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term='meme'/><category term='tech'/><category term='drawing'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='author'/><category term='Lisa Kleypas'/><category term='julia quinn'/><category term='gossip girl'/><category term='Extra'/><category term='politics'/><category term='tutorial'/><category term='random'/><category term='Endless question with one answer'/><category term='susan elizabeth phillips'/><category term='website'/><category term='blog'/><category term='book'/><category term='Julie Mathison'/><category term='life'/><category term='Kingdom of Dreams'/><category term='music box'/><category term='passion'/><category term='Only With Your Love'/><category term='Royce Westmoreland'/><category term='Whitney Stone'/><category term='julianne moore'/><category term='emily browning'/><category term='reality bites'/><category term='remus/tonks'/><category term='diane lane'/><category term='Nathan/Niki'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='point of view'/><category term='csi:new york'/><category term='emma'/><category term='anime'/><category term='spoilers'/><category term='fail'/><category term='special day'/><category term='Paul Varjack'/><category term='gmail'/><category term='Justin Vallerand'/><category term='Laura Lee Guhrke'/><title type='text'>My life in Sandwich</title><subtitle type='html'>this journal is just messier as the owner</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>531</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-2786998597719770348</id><published>2011-04-21T04:10:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T04:10:59.553+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have moved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;This is my new blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ohmyhael.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ohmyhael.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see you there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-2786998597719770348?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/2786998597719770348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/2786998597719770348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-have-moved.html' title='I have moved!'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-4771894318682147872</id><published>2011-01-02T17:46:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T17:46:08.363+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Book love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSB9M57wf5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/jntob810Y_c/s1600/Picture+1437.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSB9M57wf5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/jntob810Y_c/s1600/Picture+1437.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How older they get, they are still loved.&lt;/b&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/16959096-4771894318682147872?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/4771894318682147872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/4771894318682147872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2011/01/book-love.html' title='Book love!'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSB9M57wf5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/jntob810Y_c/s72-c/Picture+1437.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-6232530536001271616</id><published>2011-01-02T16:53:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:53:48.985+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>A sudden come back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSB08tzigUI/AAAAAAAAAVY/nLbhM7Knexw/s1600/Picture+1466.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm back&lt;/i&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/16959096-6232530536001271616?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/6232530536001271616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/6232530536001271616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2011/01/sudden-come-back.html' title='A sudden come back'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSB08tzigUI/AAAAAAAAAVY/nLbhM7Knexw/s72-c/Picture+1466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-7818965118443906331</id><published>2010-11-05T04:43:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T04:43:06.649+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I moved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://seriouslyhereonearth.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://seriouslyhereonearth.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because seriously it's time to move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-7818965118443906331?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/7818965118443906331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/7818965118443906331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-moved.html' title='I moved!'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-1300162405379199035</id><published>2010-05-29T17:36:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T17:42:01.111+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisa Kleypas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married by morning'/><title type='text'>Book Review: Married by Morning - Lisa Kleypas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TAEYvAnb7gI/AAAAAAAAAVA/PYJ-ORErBaQ/s1600/n343362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TAEYvAnb7gI/AAAAAAAAAVA/PYJ-ORErBaQ/s320/n343362.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476685817757560322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/100713584/13528139" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh good god can I just embrace Lisa Kleypas for this fantastic book she had written? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after a long wait Leo and Cat story is published. Hallelujah. From the very first time that Leo and Cat had their first bickering, I knew this two would made a very good couple. Lisa was able to shape their story perfectly in the books that came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Married by Morning Leo and Cat relationship developed from constant bickering to falling in love. Leo and Cat's story was so romantic I keep on giggling to myself. Reading their story made me fall hard for Leo and wished that I have a Leo of my own. God, Leo was just perfect. He was utterly, undeniably romantic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Cat, Cat remained true to her character in the previous books. Her history was just a bit flimsy, though. lol. I was expecting something heavy but it can be overlook. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was perfect (I just wish that Cat's history was a bit different, something that would make an impact in Leo and Cat's love story. That's just me though. lol). Lisa did a very great job in this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Reading Beatrix' story made me want to want it so badly. I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rating: 5/5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-1300162405379199035?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/1300162405379199035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/1300162405379199035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/05/book-review-married-by-morning-lisa.html' title='Book Review: Married by Morning - Lisa Kleypas'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TAEYvAnb7gI/AAAAAAAAAVA/PYJ-ORErBaQ/s72-c/n343362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-2234862177309551790</id><published>2010-04-24T19:07:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:17:40.082+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bradbradbrad'/><title type='text'>book of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/3300/rg3.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FmnDXRJ7btE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FmnDXRJ7btE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest love, I'll read to you anytime&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-2234862177309551790?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/2234862177309551790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/2234862177309551790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/04/book-of-love.html' title='book of love'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-8686264872887375283</id><published>2010-04-24T08:49:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T05:39:31.941+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love notes'/><title type='text'>of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/1181.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am love about to explode.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a different definition of what love is. How we describe it. How we understood it. I have searched in dictionary. com how they define what love is. According to their website, love is:&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.&lt;br /&gt;2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend....&lt;/blockquote&gt;Honestly, I couldn't define what love is. I used to wonder if you are crushing on someone does that mean you love the person? If you desire someone does that mean you love him? When you care about someone does that mean you love them? When you want this person to be just around all the time does that mean you love them? Or you are just merely fond of them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-8686264872887375283?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/8686264872887375283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/8686264872887375283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/04/of-love.html' title='of love'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/th_1181.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-1453216052013622883</id><published>2010-04-23T04:48:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T06:02:10.955+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>sniff</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/1128.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"Welcome to the real world. It sucks. You're gonna love it!" - Monica Geller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How many times I have read this quote? I don't know if I should take it sarcastically. Does the real world &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; sucks? And will I really love it? I sure hope that I will do. But for now, I don't know. I am so unsure of what will come as I am about to take this another new chapter of my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This feeling reminded me of my first day back when I was a kid. I used to cry when my nanny would leave me in school because I am so unsure of the people around me. I am afraid. I don't know what surrounds me. Seeing my nanny makes me feel relieved that someone familiar is with me and would guarantee my safety. But things can't go on like that. I can't always have someone to protect me from the insanity and cruelness of the reality. I have to survive on my own. Fight the demons that surround me. I have to. I need to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It feels like life has restarted for me. Like things went back to zero and what I only have are the knowledge that I have gained from 17 years of learning. The 4 years of strengthened and tested faith. The passion that drove me to top. The dedication and motivation that get me where I am standing now. Sure, I have those with me but still I am not comfortable with the unpredictability of my surrounding. I don't like the feeling of being a prey. The lamb in the midst of den of the lions. However I think everyone started here. Started in this feeling of being vulnerable. Of being a prey. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But to think about it if those former lambs have survived. What are my chances? Damn, if they did survive. Hell I can take it by storm as well. I maybe afraid but I know I have God with me. I maybe a lamb among the lion but God will always be with me; so now, of whom shall I be afraid of?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can do this. If others can do it then why the hell not (I can)?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay too much inconsistency in this entry. bwahahha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-1453216052013622883?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/1453216052013622883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/1453216052013622883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/04/sniff.html' title='sniff'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/th_1128.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-9048599032386416000</id><published>2010-04-20T18:41:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:52:22.144+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Movie review: The Blind Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/S829ROHsBpI/AAAAAAAAAU4/g2Gk91dF2U8/s1600/the-blind-side-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/S829ROHsBpI/AAAAAAAAAU4/g2Gk91dF2U8/s320/the-blind-side-2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462230026616047250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/1226.gif" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Based on the true story of Leigh Anne and Sean Tuohy who take in a homeless teenage African-American, Michael "Big Mike" Oher. Michael has no idea who is father is and his mother is a crack head. Michael has had little formal education and few skills to help him learn. Leigh Anne soon takes charge however, as is her nature, ensuring that the young man has every opportunity to succeed. When he expresses an interest in football, she goes all out to help him, including giving the coach a few ideas on how best to use Michael's skills. They not only provide him with a loving home, but hire a tutor to help him improve his grades to the point where he would qualify for an NCAA Division I athletic scholarship. Michael Oher was the first-round pick of the Baltimore Ravens in the 2009 NFL draft.  - from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Based%20on%20the%20true%20story%20of%20Leigh%20Anne%20and%20Sean%20Tuohy%20who%20take%20in%20a%20homeless%20teenage%20African-American,%20Michael%20" big="" mike="" no="" idea="" who="" father="" mother="" crack="" had="" little="" formal="" education="" and="" skills="" leigh="" anne="" soon="" takes="" charge="" as="" is="" her="" ensuring="" that="" young="" man="" has="" every="" opportunity="" when="" expresses="" interest="" she="" goes="" all="" out="" including="" giving="" coach="" few="" ideas="" on="" how="" best="" use="" s="" they="" not="" only="" provide="" with="" loving="" but="" hire="" a="" tutor="" help="" him="" improve="" his="" grades="" to="" point="" where="" he="" would="" qualify="" for="" an="" ncaa="" division="" i="" athletic="" michael="" oher="" was="" round="" pick="" of="" baltimore="" ravens="" in="" the="" 2009="" nfl="" from=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0878804/"&gt;IMDB.COM&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am deeply touched by this story. I am touched that the Touhy was so accepting that they took Big Mike despite of what is he. It is an evidence that there are still people who can accept and love us regardless of what we look like, of what past we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Bullock was great here. I like her straight forward attitude character. She justified her character.  Quinton Aaron who played Big Mike also did a great job portraying the character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if the movie remained true to life. The reason why I thought this way is because they seem to accept Big Mike so openly. I mean no hesitation or doubts. Lol, it's probably the cynical part of myself but if I were in Leigh Anne's part knowing that the kid had a troubled past and seem to be a distant, I would have my hesitation. However if this is indeed what really transpired then I am happy to know that there are still people exists like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I liked about Big Mike's story is that he never had a grudge towards the unkindness of the world. If it was other kid they might have lost their sanity already but in his case he didn't. Also, his protectiveness is just endearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I loved the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 5/5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-9048599032386416000?