i'll be passing.. weeee,, and the defense, i/we aced it.. cool.. a big thanks to &lt;b&gt;fritzie&lt;/b&gt;, by the way.. if it weren't for her GC attitude, our group won't be able to make it.. and C++.. i couldn't practice at home because i don't have that daft of a software.. and now that i have it, HaH! i'm learning! weheheheh.. i ran a simple program with the usual output of "Hello World!".. at first, it wouldn't run, and i got pissed off.. i told myself, &lt;i&gt;"hey, you're hopeless in Borland C++.. feed yourself in Visual Basic 6.0 instead.."&lt;/i&gt; nyahahaha.. but when i halted to a last try, to my surprise, IT RAN! THE SIMPLE &lt;strike&gt;STUPID&lt;/strike&gt; PROGRAM RAN!! hahaha.Ü i promise myself to excel in all my programming subjects, from now on.. weeeeeee.. &lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now, my peer review..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok.. that's it.. I REALLY NEED A BREAK.. a break from you, guys.. you're all giving me a headache.. i already got fed up by your &lt;a title="and angst lived for me again.." href="http://scarlet-burned-angst.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;__________&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaay.. super miss ko na ang HS darlings ko.. &lt;b&gt;ang buong bottomless..&lt;/b&gt; gusto ko na silang makita.. gusto ko na silang makasama.. at makaharutan uli.. makapagtribute nga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol type="a"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lyn Loraine Teaño&lt;/b&gt; - ang hot chick.. bitchy.. JOKE! ang may pinakamaraming kwento.. kahit sex layp niyan, ikukuwento pa.. ang pinaka-sexy.. at higit sa lahat, patatawanin ka pag nalulungkot ka.. strong personality, at rest assured kang ipagtatanggol ka..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Louise Myjel Guevarra&lt;/b&gt; - nakow.. kilala na nga talaga ako netong taong to.. alam ang mga sikreto ko, kahit hindi ko sinasabi.. ang nakakaramdam ng aking mayhems.. marunong dumamay.. ang assassin.. magaling magsulat, &gt;toink.. siyempre, journalist 'yan..&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jane Ericka de los Reyes&lt;/b&gt; - ang port.. huh? anu 'yun? wehehehe.. ang umaangkin sa 'ken ng sobra-sobra as a friend.. saksakan ng pagkaselosa.. at loyal din.. dapat na sinasamba pagdating sa badminton.. one good listener..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Richelle Canoza&lt;/b&gt; - ang inaamag kong kaibigan.. sobrang tagal na, since grade 5.. soooper sporty.. energetic.. hinahanap pa rin si mr. right.. dakilang dumadamay din..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miki Jamal Villarama&lt;/b&gt; - oopsie.. lovelife blues.. yun ang madalas namin pagkuwentuhan.. and super miss ko na itong taong 'to.. cute din dimples neto.. at maganda din.. lahat naman kami maganda eh.. masarap ka-txt, kasi hindi ka tatantanan.. naman, nasira pa kasi celfone ko.=(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Osonnie Kay Marcos&lt;/b&gt; - ang prinsesa ng tropa.. prinsesa sa kagandahan.. nagpauso ng annual jabongga palooza.. kakaiba bumanat.. may british accent.. at full force din sa pagdamay.. gosh, namiss tuloy kita, ossie..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Karen Nepomuceno&lt;/b&gt; - lukaret.. pero matalino.. madami ding kwento.. magaling makibagay sa lalake, pano kasi tibo.. joke.. isa pa ring pa-girl 'yan eh.. strong-willed pero mapapaiyak ng tru Lab niya..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eunice Lozada&lt;/b&gt; - isa pa ring mataray.. nawawala ang ilong.. NYAKZ, joke lang yun dude.. pa-demure pag nagbabayad sa jeep.. bungisngis din.. magandang takbuhan.. pwede ring utangan.. nyahahaha..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sheena dela Cruz&lt;/b&gt; - ang pinaka—soft-spoken pero pinakamalutong din magmura.. small but terrible.. kakaiba din bumanat.. da best sa pakikinig.. beware, nangdadakot ng b*obs..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ma. Edhie Laine Sapnu&lt;/b&gt; - si neneng biba.. ang babaeng simula nung bday niya nung 2006 eh nowhere to be found na.. masarap kausap sa open forum, kasi tinatanggap ang mga pagkakamali niya.. isa sa mga pinakamataray, pero grabe umiyak pag na-touch.. nagkukuwento at kinukuwentuhan din.. kakaiba bumanat..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Erlan Alvarez&lt;/b&gt; - a.k.a Papa E.. masarap makipagtawanan.. masarap kakuwentuhan.. makulit.. harot.. at higit sa lahat, alam kung pano magpakilig.. aaaawwww..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jose Mari Escalambre&lt;/b&gt; - a.k.a. Papa Jo.. soooper cutie.. kahit badaf, hinahabol yan.. hindi namin carry ang spanish blood niya.. da best actor in town.. masarap din kakuwentuhan..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sHetnesss... CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW I MISS THESE GUYS??? I DO.. BADLY.. if i could just spend one week with them.. KAHIT ISA LANG.. it would make me feel a lot better.. &lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my love life review... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haay.. nakita ko na ang prinsipe ko umiyak nung nagbonding kaming muli sa liwasang boni.. at nagalit na rin siya sa 'ken.c= yihee.. wala lang, pagod na kasi ako sa lahat kaya nagbreak-down na ako sa harap niya.. ayun, nakita ko din siyang umiiyak.. inay, lalo akong naiyak nun.. umiyak na ang lahat ng tao sa mundo, huwag lang ang prinsipe ko.. hehe.(= eh baket naman siya nagalit?.. sinabi ko kasing magssuicide ako pag iniwan niya ako eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ano ka ba naman!? ayokong mangyari yun, pero pag nangyari yun huwag mo namang gawin yun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.(= he cares.. and he's starting to get mad.. mad at whom? yeah, who else.. but sorry, like the &lt;strike&gt;ludicrous&lt;/strike&gt; song, &lt;i&gt;"Nobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no.. 'Coz i got you.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lucky you, i'm asking him the favor of not getting mad at you.. yeah, my prince also admitted that he's starting to get jealous of TNB.. nyahahahahah.c= but he couldn't give a damn about it because he knows what i've gone through just to work there.. he said he wants to spend more time with me, but i couldn't.. nyahahaha.c= &lt;b&gt;i love you, hunny&lt;/b&gt;.. you're everything i wanted and more.. &lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my TNB review.