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/9048599032386416000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/9048599032386416000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/04/movie-review-blind-side.html' title='Movie review: The Blind Side'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/S829ROHsBpI/AAAAAAAAAU4/g2Gk91dF2U8/s72-c/the-blind-side-2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-8233917672072770644</id><published>2010-04-16T21:05:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:25:32.481+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slipping away'/><title type='text'>I'd rather not speak at all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/95473186/13528139" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like as if everything is slowly falling out of its place? That somehow even how hard you try to keep things on its place it just keeps on slipping within your hands? *sigh* It is like holding a water that you can never hold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-8233917672072770644?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/8233917672072770644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/8233917672072770644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/04/id-rather-not-speak-at-all.html' title='I&apos;d rather not speak at all.'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-5909507088540172465</id><published>2010-03-24T18:26:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T18:27:31.004+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='achievements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>this is I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/94057988/13528139" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/dzjbs4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting this would be impossible without Your help. All through my life I have been very dependent with Your miracle. I never believed in what I can do but instead of what You can do for me. You have proved too many times that I am nothing without You. When I used to fail before it's because I have relied on myself and believe that it's all about me. You proved me wrong, You took every achievements I have to teach me a lesson. You taught me a lesson and I have learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I offered every achievements to You. It's You who made this possible, not me. It's You and others who had believed that I good enough when I think I am not. You promised me this and I knew it from the very start. I didn't doubt, I believed and you awarded me with this gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I want to thank my lovely lovely best buddy Sera, you had too much confident in me. When I thought I suck the most you told me that I was good and continued to tell me that. Thanks buddy, your encouragement and confidence boost me beyond imaginable. Your friendship means so much to me.  You're my best friend not only in this virtual world but at heart. ♥ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Brad because You stayed when others would have left; it is you who inspired me to reach the moon, love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-5909507088540172465?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/5909507088540172465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/5909507088540172465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-i.html' title='this is I'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/dzjbs4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-5898822879164486896</id><published>2010-03-04T20:53:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:55:08.939+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>~ sigh, graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/93556636/13528139" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/29xzqcp.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplate dudette&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ that ice cream thing is a pen btw. lol cute right? :) Anyway 17 days from now I'll be graduating. Thinking about graduating clenched my heart a bit. It seems I don't want to part myself from school. It's not just my school but the thought of going there handling projects, consuming time studying, working on homework, discussing subjects with my professor, and etc., Seriously, I have loved going to school. There are even times that I would go to school even if I don't have a class. I would just go there spend my time in the library digging out books or talking to my professors. There's just something very comforting in my school and with studying.. it feels like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go yet. I don't want to start working. I love to be a student forever. lol.  ~sigh~ I know I must accept the fact that sooner I have to find a job... but... probably 2 years from now I'll start going to study again Philosophy or Math this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ oy! I'm finally back on my track. I have more time in my hands now, I manage to buy few books (I am saving money for Kindle. lol) and I'm glad that I'm back on my track. Also, I have started watching my series now... I've once again renewed my friendship with 30 rock and lost (oh my god I'm so behind now). Plus, I have a new friend... Mentalist. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well alligators since I don't want to bore you with my rants I'll say good bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-5898822879164486896?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/5898822879164486896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/5898822879164486896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/03/sigh-graduation.html' title='~ sigh, graduation'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.tinypic.com/29xzqcp_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-8926172844340940371</id><published>2010-03-04T06:03:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T06:08:23.452+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>just a wonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/1022.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, 17 days before the school ends. I can't believe how soon school ends. All my life I've been in school, well it seems like that. I enjoyed studying. I enjoyed all the homeworks, projects, quizzes and exams. I enjoyed them all despite how pain in the rear it might be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back yeas ago, I always have the thought that schooling will never end. Now, look where I am, only counting the days I have before the school closes. 17 days. 17 days before I take another journey. This phase of schooling is about to end and it saddens me.  ~ sigh ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Autumn. I wonder what life has for me.  :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-8926172844340940371?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/8926172844340940371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/8926172844340940371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-wonder.html' title='just a wonder...'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/th_1022.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-5418173435355085206</id><published>2010-02-26T18:36:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T20:44:22.049+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>What do I really want?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/nye32v.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is about to end, yet I am still clueless of what I really want to do. Actually I have few choices... but hahaha I love studying. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway drat this sprained ankles. :c hurts like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for this sucky post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-5418173435355085206?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/5418173435355085206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/5418173435355085206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-do-i-really-want.html' title='What do I really want?'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i46.tinypic.com/nye32v_th.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-7337447245328212187</id><published>2010-02-25T18:01:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T18:17:53.800+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Twitter attack.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/94929555/4645528" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a &lt;a href="http://www.techradar.com/news/internet/sophos-warns-of-twitter-phishing-attack-673038"&gt;phishing attack today in my Twitter&lt;/a&gt;. It's alarming because if the person got my password in Twitter he can access my account everywhere through my email. Anyway, maybe it wouldn't go beyond that far but anyway who ever does phishing might actually steal someone's identity use access your online bank accounts, etc., &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I have online bank account so I was worried but hey I'm not really a big time online bank owner I know that person who got my password wouldn't be interested in my account. But my brother told me to change my password in my bank account and in my email. Anyway in case you got this kind of notice, just ignore it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/mh6pms.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-7337447245328212187?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/7337447245328212187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/7337447245328212187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/02/twitter-attack.html' title='Twitter attack.'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i45.tinypic.com/mh6pms_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-2027647898852882524</id><published>2010-02-24T19:08:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T19:08:54.533+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/89556128/13528139" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sorting out my notebooks-slash-journals earlier and I realized that my collection of journals are increasing. I was thinking of buying a piece of a journal to compile them all but I realized that if'll do it that way it wouldn't work out for me. The reason why it wouldn't work out is because I don't feel like having them completely in one notebook. I know it's not practical but I really like collecting notebooks with different purposes. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/wb9mhd.jpg" style="width: 446px; height: 334px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starbucks Planner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - My starbucks planner was given to me as a Christmas present by my friend. This is where I write all the things I have to accomplish. LOL. I wanted &lt;a href="http://www.moleskine.com/"&gt;Moleskine&lt;/a&gt; for a planner but I got the &lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com"&gt;Stabucks&lt;/a&gt; planner first. So yeah no more &lt;a href="http://www.moleskine.com/"&gt;Moleskine&lt;/a&gt; planner for me. Besides, Moleskines are expensive. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://www.moleskine.com/catalogue/classic/cahier/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moleskine Journal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - I bought this cahier as my personal journal. I love love love Moleskine. I love it even though it is darn expensive. This is where I write my thoughts in life and exclusively for my eyes only (though a friend of mine have read some of what I have written here because she was persuasive as hell) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://eng.art-blanc.info/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Art-Blanc journal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - My artblanc journal is where I write all the stories that goes to my head. I am a frustrated writer and I've been wanting to write stories so this is where I write them. No one has ever read my stories but probably one day I'll be sending this one to someone as a gift. :)) lol. Who wants it? &lt;em&gt;Okay I see no hands.&lt;/em&gt; -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Antique Journa&lt;/strong&gt;l - This was given by mr. Fishy. He told me to write my plans/dreams in life. So this is where I wrote my long/short term plans/dreams in life and how I want to achieve it. but lol so far they are just... to BIG. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, those are my collection plus the action-figure, paper cranes and books. What is your collection?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-2027647898852882524?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/2027647898852882524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/2027647898852882524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/02/collection.html' title='collection'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i46.tinypic.com/wb9mhd_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-3245824774294067208</id><published>2010-02-23T19:33:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T21:34:11.308+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Movie Review: Percy Jackson and the Olympians</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/S4P1bXotG3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/kUn0kzuyLJM/s1600-h/percy-jackson-lightning-thief-videogame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/S4P1bXotG3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/kUn0kzuyLJM/s320/percy-jackson-lightning-thief-videogame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441462625343708018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/98125865/9502138" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I have watch this movie that I have been waiting for since I have hear about this book's existence. LOL! However despite the fact that I love PJO, have enjoyed reading it, the movie was a bit.... um... wrong. There's just something wrong. It's not that I was saying that it was bad. I mean I think the movie could have gotten much better. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I was surprised that they have added a lot of things. I seriously got confused if some of the scenes are in the book or not. It's okay that they didn't stick to the book story. However, how it was change was completely unnecessary because it still didn't do any justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't point my fingers where it gotten wrong. The stars were amazing, though I wish the gods and goddesses had more screentime they deserve. -____- Honestly, speaking I was looking forward to see some actions between the gods and goddess but I was left disappointed. I know the book is Percy-centric, maybe it's just the myth god/goddess geek in me wanted to see them more in action (that's why I am excited to see the Clash of the Titans).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I enjoyed watching the trio (Percy, Grover, and Annabeth). Brandon was hilarious. I actually adore him in the movie. Annabeth was breathtaking. She was pretty and my gosh her eyes are just mesmerizing. lol. Percy was okay. Logan was hot. -___________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars did a good job playing their character. I guess (this is my opinion)-don't throw tomatoes at me-they are in need of changing the scriptwriter. wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rating: 3/5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-3245824774294067208?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/3245824774294067208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/3245824774294067208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/02/movie-review-percy-jackson-and.html' title='Movie Review: Percy Jackson and the Olympians'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/S4P1bXotG3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/kUn0kzuyLJM/s72-c/percy-jackson-lightning-thief-videogame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-9218237961362719165</id><published>2010-02-23T17:58:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:59:46.830+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><title type='text'>Irrational dislike</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/98015019/13528139" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I feel like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Have you ever felt an irrational dislike towards someone? That even though that person didn't do anything to you, yet you dislike them so much? This is what I am currently feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I would look into my "irrational hate" toward this person, I came into conclusion that the reason why I dislike her is because I envy her. -____-  That's the truth, though how much it makes me sick to think, it's the only reason I could think of. You see, I can't believe that she gets what she wants without making such effort. Where as I? I have to go beyond hell before I get what I want. I don't want to be hypocrite nor do I want to conceal that fact. Gosh, ~ cliche ~ cliche ~ cliche ~ life is so unfair. I know. It is undeniably unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*puts face on her hands* I don't want to feel like this. I want to cope with it. I don't want to envy. It drives me nuts. It frustrates me beyond imaginable. -__________________-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-9218237961362719165?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/9218237961362719165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/9218237961362719165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/02/irrational-dislike.html' title='Irrational dislike'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-6521151735910745272</id><published>2010-02-22T07:55:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T08:45:29.220+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/2hycnme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before I resume my drawing I thought of dropping by here and update. You see here's the deal, I want to make it as a habit to update this blog everyday. I'll update this regardless of how pointless the entry may seem. The reason why I wanted to do this is because I want to defeat my procrastinating self. Like yesterday I no longer excused myself. I was jogging 25 minutes straight. I would only rest for a minute (not two) then continue jogging. It was exhausting because I haven't tried jogging without resting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached my 25th minute, I wanted to tell myself that it's enough for now. But I didn't. the reason why I didn't is because if I would excuse myself, I will be forever excusing myself. I'm glad that even though how exhausted I have been I was able to  push through 30 without breaking my word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defeating myself even only in that way made me feel proud; because you see the only enemy I have in life is my hedonistic self. I think if I want to get what I wanted in life I should know how to sweat, to discipline, to control myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-6521151735910745272?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/6521151735910745272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/6521151735910745272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/02/morning.html' title='morning.'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.tinypic.com/2hycnme_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-4587905242744074197</id><published>2010-02-21T06:20:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T12:59:56.821+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>blerg.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2u5e6a9.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discipline. Discipline is one of the things that I should practice. You see, (whoever you are reading this.. or if there's even someone reading this) there are lot of times that I want to improve myself with. However, it's a constant battle between myself and my hedonistic self. I always wanted to do something like jog, lose some fats, and learn more about flash and yet I couldn't do it just because I was too lazy to even start. It's not as if I am really lazy it's just that there are more times that I wanted to waste my time being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand what I mean? haha! But now seriously I am trying really really trying to improve myself by doing all the task that I assigned to myself. To say I am not really a lazy person. I do all things that was assigned to me but when it comes to self assignment I tend to procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well ~ sigh ~ this time by 5:00 PM I will jog, do 30 sit ups and finish reading Percy Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well see you later! my invisible friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-4587905242744074197?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/4587905242744074197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/4587905242744074197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/02/blerg.html' title='blerg.'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.tinypic.com/2u5e6a9_th.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-3262094099026931640</id><published>2010-02-20T19:01:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:23:49.907+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Julie and Julia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/S3_6CzEkuZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Um1pU41v9xk/s1600-h/julie_and_julia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/S3_6CzEkuZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Um1pU41v9xk/s320/julie_and_julia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440341800862923154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/14mc3y8.gif" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to read this since I have read a review about the book in our local newspaper. The reason that I didn't was because I had too many things to accomplish in school, that I was afraid I may not be able to finish the reading the book and I may end up wasting my money. I never watch the movie because my classmate told me that it wasn't worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,  I told myself to give it a shot since I have nothing to do this Saturday. Apparently, my classmate was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was good because it inspired me to pursue my dreams even if it may be unattainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never heard of Julia Child but watching that movie introduced me to her. Julia seems to be full of life. She was laughter and fun. Julia knows what she wants and fought for it. She never stop doing what she loves me. Watching it inspires me to do the same thing. If maybe I wouldn't mind too much of other people's thought about my dreams, maybe I'll get it... just like how Julia got hers. This goes the same thing about Julie though no one wanted to publish her book she made another way-blogging. Now look where she is? She just got her dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching this film made me realize that anything is possible; that making our dreams come true is possible we just have to be determined about it. Now, I want to make mine come true. I just need to be determined about it. No quitting, no slacking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-3262094099026931640?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/3262094099026931640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/3262094099026931640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/02/julie-and-julia.html' title='Julie and Julia'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/S3_6CzEkuZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Um1pU41v9xk/s72-c/julie_and_julia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-6408976956780320758</id><published>2010-02-18T17:19:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T18:20:51.334+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>how about some restart? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/wgsxn9.gif" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this despite the fact that my back aches, my head feels like it's going to explode, and my body is dead tired. I am writing this just before I get my self knocked out and sleep long long long long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing another restart. hahaha! Actually what I mean about restart is that I will try again to be active here. You see one of the reason why I can't update much than I used to is because I am loaded with school works. And well, most of the time I'm too lazy to even think of something coherent. ;) ~ wink ~ Anyway, I want to delete some of my emo* entries but I decided to keep it. lol. Besides, they are part of my so called life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm ready to get this journal of mine as active as I hope it would be. *crosses finger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am I? well... You really don't know me after all. Just call me Hael. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-6408976956780320758?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/6408976956780320758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/6408976956780320758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-about-some-restart.html' title='how about some restart? :)'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i49.tinypic.com/wgsxn9_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-854190179252915673</id><published>2010-01-31T21:00:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:09:31.095+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>going here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/84437645/12523945" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kx4dzuLNQE1qau9dlo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was midnight, I ran outside up to the clearing. I sat there waiting for him to open his eyes. I knew he'll be glad that to see me but also I think he'll be sad to know that I am still awake. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- "What are you doing here, Child? You're suppose to be asleep"&lt;br /&gt;- "I couldn't sleep, I wanted to listen to your stories again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He glowed as he read me another story. From time to time he would smile up to me and share a wisdom about the story he is reading. We would laugh and sometimes we would tear up as we share different sad story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "It's time now, you should go back to bed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled sadly because I don't want our reading moment to end. However I knew it is my time to go to bed. I waved and said "Good night moon, I'll see you again tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in which he said "Good night, sweetheart. God bless you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it made my heart smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-854190179252915673?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/854190179252915673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=854190179252915673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/854190179252915673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/854190179252915673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/going-here.html' title='going here.'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-5407301330999186702</id><published>2010-01-29T20:37:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:49:00.071+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>hits home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/1081.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, January 26, 2010 have already passed. You can't believe my relief. However, even if my thesis defense is over there are things that I have to manage before I graduate. There are still loads of projects to finish before I can get that total freedom. Anyhow I think all the hardship that I went through this college is all worth it. Let's just see if I'll have graduate with that "C" title after my name. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, this week has a lot of surprises. There are lots of unexpected things that had happened that took us by surprise. Well, well, that's life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow there are daily readings in facebook that sometimes it hits home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/25gb2ir.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, thanks for the message. I got it.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-5407301330999186702?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5407301330999186702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=5407301330999186702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/5407301330999186702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/5407301330999186702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/hits-home.html' title='hits home.'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/th_1081.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-4767038779355148990</id><published>2010-01-17T19:29:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:35:54.119+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escape'/><title type='text'>Escape I: The Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/95473186/13528139" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 466px; height: 349px;" src="http://8.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqfrk49d2E1qz5wkio1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be my ideal escape. It looks so peaceful. This could be the place where I could contemplate and think all of the blessings that I have received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I’d do what it takes to have this kind of vacation. I want this. A boat to row. A camp to sleep. A journal to write on. A place where I am out of reach. A place to feel God’s presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could picture myself. I’d be sitting there, just beside that dog. My dog. We would listen to the song that the birds would sing. Listen to the wind play their instrument. See the fishes dance in the stream. I’d witness it all and then I’d write it on to my journal. Pick up my tea that is warm and standing beside me, waiting for me to pick it up and serve me… I’d pat my dog’s head and go back looking at the scenery. Watching how the sun would wave good bye and see the moon say hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking at the scene before me, I’d jot down again about what I think of them; of how they made me feel. I’d sip back from my tea, write again on my journal. Then after a minute, I’d stretch my over used fingers from writing and lay down on the ground with my hands tuck behind my head. My dog would start to stand from that position and comes closer and cuddles beside me. He chose to share the serenity that both encompasses us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d talk tell him, “There’s a long journey that awaits us, but for now it’s just you, me and God” I’d close my eyes with a smile on my face. My dog closing his eyes as well. Both of us feeling God’s presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds would stop singing. The fishes would stop dancing. The wind would suddenly be gone. The water would stop moving. The world froze as I thought, “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God, You have been very good to me. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear slips from the corner of my eyes, slipping from my temple and down towards my ears-clogging it, making me unable to hear anything other than what was inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I knew I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-4767038779355148990?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4767038779355148990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=4767038779355148990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/4767038779355148990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/4767038779355148990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/escape-i-vacation.html' title='Escape I: The Vacation'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-3401991814114863852</id><published>2010-01-11T18:44:00.010+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:49:32.068+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>... drifting calls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/sk943283/pic/000a9wyp" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i790.photobucket.com/albums/yy185/joy_shih/Original/f6ec4c19.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how it feels to be broken?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every time I am reminded of how people abandon me it never ever fails to break me. It does because I could not help but to think if I really matter to someone. I guess that's the reason why I could not let go of others because it makes me feel that if they left me I'll have no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I am used to being alone but somehow I wanted to be accepted and love unconditionally and irrevocably... that's why when I felt others had somehow gave me that feeling I hold on to them because it makes me feel special. However, now I no longer don't know if others could love me as much as I love them, if I'm wasting my time hoping that I will be loved in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I want to give up with the hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:c&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/16959096-3401991814114863852?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3401991814114863852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=3401991814114863852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/3401991814114863852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/3401991814114863852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/drifting-calls.html' title='... drifting calls.'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i790.photobucket.com/albums/yy185/joy_shih/Original/th_f6ec4c19.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-4240453240666978263</id><published>2010-01-11T16:45:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:49:34.705+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>tumblr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/86993898/13528139" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://life-insandwich.tumblr.com/"&gt;tumblr.