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yEah, i aLready got twO pEndinG aRticLes.. onE is tHe "Huling Hirit" thankSgiving night of the Archi SC and the other is the 8th Student Research Colloquium.. i covered the latter to see how &lt;b&gt;Ate Anna&lt;/b&gt; reports in front of many people holding the mic.. But it was Ate Kreena who reported.. Kuya Renz already gave me the infos regarding the Huling Hirit night.. and the most exciting parts were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol type="1"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;TNB hires my supertwin..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yEah, Harold is back for next term.. Kuya Nico asked us to look for him.. He didn't tell us why, though.. But when he came face to face with my supertwin, he bursted, "Kunin ka na namin next term.." weeeee.. i miSsed tHat foLk of mine..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;TNB hires my prince..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a biG wEeeeEEe!!!! mY prince gEts jEaLouS oF TNB mOst of tHe time.. bUt nOw, Kuya Nico hired him as the official TNB graphics artist.. wEee! Now, i'd be with him more often.. Kuya Nico always tells us that Kuya Brian (the current graphics artist) is so hard to depend on, because he's always nowhere to be found.. He told me to just talk to Kuya Brian, but on second thought, he said he'd rather do that himself.. and there, my pRincE's naMe wiLL bE incLudEd in TNB's sTaffbOx rOster..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;frantic days of being Mapuans will be over soon.. we're gonna have our final exams next week—meaning, the term will be coming to a halt.. waaaaaahh.. i need a break.. i need months to get away from all of this.. REALLY.. hahahaha.Ü weee.. Pangasinan, wait for me.. I'll be there soon.. bLeh.=p &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and omigawd.. post mortem's coming.. after kuya nico's rages about the June 2007 issue coming out as June 2006 and other staffers' unwillingness to distribute TNB copies, criticism comes next.. &lt;b&gt;lagot.o_O'&lt;/b&gt; haha.Ü the editors mind us junior staffers being abused after all.. i thought that's really our job.. to be &lt;strike&gt;abused&lt;/strike&gt; bombarded with tasks.. but raising our rights of school works, i give a two-thumbs up for my editors, kuya nico, kuya armand, kuya ean, kuya ninong, ate beth and ate anna.. weeee..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for once, i thought i was the one who committed that stupid mistake of the June 2006 bLah-bLah in the frontpage of the newsletter.. but come to think of it, Kuya Armand reminded me to change that.. i don't know why it keeps on coming back to 2006 when i change it to 2007.. haha.Ü about three times, i did that.. i was so full of guilt when dr. mateo (the vice president of the student affairs in school) got absolutely mad about it.. i was relieved when sir benny-bunny and kuya nico confirmed that it was the printing press's fault.. whew!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so.. this is the last time we're going to be with ate anna, ate beth and kuya es.. too bad, we haven't got that much time to be with them and they'll be graduating soon.. i'm giving &lt;b&gt;ate beth&lt;/b&gt; a huge hurrah for gaining the top spot of being the Institute's Civil Engineering Cum Laude.. wow.. ate, that's great job! and to &lt;b&gt;ate anna&lt;/b&gt;, we'll miss you.. you see, i've already inherited your traits [except the &lt;i&gt;katarayan&lt;/i&gt;—i'm not willing to scare people.o_O'] and being compared to you will surely just make me miss you.. we'll miss the &lt;b&gt;lay-outing queen of TNB&lt;/b&gt;.. to &lt;b&gt;kuya es&lt;/b&gt;, though you're nowhere to be found like ate beth [hah!], we won't forget all of those photography-teaching bits.. and our PC will be running fast soon.. bLeh.=p we'll miss you, kuya es.. i wouldn't have anyone to tease Ms. Archi with.. nYahahaha.=p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-1105821053179693723?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/1105821053179693723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=1105821053179693723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/1105821053179693723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/1105821053179693723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-reviews.html' title='life reviews'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-1202976212877944720</id><published>2007-06-17T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T14:58:02.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the temporary angst..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;bummer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm such an unfortunate buff today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why? because:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first, i flunked my diagnostic exam in Physics..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;second, i got wet by the sudden rain..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;third, we saw some people we're not expecting to see in the mall..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fourth, i got wet by that bastard rain again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fifth, he can't move on about unworthy people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the contrary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my prince was here.. and he took away all angst without even trying..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah, i have a message for all of you, too.. don't assume, you know who you are..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you're thinking that i'm mad—&lt;strong&gt;no, i'm not..&lt;/strong&gt; i'm not that feeble-minded to get furious about shallow things.. i'm just feeling the need to &lt;strong&gt;shut up&lt;/strong&gt; because i've already said so much.. i'm just afraid things would get any worse.. &lt;strike&gt;heck, haven't they?&lt;/strike&gt; when i was neutral, you're pushing me to take sides.. now that i've taken one, you're condemning me all.. i mean, isn't that what's suppose to happen? hahaha.. no, i'm not surprised.. and oh, i'm sorry.. i missed that good chance to shut up again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm beginning to be sad for what's happening to my dear friend, &lt;strong&gt;jane&lt;/strong&gt;.. hey there,, you'll get over that soon.. don't worry.. everything will turn out fine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm in warzone right now.. and if i don't stop what i'm doing, bankrupcy is a risk.. haay.. till next blog..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-1202976212877944720?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/1202976212877944720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=1202976212877944720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/1202976212877944720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/1202976212877944720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/temporary-angst.html' title='the temporary angst..'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-2412016295173737718</id><published>2007-06-13T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T11:05:56.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weeee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"for years and years, i had nothing and still have most of it left.."&lt;/i&gt; —TNB logbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"don't disturb me.. i'm trying to live happily ever after.."&lt;/i&gt; —TNB logbook &lt;strike&gt;again&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q(",Q)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;professor de leon is a really good professor.. besides professor novida, he made me learn &lt;b&gt;physics&lt;/b&gt; easily when everybody's perception of the course is one difficult thingumabob.. professor escamilla was also one good instructor, but all my subjects under her are laboratory classes.. what do you expect? yeah, i learn.. it's just that the things i learn don't sink in my brain.. but professor de leon—once he starts talking, even if i'm not in the mood, i can't help but listen.c= &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and angst lives for me.. &lt;a href="http://scarlet-burned-angst.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;*some text missing*&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;para sa 'yo, isang malaking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gets??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my sincerest gratitude to &lt;b&gt;Alvin&lt;/b&gt; for always being there for me.. for being the one &lt;b&gt;who believes that a one-sided situation is not enough&lt;/b&gt; right from the start.. i'm thankful for the trust.. and that backstabbing issue before, i'm over that.. true, i got furious about those thingies, but on second thought, it's already over.. what's the use of &lt;b&gt;crying over spilled milk?&lt;/b&gt; and you already told me you're sorry, right? i &lt;b&gt;believe&lt;/b&gt; the changes you made for yourself.. and i'm glad about that.. and guess what?.. i'd be here for you, too.. always.. like &lt;b&gt;no one&lt;/b&gt; ever did.. hell to others.. we'll make this.. so smile.. you got &lt;b&gt;me..&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to &lt;b&gt;my prince&lt;/b&gt;, haHa.Ü you and your blog never fail to make me smile.. thanks for the strength you're giving me &lt;strike&gt;not to mention also the voltage rundowns on my spine&lt;/strike&gt;.. i'm making it all because of you, though sometimes &lt;strike&gt;you're not helping&lt;/strike&gt; you don't feel the way i'm feeling but at least you're trying to.. and being my strength—that's more than enough.. oh well, that's &lt;b&gt;love..&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;b&gt;abs&lt;/b&gt;, dude!! thanks for listening.. hehehe.Ü that sure helped.. i'm such an implosive person, and spilling out really matters to me.. i'm already owing you a lot of things—from listening to me about awes on my prince, up to this time.. i'll repay you in time.. and yeah, your blog needs updating.=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;j-mie&lt;/strong&gt;, you're really an angel.. thankz for listening.. need i say more?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-2412016295173737718?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/2412016295173737718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=2412016295173737718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/2412016295173737718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/2412016295173737718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/weeee.html' title='weeee...'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-3546564897445687719</id><published>2007-06-12T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:57:02.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the reason..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you all are probably wondering why ihad this sudden change of blogging.. yeah, i'm surpirsed, too.. i was a fool of believing that my blog is not entering cautious minds.. so now,i'd answer the question.. i bombarded my blog with inspiring thoughts and quotations because i hate &lt;strong&gt;feeble-mindedness &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;inconsiderate feelings&lt;/strong&gt;.. i did posts like that so as to prevent feeble-mindedness from entering into my dear blog,, also, so that anyone who happen to blog hop here will be inspired.. no more room for feeble-mindedness..Ü and yeah, from now on, this will be a &lt;strong&gt;happy blog..&lt;/strong&gt; guarantee yourself that you wouldn't know anything about sadness and anger from me.. i already swallowed my &lt;strong&gt;precious&lt;/strong&gt; pride upon writing about &lt;strong&gt;angst and fury..&lt;/strong&gt; A HAPPY BLOG.. that's all Scarlatto Bruciarè will be for the rest of its life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: so what happened to the angst and fury?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A: Vanished? Like bubbles, perhaps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: That's so not you.. Yes, you have the incredible ability of forgiving and forgetting, only when you already spilled it.. so.... where are they?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A: The only permanent thing in the world is change. I changed angst to bliss.Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: Don't fool yourself.. perhaps in another realms, are they?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A: &lt;a href="http://scarlet-burned-angst.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;[and there was silence...]&lt;/a&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/5834403099010389822-3546564897445687719?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/3546564897445687719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=3546564897445687719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/3546564897445687719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/3546564897445687719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/reason.html' title='the reason..'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-1077060221267880754</id><published>2007-06-09T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:34:04.