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clicky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-4240453240666978263?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4240453240666978263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=4240453240666978263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/4240453240666978263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/4240453240666978263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/tumblr.html' title='tumblr.'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-6467666634810580321</id><published>2010-01-10T13:47:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:09:21.384+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>it's complicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/92915721/13528139" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 362px; height: 482px;" src="http://3.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw0y3lwX5d1qau9dlo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* to my disappointment I failed at 365. There’s just too much to do and I haven’t been taking picture since the last time I posted something. But I will re-try again, probably this Feb. I just need to finish my thesis so that I can slacken up my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of “complicated”, yes things are getting complicated as of late. But I know I will survive this things, I have been in my worst, so this kind of complications are little compare to what I have before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good, despite the fact that disappointments, failures, “complications” comes in. It never fails to teach me something. I know every time I come across this negativity in life, I learn something from it even though it would hurt me sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-6467666634810580321?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6467666634810580321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=6467666634810580321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/6467666634810580321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/6467666634810580321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/usericon-sigh-to-my-disappointment-i.html' title='it&apos;s complicated'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-6443663257169133275</id><published>2010-01-09T07:46:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:51:57.138+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Because I know He loves me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/killmotion/pic/0002g15x" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px; height: 643px;" src="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvvxmgdxxw1qzlgb3o1_r6_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe God has a good plan for me. This is why I always hold onto the hope that maybe after all that has happened in my life, after all the loneliness and heart break I will find happiness. I just have to have hope. I just need to cling to His promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good. My God is always been so good to me. He kept me standing when I feel like falling. Made me smile when I feel like breaking down. He rescues me and forever I will be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't have anyone, I have Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-6443663257169133275?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6443663257169133275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=6443663257169133275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/6443663257169133275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/6443663257169133275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/because-i-know-he-loves-me.html' title='Because I know He loves me.'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-9142769744319139585</id><published>2010-01-08T19:15:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T19:39:29.067+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love notes'/><title type='text'>Stay this way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n289/sarytah/2010%20icons/005.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://19.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvuk2bbVXQ1qaqrcco1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am probably out of my head. My friend asked me why am I holding on and I just said: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something tells me to hold on&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know what prompted me to say it maybe it's because it's how I really felt. I wanted to smack my head the moment I have said it because the answer was so obvious. I don't normally hold on to something for so long... but here I am holding on even how slippery the rope was. Why don't I just let go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't... even how much I contemplate about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everyone has its own expiry date, even how much I want to hold on to, I might give up one day. Anyhow, if this wouldn't work, I would never regret anything about it because probably the reason why I hold on for so long is because it's love working on me. It's not everyday someone would make me feel special---made me feel loved and a month of total bliss is a blessing that I would not exchange it for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I am holding on to this strong feeling and for now I will stay this way--in love with you. Even how colder you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that makes me crazy I guess. ♥&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/16959096-9142769744319139585?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/9142769744319139585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=9142769744319139585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/9142769744319139585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/9142769744319139585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/until-when.html' title='Stay this way.'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n289/sarytah/2010%20icons/th_005.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-5599968204120968231</id><published>2010-01-07T10:26:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T10:45:11.384+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love notes'/><title type='text'>Is this how you fall?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/94057988/13528139" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There's always something so magical in falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-5599968204120968231?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5599968204120968231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=5599968204120968231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/5599968204120968231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/5599968204120968231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-this-how-you-fall.html' title='Is this how you fall?'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-9098916545587975530</id><published>2010-01-04T19:42:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T19:46:56.089+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love notes'/><title type='text'>ouch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/95473186/13528139" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why does it always breaks my pathetic little heart when you ignore me? ouch. &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/16959096-9098916545587975530?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/9098916545587975530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=9098916545587975530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/9098916545587975530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/9098916545587975530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/ouch.html' title='ouch.'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-7200960398206073252</id><published>2010-01-03T13:53:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T06:04:46.590+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Eternal punch from the gut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/1067.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that happen in our life that we could not understand or beyond our understanding. There are times that we thought we can handle them. We never could but we could put up a face to say that yes we are okay but deep inside we are slowly dying. There are many things that I have learned in this life. There are lots of bitterness that I still could taste and it seem it wouldn't go anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the turn of events I only have few reasons to hold on and I don't know why I still do. There are people who simply quit on me. I always think that people let go of me because I am completely a complicated person. I wish I am not. I wish I could be someone else that could fit in to their expectations. I am tired of always being left.... alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 457px; height: 303px;" src="http://5.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvp4coSXGc1qzmow4o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I really a bad person that no one seem to stick with me? I wish someone could give me a chance to prove myself that I am not so bad after all, that I worth of their struggle. I wish someone would give their time to know me better, I wish someone could bet a penny to take risk on me because I want them to know that I am worth every penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need someone to have faith in me. I just need someone to give me a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known better, if I could not change the past and present there's something I can do about my future. I no longer don't want to ruin the only possible happiness I could have. If only I am going to be given a chance... I would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-7200960398206073252?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7200960398206073252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=7200960398206073252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/7200960398206073252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/7200960398206073252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/eternal-punch-from-gut.html' title='Eternal punch from the gut'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/th_1067.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-2704415606379866915</id><published>2010-01-02T06:34:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T08:51:15.098+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>it takes a great courage to change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/twoweeksnotice_2.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"There's always a room for improvement" - Fr. Mario Rivera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In accordance to New Year, the mass yesterday is about self-improvement, which I think is just right. Like what I have said, I know that this year is going to be better. I know and I can feel change is going to come. I have long for it for so long but I had been hopeless and scared to do it. But now I no longer don't want to be helpless, I don't want to be "just another helpless woman". No, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever action that I will do will change the life of the people around me. I will hurt someone, I will ruin whatever bond there is. However, to think about it, that bond is already ruined anyway so what would we lose? What would&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I &lt;/span&gt;lose? and hurt someone? yes I would definitely hurt someone because I was hurt for 15 years. So it's just fair anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what triggered me to do this, maybe it's God pushing me to do the right thing--to help myself. Maybe someone had encourage me, maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; had pushed me, maybe destiny pushed me. Whatever or whoever encourage me, what I know is that I have enough and I am, this time, going to do what is necessary to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 years (not including 1-5 years old) of hopelessness, of forever rotting in fear... and no that's not going to happen and I no longer care if I'm the baddest, meanest person&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; ever know. I no longer care if your name---&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; name is going to be ruined because of this friggin scandal. I no longer care about anything to save our name because for 15 years I always cared about others, about how others should see us, about how good we seem to be, but it's time to take care and help myself. IT IS ABOUT TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sorry mom I know this is going to break your heart. I wish I could protect you from the consequences of my action but you failed to protect me. Maybe I failed to do both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now 20 years is going to pass and yes I am going to take control of my life. I will live how I wanted to live it. 20 years will pass but when I take a step of my 21st no one is going to step on me, no one will ever take advantage of me. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seek for justice for 15 years and no one ever gave it to me and in that case I will give it to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-2704415606379866915?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2704415606379866915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=2704415606379866915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/2704415606379866915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/2704415606379866915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-takes-great-courage-to-change.html' title='it takes a great courage to change.'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/th_twoweeksnotice_2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-2041808499693415268</id><published>2009-12-31T14:47:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:51:43.673+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><title type='text'>They still have the best place in my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/1245.gif" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 379px; height: 505px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2773/4214456219_bc3bbaf0a9_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a jet plane&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate it when people leave. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will miss you my dear beloved sisters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-2041808499693415268?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2041808499693415268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=2041808499693415268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/2041808499693415268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/2041808499693415268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/12/they-still-have-best-place-in-my-heart.html' title='They still have the best place in my heart.'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/th_1245.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-4406922882853169273</id><published>2009-12-31T07:04:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T07:31:56.028+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='year: 10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='year: 09'/><title type='text'>In this life or after the next... I'll have my vengeance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/1080.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 is a year that was.......... opened doors for me. I wouldn't say that I didn't have a good year because I like my 2009 year better than the other years that I have had. 2009 was good because it's the time where one by one things had been falling on its right place. It seems like 2009 was preparing me for what I should have had and now it's opening doors for me, giving me a chance to a life that may take place in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more looking forward for this 2010. I know I had been helpless, hopeless, always been on someone's tail for 20 fucking years. It's time for me to control my life; time for me to make mistakes; time for me to fall, for me to rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want what life is going to offer for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never been this hopeful in my entire life and I am hanging on it like a life line. I have deprived myself for so long it's time to give back to myself. I want it more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is a PROMISE and damn whoever is going to stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-4406922882853169273?