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gems of wisdom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You're never to old to learn something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;* Smile. Tomorrow will be worse.&lt;br /&gt;* Never miss a good chance to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;* Don't hate yourself in the morning. Sleep til noon.&lt;br /&gt;* Don't run, you'll just die tired.&lt;br /&gt;* Don't steal, that's the government's job.&lt;br /&gt;* The number of people watching you is directly proportional to the stupidity of your action.&lt;br /&gt;* He who laughs last thinks the slowest.&lt;br /&gt;* Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;* Always remember: You're unique. Just like everyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-1077060221267880754?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/1077060221267880754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=1077060221267880754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/1077060221267880754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/1077060221267880754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/gems-of-wisdom-youre-never-to-old-to.html' title=''/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-5886661566425446035</id><published>2007-06-09T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:33:25.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is the meaning of life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nail:&lt;/strong&gt; Taking away the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ice:&lt;/strong&gt; Keeping cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hammer:&lt;/strong&gt; Driving hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calendar:&lt;/strong&gt; Being up to date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knife:&lt;/strong&gt; Being sharp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fire:&lt;/strong&gt; Making light around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glue:&lt;/strong&gt; Sticking to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lamp:&lt;/strong&gt; Being bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clock:&lt;/strong&gt; Being on time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faucet:&lt;/strong&gt; Saving a drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and best of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mistake:&lt;/strong&gt; Learning from it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-5886661566425446035?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/5886661566425446035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=5886661566425446035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/5886661566425446035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/5886661566425446035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-is-meaning-of-life-nail-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-1815458226957665665</id><published>2007-06-09T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:32:00.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Loving someone is like handing someone a gun, having them point it to your heart, and trusting them to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pull the trigger..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-1815458226957665665?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/1815458226957665665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=1815458226957665665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/1815458226957665665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/1815458226957665665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/loving-someone-is-like-handing-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-3763415056758176222</id><published>2007-06-09T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:26:31.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thoughts to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* a day without laughter is a wasted day - &lt;strong&gt;charlie chaplin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;* a true friend stabs you in the front - &lt;strong&gt;oscar wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;* never explain.. your friends don't need it and your enemies won't believe you anyway - &lt;strong&gt;elbert hubbard &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* life is a box of chocolates. you'll never know what you're gonna get - &lt;strong&gt;forrest gump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;* if you're not curious, it's a sign that you're stupid - &lt;strong&gt;dr. frank crane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;* it is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not - &lt;strong&gt;andre gide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-3763415056758176222?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/3763415056758176222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=3763415056758176222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/3763415056758176222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/3763415056758176222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/thoughts-to-share-day-without-laughter.html' title=''/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-77144263444897146</id><published>2007-06-09T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:15:32.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love not because you like that person, nor because you care.. Love not because you know that you can't live without that person.. Instead, &lt;strong&gt;just love.. and forget about why..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-77144263444897146?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/77144263444897146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=77144263444897146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/77144263444897146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/77144263444897146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-not-because-you-like-that-person.html' title=''/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-6344293965242649351</id><published>2007-06-09T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:19:09.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philosophy in life:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything always end up alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things are not alright, then it's not yet the end..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-6344293965242649351?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/6344293965242649351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=6344293965242649351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/6344293965242649351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/6344293965242649351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/philosophy-in-life-everything-always.html' title=''/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-3920317230169873003</id><published>2007-06-09T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:19:39.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A little boy was asked what forgiveness is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave a beautiful answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is the fragrance that flowers give when they are crushed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-3920317230169873003?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-3205649673358913121</id><published>2007-06-09T16:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:11:57.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To be understanding is more important than to be right. Sometimes, all a person needs is not a brilliant mind that speaks but a patient heart that listens..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-3205649673358913121?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/3205649673358913121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=3205649673358913121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/3205649673358913121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/3205649673358913121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-be-understanding-is-more-important.html' title=''/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-2757357601828271570</id><published>2007-06-09T16:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:11:38.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thoughts of realization:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are what you read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What you think is what you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are exactly what you hate about others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What you appreciate in others is what you like them to appreciate in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-2757357601828271570?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/2757357601828271570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=2757357601828271570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/2757357601828271570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/2757357601828271570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/thoughts-of-realization-you-are-what.html' title=''/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-5628710211675353172</id><published>2007-06-09T16:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:10:55.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;They say friends are rewards.. The more you do good, the greater the ones you get.. i got you.. makes me wonder, have I really been that good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-5628710211675353172?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/5628710211675353172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=5628710211675353172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/5628710211675353172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/5628710211675353172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/they-say-friends-are-rewards.html' title=''/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-2657607615066753727</id><published>2007-06-09T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:07:35.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Consider yourself as a caterpillar.. The ones who love you are the nourishing leaves, the ones who hurt you is the coccoon. Remember, you won't be a butterfly without nourishment, you won't develop wings without the coccoon.. There are no heroes nor villains in life.. Just people with different roles to teach you one great lesson.. &lt;strong&gt;TO FLY..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-2657607615066753727?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/2657607615066753727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=2657607615066753727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/2657607615066753727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/2657607615066753727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/consider-yourself-as-caterpillar.html' title=''/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-1253068101937234365</id><published>2007-06-09T16:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:05:51.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friends are the best interpreters, because even in silence even when nothing is said, and even if they don't know what has happened, they don't ask you questions.. They just understand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-1253068101937234365?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/1253068101937234365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=1253068101937234365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/1253068101937234365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/1253068101937234365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/friends-are-best-interpreters-because.html' title=''/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-3832806678440650057</id><published>2007-06-09T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:05:28.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you know why it's &lt;strong&gt;so hard&lt;/strong&gt; to be &lt;strong&gt;in love&lt;/strong&gt; after a &lt;strong&gt;broken heart&lt;/strong&gt;? Because you no longer know how to make the next one special because you made the first one so special thinking s/he's your last..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-3832806678440650057?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/3832806678440650057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=3832806678440650057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/3832806678440650057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/3832806678440650057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/do-you-know-why-its-so-hard-to-be-in.html' title=''/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-5081595807055453607</id><published>2007-06-09T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:01:20.