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4406922882853169273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=4406922882853169273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/4406922882853169273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/4406922882853169273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-this-life-or-after-next-ill-have-my.html' title='In this life or after the next... I&apos;ll have my vengeance'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/th_1080.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-8416982826305759972</id><published>2009-12-30T04:34:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T05:07:20.311+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Your Song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/1045.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z7j1uogI02A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z7j1uogI02A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little bit funny this feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one of those who can easily hide&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much money but boy if I did&lt;br /&gt;I'd buy a big house where we both could live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a sculptor, but then again, no&lt;br /&gt;Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not much but it's the best I can do&lt;br /&gt;My gift is my song and this one's for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell everybody this is your song&lt;br /&gt;It may be quite simple but now that it's done&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind that I put down in words&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful life is while you're in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss&lt;br /&gt;Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross&lt;br /&gt;But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song&lt;br /&gt;It's for people like you that keep it turned on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excuse me forgetting but these things I do&lt;br /&gt;You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the thing is what I really mean&lt;br /&gt;Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I have heard this song, I knew that I'd love this. I love this song because the lyrics is sweet and very humbling. Also, the melody is just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I know how to write a song I would have written someone I love a song. I would write a song that is exclusively for him. Unfortunately, my talent on writing a song isn't so good. A pure novice. I'd probably end up writing him a poetry, well at least I would get to write him something rather than do nothing. Then I'd put probably put it in his organizer or inside his wallet... somewhere where he couldn't see until he goes to work and probably pulls out (for example) his organizer and there goes my little poetry. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I guess I'll just end here. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-8416982826305759972?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8416982826305759972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=8416982826305759972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/8416982826305759972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/8416982826305759972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/12/your-song.html' title='Your Song.'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/th_1045.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-3379375986154270117</id><published>2009-12-29T16:48:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T17:35:18.832+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love notes'/><title type='text'>will you stay?</title><content type='html'>No icon for today, so here am i wondering about things contemplating how things can change in a snap. It is saddening because good things does not last long... It seems everything is temporary and everything will change when time passes.. Maybe for others they do, i wonder if there are people out there who are steadfast... Who can make things last a lifetime... Maybe it is indeed a reality that everybody changes... Sometimes i hope that i am as well, so that it would be normal to me when others walkout so suddenly. However, even if I wanted to i refuse to become one of them, because i want some people to realize that if others go, i am here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go...because I decide to stay, because I want others to know that I can stay and be there forever. I will even if others fails me because if I feel hopeless for others, well at least someone can hope for me. I just pray that i am strong enough to keep on standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how long will I keep on standing and staying still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As longer as I can imagine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-3379375986154270117?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3379375986154270117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=3379375986154270117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/3379375986154270117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/3379375986154270117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-you-back.html' title='will you stay?'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-6229660854333333361</id><published>2009-12-27T19:37:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:49:25.014+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insight'/><title type='text'>was it going to waste?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/1127.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I have posted here and I decided to just because I am in the mood for writing; besides there's nothing much to do... so I guess I'll give this one a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like as if sometimes what you thought was yours turns out wasn't really yours at all... and all you are left to do is to return that object because, well you don't own it. And when you returned it to the owner you are left with nothing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You end up missing that object, yet you can't do anything about it because it's no longer within your reach. It is not something you can just get and borrow for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end what you would do is to avoid yourself from getting things because of fear that maybe it isn't yours again... and you might end up letting it go and returning it to the owner again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-6229660854333333361?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6229660854333333361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=6229660854333333361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/6229660854333333361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/6229660854333333361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/12/was-it-going-to-waste.html' title='was it going to waste?'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/th_1127.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-3075186979351348535</id><published>2009-11-14T13:21:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T13:29:21.794+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love notes'/><title type='text'>This is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/1111.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that when something comes along you start doubting it? Probably because you really don't believe you deserve something so good... or probably because you've never been so lucky at all. Sometimes we could not classify how deserving we are to receive a gift so good you wonder if it's yours at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was mine, I hope it's really mine. I hope it wouldn't be taken away. I have never been so lucky and yet something came... and I wish it's mine indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-3075186979351348535?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3075186979351348535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=3075186979351348535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/3075186979351348535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/3075186979351348535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it.html' title='This is it?'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/th_1111.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-6446856747184987685</id><published>2009-10-04T06:44:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T06:50:27.793+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorraine heath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Book Review - Surrender to the Devil - Lorraine Heath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/SsgM8WAlSuI/AAAAAAAAAT4/uw-IZQvzmjk/s1600-h/lorraine+heath+-+surrender+to+the+devil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/SsgM8WAlSuI/AAAAAAAAAT4/uw-IZQvzmjk/s320/lorraine+heath+-+surrender+to+the+devil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388571184988506850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/1126.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Frannie Darling was once a child of London's roughest streets, surrounded by petty thieves, pickpockets, and worse. But though she survived this harsh upbringing to become a woman of incomparable beauty, Frannie wants nothing to do with the men who lust for her, the rogues who frequent the gaming hall where she works. She can take care of herself and feels perfectly safe on her own—safe that is until he strides into her world, and once again it becomes a very dangerous place indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bed her but not to wed her. That's what Sterling Mabry, the 8th Duke of Greystone, wants. But Frannie abhors arrogant aristocrats interested only in their own pleasure. As the devilish duke sets out to seduce her, he is pulled into the dangerous world that calls to Frannie. But he harbors a secret that could put her very life at risk. And as the lovely lady steals his heart as easily as she might pick a pocket, he realizes that the only way to keep her safe is to set her free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at what cost to them both? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best of romance book I have read. I think what had captured me the most is the ending where Frannie had written her thoughts about her life with Sterling. It was so bittersweet that it almost made me tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say, the start would might give you an impression that Sterling is a bit of a jerk and if you read most of the Scoundrels of St. James series it would make you feel as if Frannie wasn't the reserved Frannie in the past. However as I go deeply into the story I was able to ignore the changes in Frannie's personality but focused more on their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that through out the story it was plain and usual love story. But as I went a long the ending it took a sudden leap. It wasn't a usual love story but it depicts a story of a couple so deeply, irrevocably in love with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story warmed my heart. *hugs the book* + *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rating: 5/5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-6446856747184987685?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6446856747184987685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=6446856747184987685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/6446856747184987685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/6446856747184987685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/book-review-surrender-to-devil-lorraine.html' title='Book Review - Surrender to the Devil - Lorraine Heath'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/SsgM8WAlSuI/AAAAAAAAAT4/uw-IZQvzmjk/s72-c/lorraine+heath+-+surrender+to+the+devil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-8599326813733133113</id><published>2009-10-03T12:09:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T14:08:57.701+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Moving the box</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/6p3fy1.gif" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway first thing's first... I have to congratulate myself for cutting connection with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the past&lt;/span&gt;. I wondered what took me a long time to do it. Anyway it's for my best. I couldn't seem to move on when &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that past&lt;/span&gt; is around. It confuses the hell out of me. The only regret I have is that it took me a long time to cut my connections with him. Now it is my time to move on. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-8599326813733133113?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8599326813733133113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=8599326813733133113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/8599326813733133113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/8599326813733133113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/moving-box.html' title='Moving the box'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/6p3fy1_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-3150272648377172179</id><published>2009-10-02T16:36:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:43:52.373+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorraine heath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Book Review: Between Devil and Desire - Lorraine Heath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/SsX01MkokhI/AAAAAAAAATw/UIvqG9DFTCo/s1600-h/between+devil+and+desire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/SsX01MkokhI/AAAAAAAAATw/UIvqG9DFTCo/s320/between+devil+and+desire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387981723963789842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/1146.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inspired by Dickens' character The Artful Dodger, Lorraine Heath has created a page-turning, passionate romance. Jack Dodger has survived London's streets to become the owner of an exclusive gentleman's club and one of the wealthiest men in England. But when the late Duke of Lovingdon mysteriously makes him guardian of his 4 year old heir, Dodger is thrown together with Olivia, the boy's mother, who wants to be rid of him as soon as possible. But soon Jack discovers a love that knows no bounds as he comes to care for Olivia. The young woman tames him, and he realizes he'll give up everything he possesses to make her happy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is I think the story between Jack and Olivia is very cute. It was romantic and likable. In fact I think this is much better than the first, which is In Bed with the Devil but the only problem is the issue of incest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think that part can just ignored because it isn't much of a bother or gross. Also, they only knew this fact after they got married and they already had a strong bond of relationship. So I, as a reader, had to face the dilemma whether or not to let this glitch pass or not. But since I know they've come through a lot and already had a strong foundation or relationship, I just shrugged it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That twist is unexpected. I thought that after they have taken their marriage vows and made love is the end, apparently is wasn't. Anyway I just think that the ending wasn't necessary and I think it can be replaced by other plot just to not unnerved other readers who censure this kind of plot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for me... It was fine. I always forgive writers for how they think. :) hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm starting to love Lorraine Heath now ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 5/5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-3150272648377172179?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3150272648377172179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=3150272648377172179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/3150272648377172179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/3150272648377172179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/book-review-between-devil-and-desire.html' title='Book Review: Between Devil and Desire - Lorraine Heath'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/SsX01MkokhI/AAAAAAAAATw/UIvqG9DFTCo/s72-c/between+devil+and+desire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-5459254394057171531</id><published>2009-09-28T16:42:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T18:37:15.453+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insight'/><title type='text'>where do we go now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/21v8ty.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/xqgqcn.