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes, God gives us an &lt;strong&gt;orange&lt;/strong&gt; when we asked for an &lt;strong&gt;apple&lt;/strong&gt; because &lt;strong&gt;He knows&lt;/strong&gt; that the season &lt;strong&gt;won't give us the sweetest one&lt;/strong&gt;.. Everything is&lt;strong&gt; beautiful&lt;/strong&gt; in its own &lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-5081595807055453607?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/5081595807055453607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=5081595807055453607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/5081595807055453607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/5081595807055453607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/post-7_09.html' title='post 7'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-1688383962136228344</id><published>2007-06-08T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T16:26:28.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Being &lt;strong&gt;broken hearted&lt;/strong&gt; is like having a pair of &lt;strong&gt;broken ribs&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It looks &lt;strong&gt;okay on the outside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;—but &lt;strong&gt;every breath hurts&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-1688383962136228344?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/1688383962136228344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=1688383962136228344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/1688383962136228344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/1688383962136228344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/post-7.html' title='post 7'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-4615131739635699816</id><published>2007-06-08T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T13:37:09.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It takes a thousand brains to explain what &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; is,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT ONLY TWO HEARTS TO KNOW..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-4615131739635699816?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/4615131739635699816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=4615131739635699816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/4615131739635699816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/4615131739635699816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/post-6.html' title='post 6'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-4573605578200959490</id><published>2007-06-08T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T13:32:57.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's better to &lt;strong&gt;fall in love&lt;/strong&gt; in just &lt;strong&gt;one minute &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;treasure it for a lifetime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to love for a &lt;strong&gt;lifetime&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;hate it every minute of your life&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-4573605578200959490?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/4573605578200959490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=4573605578200959490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/4573605578200959490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/4573605578200959490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/post-5.html' title='post 5'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-221974580867595472</id><published>2007-06-08T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T12:56:12.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if you cannot get someone off your mind, it is maybe because s/he is supposed to be there.. REMEMBER.. the mind can recognize what the &lt;u&gt;heart&lt;/u&gt; is trying to deny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-221974580867595472?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/221974580867595472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=221974580867595472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/221974580867595472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/221974580867595472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/post-4.html' title='post 4'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-8297942828334043779</id><published>2007-06-08T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:54:09.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you shouldn't be stupid to fall in love with someone stupid enough NOT to fall in love with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-8297942828334043779?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-5871056523901412668</id><published>2007-06-08T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:54:26.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life can be so unfair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking a meal takes an our but eating it takes 5 minutes..&lt;br /&gt;Constructing a building takes 6 moths but blowing it up takes 30 seconds..&lt;br /&gt;Earning PhP10,000 takes 30 days but paying the cashier PhP8,000 for a celfone takes 2 seconds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it's pretty much amazing that a one-second kiss on the check can make your day, a 5 second glimpse of your crush can make your week, and a 10-second hug can take away one year pain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-5871056523901412668?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/feeds/5871056523901412668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5834403099010389822&amp;postID=5871056523901412668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/5871056523901412668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5834403099010389822/posts/default/5871056523901412668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-morsmordre.blogspot.com/2007/06/post-2.html' title='post 2'/><author><name>the purple pyrolyptic princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192719283504357951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c376/purplelipz/aKew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834403099010389822.post-2004077481755926736</id><published>2007-06-08T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T12:58:18.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;if you can't accept me at my &lt;strong&gt;worst&lt;/strong&gt;, then you don't deserve me at my &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5834403099010389822-2004077481755926736?l=my-morsmordre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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