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had happen last Saturday is something everyone in my country didn't expect. Well probably a knee high flood probably, but something as disastrous and tremendous was really unexpected. Actually during the typhoon while observing it early in the morning, I was actually glad that the wind wasn't so strong... but instead it poured 9 hours straight... and that was a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the news and seeing the victims makes me contemplate: after all the things that had occurred, after losing a home, after losing someone... what's next? What life awaits for them? Will they be looking forward to seeing the sun again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is devastating to see others grieve and I have can not do anything to comfort... I mean if I wanted but how? Anyway just because I wanted to desperately help I'll be donating some of my clothes because I know they need it more than I do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2yjx5dx.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-5459254394057171531?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5459254394057171531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=5459254394057171531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/5459254394057171531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/5459254394057171531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-do-we-go-now.html' title='where do we go now?'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/21v8ty_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-1223490503625832126</id><published>2009-09-28T08:33:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T08:44:04.734+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Going back to the box</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/20aowm9.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I posted here was way back in June and now it's September and almost ending. I have come to come back just because I miss this place. Anyway I don't know if I'll be posting back here as frequent as I used to but I'll try to post as often as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is one of the most comfortable place I could have. If my &lt;a href="http://loveohlovelove.livejournal.com/"&gt;livejournal&lt;/a&gt; is home, this is my sanctuary; just because I am free from spectators... well if there are  they don't know me so no harm.... lol! I'm away from prejudices that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm so that's for now.. :) I'll post back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-1223490503625832126?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1223490503625832126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=1223490503625832126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/1223490503625832126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/1223490503625832126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/going-back-to-box.html' title='Going back to the box'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/20aowm9_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-5433300482997739846</id><published>2009-06-30T12:43:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T03:32:31.861+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insight'/><title type='text'>Moving Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/1zo80mh.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a thought... maybe not. The reason why I moved from loveohlovelove to Moving Box because it seems like it fits what my blog is all about. To tell honestly, ever since from the start, I kept on changing links trying my best to get others derailed and forget that my blog existed. I'm not just comfortable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. I'm hoping that I'm going to update this as frequent as I used to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-5433300482997739846?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5433300482997739846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=5433300482997739846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/5433300482997739846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/5433300482997739846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/moving-box.html' title='Moving Box'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/1zo80mh_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-2487318990705054865</id><published>2009-06-10T04:36:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T04:40:33.819+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>can I just go now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/1zcmyie.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long while since I posted back here. I am, finally, happy with my livejournal and my friends there. Anyway the reason why I posted here is because... um... well I just feel like posting here since it's been like ages since my last post. And I'm going to announce that I might change my link again. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm currently reading Angels and Demons. :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-2487318990705054865?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2487318990705054865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=2487318990705054865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/2487318990705054865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/2487318990705054865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/can-i-just-go-now.html' title='can I just go now?'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/1zcmyie_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-862943803597019613</id><published>2009-05-13T17:31:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:32:36.893+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Something is worth beyond real</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/1045.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xtpQloAn_3w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xtpQloAn_3w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video just blows me away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-862943803597019613?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/862943803597019613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=862943803597019613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/862943803597019613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/862943803597019613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-is-worth-beyond-real.html' title='Something is worth beyond real'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/th_1045.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-6676469926715872354</id><published>2009-03-31T06:17:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T06:30:30.868+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireftp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tutorial'/><title type='text'>FireFtp tutorial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/15ew95h.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fellas, I might as well write a tutorial of how to use &lt;a href="http://fireftp.mozdev.org/"&gt;FireFtp&lt;/a&gt;. FireFtp is a free, secure, cross-platform FTP client for Mozilla Firefox which provides easy and intuitive access to FTP servers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so first things first, make sure that you have your domain because this wouldn't work if you don't have a domain. In using FireFtp download it first in this website &lt;a href="http://fireftp.mozdev.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After successfully downloading it load your firefox go to Tools &gt; FireFTP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/misc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/misc/1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going clicking FireFtp you'll be directed into this page:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/misc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/misc/2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create an account by following this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/misc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/misc/3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may differ, to get details contact your host. Then just follow this last picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/misc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 759px; height: 569px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/misc/4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left side would be your documents folder upload all your stuffs by clicking the arrow pointing to the right and wait for your items to be uploaded on the right window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicated to: Raisa Fernando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-6676469926715872354?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6676469926715872354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=6676469926715872354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/6676469926715872354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/6676469926715872354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/03/fireftp-tutorial.html' title='FireFtp tutorial'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/15ew95h_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-7593701606011725138</id><published>2009-03-30T13:43:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:53:27.334+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality bites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insight'/><title type='text'>fly me away superman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/1e8fvm.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been feeling down and depressed. The only reason that caused this is because card giving will be this April 1. I am terrified because I know I messed it up, though I know it's not that I am going to fail or anything but it just terrifies me that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may&lt;/span&gt; not be able to get a decent grade. THIS IS THE MOTHER OF MY DEPRESSION. I COULDN'T HANDLE IT. IT'S DRIVING ME NUTS. I am distracted and I am restless and the only cure of this is when I have it on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the thought that I shouldn't be expecting a high grade in subjects such as: Methods of Research and Physics already have sink in; but I think I may not be able to stomach if I get a low grades than I have been settling myself with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am frustrated more than ever knowing the inevitable is coming and I am stuck in the middle waiting for it to all fell on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been this disoriented before, or much as I think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; been this distracted before (or maybe I did I just forgot, thank God for that). I hope to God that He'll catch me. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/60Xn-SbyvsQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/60Xn-SbyvsQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh* How I miss the good old life. :s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-7593701606011725138?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7593701606011725138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=7593701606011725138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/7593701606011725138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/7593701606011725138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/03/fly-me-away-superman.html' title='fly me away superman.'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/1e8fvm_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-78114052156422876</id><published>2009-03-27T07:18:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T07:24:41.353+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realization'/><title type='text'>Taking time to consider</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/1576.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The weight that had fell upon my shoulders is heavier than I have expected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-78114052156422876?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/78114052156422876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=78114052156422876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/78114052156422876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/78114052156422876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/03/taking-time-to-consider.html' title='Taking time to consider'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/th_1576.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-28295724292438421</id><published>2009-03-21T14:50:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T14:53:09.212+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/v6lmgx.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/24mxjps.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this picture pretty sums-up what I have in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO TO HELL YOU FUCKING IDIOT!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-28295724292438421?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/28295724292438421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=28295724292438421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/28295724292438421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/28295724292438421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-you.html' title='for you.'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/v6lmgx_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-5749101100138062180</id><published>2009-03-20T20:29:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:16:09.506+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andromache'/><title type='text'>andromeda and daemon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/seemyhands/icons/1046.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG THE NEW EPISODE WAS O__________________o soooo goooddd!!! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andromeda: ...after all we've been through, you left me what do you expect me to say about that?&lt;br /&gt;Daemon: I don't expect you to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;Andromeda: Non-sense!..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Daemon you've left now you came back but I'm not sure you're even the same person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daemon: I never changed.&lt;br /&gt;Andromeda: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You've change you couldn't see it but you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ reality strikes here, ouch! One point for Andromeda ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daemon: ...before when you ran into me and asked me to take you back I didn't, now I came here to win you again and you're turning me down?&lt;br /&gt;Andromeda: You've proven your worth to me but you didn't value it... too bad eh?&lt;br /&gt;Daemon: I don't understand...&lt;br /&gt;Andromeda: and you never will; pride took you Daemon... all we could ever had, it all fell down because of your pride.&lt;br /&gt;Daemon: I told you nothing changed, we could still go back.&lt;br /&gt;Andromeda: But I don't want to... you've proven how important you are too me, but you've shown how little importance I am to you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You've made your choice before; you can't always cheat life by taking sidebets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ another point for Andromeda here ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daemon: NO! You'll get back to me!&lt;br /&gt;Andromeda: No, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;who the hell do you think you are, Daemon? Who?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were my life before but now you are nothing but a mere ground on the floor that I am stepping at this moment.&lt;/span&gt; I don't look at you, I don't recognize you.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You did it to me before now I am giving you your own dose of medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-5749101100138062180?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5749101100138062180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=5749101100138062180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/5749101100138062180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/5749101100138062180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/03/andromeda-and-daemon.html' title='andromeda and daemon'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-2139921441198540211</id><published>2009-03-16T15:46:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:05:44.873+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>trembling with frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/1578.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another blog fix, I have to go back using a classic template because apparently, the host of my current template has reach its bandwidth. Oh well... I hope she'll be able to fix it out. I love the style. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edited&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh I just fixed it by using another template. Anyway I think I'll settle for this, I hope there will be no more future repairs. DAMMIT I keep on losing my widgets! Look I even lost my link list. GAARRRRRRRRRR I NEED A NEW LINKS TO FOLLOW!!! If ever you are interested please feel free to mail me with your link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edited&lt;/span&gt;: No more title heads this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-2139921441198540211?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2139921441198540211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=2139921441198540211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/2139921441198540211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/2139921441198540211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/03/trembling-with-frustration.html' title='trembling with frustration'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/th_1578.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-7980330874179163165</id><published>2009-03-15T18:39:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:50:30.718+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>o_O? orly?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/11a8vpk.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;hitting myself hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am surprised that my eyes haven't popped out from its socket. SERIOUSLY. It's been like weeks that I have been in front of the computer doing projects. Anyway it's not anything new but this time the projects we have are numerous compare last 2 years ago. It's stressing because we also have exams at the same time, so we're confused what we should do first. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if you want to know what I've been working on this weekend its these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/misc/?action=view&amp;current=Untitled-1copy-2.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/misc/Untitled-1copy-2.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for my Multimedia Studio 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/misc/123.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/206othk.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL my ROBOTS for our 3D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/misc/Untitled-1co2py-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/ea2nom.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our METRES class&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I didn't include my thesis Chapters 1-2 in that pictures! :3 lol. I'm proud that I am able to finish those things despite the fact that I'm loaded. hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh PS before I go, I want to share this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/hItdFK9ond/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/hItdFK9ond/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=hItdFK9ond" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=hItdFK9ond" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=hItdFK9ond" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=hItdFK9ond" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/hItdFK9ond/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/cwF328/music/YRbydNKj/rachael-yamagata-be-be-your-love/"&gt;Be Be Your Love - Rachael Yamagata&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to this like forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-7980330874179163165?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7980330874179163165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=7980330874179163165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/7980330874179163165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/7980330874179163165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/03/oo-orly.html' title='o_O? orly?'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/11a8vpk_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-4834196839763862307</id><published>2009-03-14T11:39:00.009+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:45:19.218+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andromache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>pass by</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/kasbo3.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hidden colors in the color wheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/11813e9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really stays the same....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was momentarily sadden about certain facts of life. It is saddening that nothing really stays permanent; things change. Nothing stays forever, though memory lasts a life time. I wonder.... I wonder where the days had gone by, it seems things started to wither and unfortunately, it came to good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shouldn't have happened; but it did. No one favors it, yet it still went in drains. No one could be blamed, because everyone allowed it to happen. Circumstances comes, things gets out of hand. Who could have thought so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later, we'll come in deals. We'll deliever emotions that had contained us. I watch this things pass me by. It makes me sad but it made me grow. I may have given things up, but there are things that I wouldn't surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should have never happen but it did because of someone who changes your way. It is saddening but there's nothing we could ever done to make you stay still, you are forever drifting apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have fought for the years, yet you cower because of your foolish pride; so go on let things not lest hurt us for it will mark our hearts with scars. I let you go because you are no longer the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Andromeda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-4834196839763862307?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4834196839763862307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=4834196839763862307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/4834196839763862307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/4834196839763862307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/03/pass-by.html' title='pass by'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/kasbo3_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-3700084369214393386</id><published>2009-03-10T14:49:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:03:01.757+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>taking time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/1528.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;finishing tasks one task at a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/misc/?action=view&amp;current=Untitled-1co2py.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/misc/Untitled-1co2py.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have been doing a lot of things lately. Well it's not just me but the whole class. We were bombarded with deadlines! And it's not just any task that we could easily finish at one second but tasks that takes like weeks to finish. What's worst with that is that they wanted us to finish at within only like a week!!! They've got to be kidding me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so much for complaining because whatever or however I complain nothing changes, deadlines are still there... it won't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well unless the school burned down. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/misc/?action=view&amp;current=Untitled-1copy-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/misc/Untitled-1copy-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;deadlines... trying to kill us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-3700084369214393386?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3700084369214393386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=3700084369214393386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/3700084369214393386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/3700084369214393386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/03/taking-time.html' title='taking time'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/th_1528.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-487763693968123468</id><published>2009-03-09T17:01:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:44:11.211+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>loving every moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/23vc56f.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Getting more romance from anime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm... I'm afraid to admit but I have fallen deeply in love with Emma: A Victorian Romance. It isn't anything like I have read before, well the story wasn't at all different but the characterization was good. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/misc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-4copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 464px; height: 303px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/misc/Untitled-4copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/misc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 457px; height: 296px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/misc/Untitled-1copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/misc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-9copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px; height: 328px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/misc/Untitled-9copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sogoi!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-487763693968123468?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/487763693968123468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=487763693968123468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/487763693968123468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/487763693968123468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/03/loving-every-moment.html' title='loving every moment'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/23vc56f_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-8737217317358758207</id><published>2009-03-08T14:04:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T14:30:22.351+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2gvvk9v.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;a lonely cupcake for little miss lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take note that this is a sentiment, a thought. No pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/20auzkh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have my mother asked what are my plans for my birthday tomorrow. Honestly, I couldn't think of anything; or maybe I just couldn't speak out my mind? lol. No, to tell the truth I really don't have any plans except finish studying for our quiz this coming March 11 and do my project in multimedia arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been years when I have been spending my birthdays just like any normal day. It doesn't bug me when there are no big celebrations about it and it usually ends up with a just a small dinner with my family. I never envied those kids when they have a big celebration with clowns because I prefer a quiet celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently, it's taking its toll. It's not that I'm piting myself or something it's just a sense of longing. I never had a memorable birthday and it doesn't even sting when it happens but now, I suddenly have to wonder if there's anyone who would even ... um ... surprise me; or perhaps treat that day as something very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. Now I'm sounding pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, despite my lonely birthday tomorrow, I'm lucky that my mom bought me a box of cupcake; at least I know someone sees its importance even though I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Lonely Birthday to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bitter* *bitter* *bitter*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-8737217317358758207?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8737217317358758207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=8737217317358758207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/8737217317358758207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/8737217317358758207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me.'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/2gvvk9v_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-1047396038674085143</id><published>2009-03-07T12:22:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:56:48.661+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>book thought: ... too many to mention</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2eby9lh.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;A little hand held my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In bed with a devil&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lorraine Heath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; They call him the Devil Earl—a scoundrel and accused murderer who grew up on the violent London streets. A proper young lady risks more than her reputation when consorting with the roguishly handsome Lucian Langdon, but Lady Catherine Mabry believes she has no choice. To protect those she loves, she would do anything—even strike a bargain with the devil himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucian desires respectability and a wife above all else, but the woman of his choosing lacks the social graces to be accepted by the aristocracy. Catherine can help Lucian gain everything he wants. But what she asks for in exchange will put their very lives in jeopardy. When danger closes in, Catherine discovers a man of immense passion and he discovers a woman of immeasurable courage. As secrets from his dark past are revealed, Lucian begins to question everything he knows to be true, including the yearnings of his own heart. &lt;/em&gt; - From &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bed-Devil-Avon-Romantic-Treasure/dp/0061355577/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1236414289&amp;amp;sr=8-4"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt;.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was amazing about this book is that it isn't one of a trashy romance novel I have read. It wasn't deep as I used to love the book but the turnabout of the events was rather satisfying. Suffice as I must say. The characterization was plain not anything very memorable or something. What makes the biggest point here is that the story was rather very sweet. I didn't expect that the story would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; tender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of scenes that I actually love. All in all, it was fine. Not bad though it's not at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rating: 4/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Choke&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;em&gt;Chuck Palahniuk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor Mancini is a ruthless con artist. Victor Mancini is a med-school dropout who's taken a job playing an Irish indentured servant in a colonial-era theme park in order to help care for his Alzheimer's-afflicted mother. Victor Mancini is a sex addict. Victor Mancini is a direct descendant of Jesus Christ. All of these statements about the protagonist of &lt;i&gt;Choke&lt;/i&gt; are more or less true. Welcome, once again, to the world of  Chuck Palahniuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Choke-Chuck-Palahniuk/dp/0307388921/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1236414818&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing about this book is that it tries so hard to be Fight Club but it isn't. It is also a narrative story told by the protagonist, Victor. Um.. the profanity was rather .. unexpected. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was disappointed because I was thinking that this might be something very complex as Fight Club but it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rating: 2/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Take me&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucy Monroe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared, Viscount Ravenswood, has no choice but to honor the deathbed wish of his ailing servant. All she asks is that Jared introduce her soon-to-be orphaned daughter to the notorious and reclusive Calantha, Duchess of Clairborne. No ordinary request, for this is no ordinary child. She is, in fact, the key to the Duchess's most private secrets, and to Jared's own past-one that has branded him Lord Beast among the ton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the Viscount meets the Duchess, he finds not the pitiless dowager he expected, but a lovely and wary angel-survivor of a brutal marriage left now with only her roses and the breathtaking mystery that is her life. For Jared, to solve it is to fall in love, to make her believe in the impossible, and to follow the promise that comes with the most intimate whisper of all... Take me... - from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Take-Me-Langley-Family-Trilogy/dp/0425212211/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1236414922&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is just me but the story is mediocre. It didn't held a strong story. I think the reason why I think it didn't work for me is because I expect so much for this novel and yet it didn't turn out the way I thought it would be... or maybe the fact that I wasn't able to read the first book turned this sour for me? Baah either way I thought that it was just an ordinary story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rating: 2/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Beyond Innocence&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emma Holly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. sorry no description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um... sorry for being brief but just check out the book. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, however it wasn't any exceptional or something very extraordinary. Though I must say.... ahh.. it was rather good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for being brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I want to read is the Beyond Seduction, I think that book would be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, other than that this book.. is just.. um.... okay. I'll leave it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emmaholly.com/innocence.htm"&gt;check there&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rating: 4/5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-1047396038674085143?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1047396038674085143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=1047396038674085143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/1047396038674085143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/1047396038674085143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/03/book-thought-too-many-to-mention.html' title='book thought: ... too many to mention'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/2eby9lh_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-6640330179566086529</id><published>2009-03-04T14:51:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:52:25.241+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notes'/><title type='text'>le strange.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/seemyhands/icons/1146.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;long time no post. I'm alive and I'm still kicking. Will be back somehow. :D hahaha&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/16959096-6640330179566086529?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6640330179566086529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=6640330179566086529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/6640330179566086529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/6640330179566086529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/03/le-strange.html' title='le strange.'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-5940059324587384646</id><published>2009-02-12T16:29:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:45:21.632+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>out of sync?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/seemyhands/icons/976.gif" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;... pending ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The problem is I want to update but nothing comes out. There's a lot of thought but then it suddenly evaporates&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-5940059324587384646?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5940059324587384646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=5940059324587384646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/5940059324587384646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/5940059324587384646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/02/out-of-sync.html' title='out of sync?'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-7825437088230834059</id><published>2009-02-08T16:04:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T16:13:18.053+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>twilight hate: #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/seemyhands/icons/1379-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;bring the lulz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/x42q6h.jpg0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-7825437088230834059?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7825437088230834059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=7825437088230834059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/7825437088230834059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/7825437088230834059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/02/twilight-hate-1.html' title='twilight hate: #1'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/x42q6h_th.jpg0' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-1956834046455364277</id><published>2009-02-07T06:28:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T06:29:35.375+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>universal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/1433.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;my universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Core Skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a highly analytical mind and thrive at 'back room work'. You like to think through problems rationally and methodically in a structured way. You love hard facts and intellectual challenges. You take pleasure in coming up with new ways of looking at old problems. You are a diplomatic team-player, steady and in control.&lt;br /&gt;Potential Areas Of Weakness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a chance that you may come across as uptight or stand-offish. Though you may appear detached and reserved, it seems this may be due more to a lack of confidence than anything else. You have a low tolerance for inefficiency and can be intellectually impatient, so you don't always involve team members and can alienate them. Sometimes you are so engrossed in lofty thinking that you can forget simple everyday concerns such as time management and deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;Areas You Might Want To Work On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * be sure to involve team members in your thinking and actively encourage their input and criticism&lt;br /&gt;    * focus on leadership skills including public speaking and group facilitation&lt;br /&gt;    * work on becoming more naturally confident and gregarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careers That May Suit You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;civil servant spy lawyer systems analyst strategist pharmacist&lt;br /&gt;Your Detailed Personality Assessment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You clearly have an impressive and flexible intellect which you are able to apply successfully to whatever takes your fancy. You owe it to yourself to make sure that your work environment offers you maximum stimulation and satisfaction. You are at your best when you are energised by serious brain-work. Keep your focus on the end-game by making clear structured plans and sticking to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe in leading by example. If you want something done well, you like to show the way and let others follow your lead. As far as you're concerned, that's the key to winning the respect and loyalty of your colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a strong aesthetic sense and appreciate the value of true mastery. You have strong ambitions and like to push yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're quite a maverick at heart. Not for you the traditional paths of career development. You have true entrepreneurial flair and are always thinking of new and original ways to get ahead in life. It's good to keep things fresh. You like variety and may feel frustrated in a work set-up which limits your potential for self-expression. Being your own boss is definitely appealing to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in a steady place right now. Work life is going smoothly, with no major ups or downs. You are quite pensive and open to new ideas but also happy to work at your own pace. It feels good when things follow their logical path. It's not surprising that you're feeling upbeat. You seem to be getting a lot of satisfaction from your job. It's a passion and it makes you feel alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you approach each day can have huge implications for your success in the workplace. And it seems that you have your priorities right. You have a very bright disposition and generally see the positive side of things. You know yourself well and know what you need to feel good. The only danger is that sometimes you may lack the go-getting energy that can be beneficial in driving your career forwards.&lt;br /&gt;The Future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may still be a student but you're smart to be thinking ahead and checking out your career options. You're about to embark on a really exciting time in your life - and there's going to be lots of decisions to make that will shape your future. And you've got a pretty healthy attitude when it comes down to it. You don't allow yourself to get too stressed out by life however challenging it may be. Just make sure that you're not so laid back that you lack the necessary drive to promote yourself and really fulfill your potential with your first job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-1956834046455364277?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1956834046455364277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=1956834046455364277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/1956834046455364277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/1956834046455364277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/02/universal.html' title='universal'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/th_1433.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-3934956070476986486</id><published>2009-02-01T18:29:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:30:57.039+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Adz wants you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2isb69g.gif" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;SHE WANTS YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/nwkhg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIERCE.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-3934956070476986486?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3934956070476986486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=3934956070476986486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/3934956070476986486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/3934956070476986486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/02/adz-wants-you.html' title='Adz wants you'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/2isb69g_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-5922750665126441146</id><published>2009-01-31T13:53:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:55:45.891+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimp'/><title type='text'>flickr!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/1477.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;tadadada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://beta3.flickr.com/photos/loveohlovelove/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/1z1h5sg.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-5922750665126441146?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5922750665126441146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=5922750665126441146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/5922750665126441146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/5922750665126441146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/01/flickr.html' title='flickr!~'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/th_1477.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-4064334739394713145</id><published>2009-01-31T09:09:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:14:24.913+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>woohoo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/1441.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm telling you I'm staying alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.tinypic.com/2ps0w9v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/e5puts.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click for full image&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like dancing in this music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/n74qsyWG7p/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/n74qsyWG7p/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=n74qsyWG7p"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=n74qsyWG7p"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=n74qsyWG7p"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=n74qsyWG7p"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/n74qsyWG7p/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/qxxxq/music/Q71Ogs0f/bee_gees_stayin_alive/"&gt;Stayin Alive - Bee Gees&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooohooo!! coding, homeworks, quizzes? I'm telling you I'm staying alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-4064334739394713145?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4064334739394713145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=4064334739394713145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/4064334739394713145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/4064334739394713145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/01/woohoo.html' title='woohoo!!'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/th_1441.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-7927195732901667311</id><published>2009-01-30T16:30:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:41:33.255+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>flying high</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/1432.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;too high to imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/zvvqyg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;Hang gliding&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;This bird I straddle,  ,  &lt;br /&gt;Feet firm in the saddle&lt;br /&gt;Steering left, steering right &lt;br /&gt;Weightless in flight.  &lt;br /&gt;Peace, Serenity &lt;br /&gt;No one up here but me &lt;br /&gt;The freedom I feel &lt;br /&gt;removed from the real. &lt;br /&gt;Takes me to another place&lt;br /&gt;No time... only space. &lt;br /&gt;But alas! It cannot last&lt;br /&gt;The world looms fast&lt;br /&gt;Descend into reality &lt;br /&gt;No longer free &lt;br /&gt;Back to the daily grind&lt;br /&gt;Open  my eyes, close my mind. .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits: &lt;a href="http://www.helium.com/items/466147-poetry-flying"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-7927195732901667311?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7927195732901667311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=7927195732901667311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/7927195732901667311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/7927195732901667311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/01/flying-high.html' title='flying high'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv284/iseemyhands/icons/th_1432.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-7586288947419115671</id><published>2009-01-26T14:31:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:40:37.799+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judith McNaught'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad men'/><title type='text'>I want you to get here and ravish me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/1zd7ji9.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I am unwilling blogger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;No, I am not for link exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not for comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not looking for friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I DO NOT WANT ANYTHING THAT HAS TO DO WITH BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, I AM BLOGGING.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Jack's unfriendly thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I haven't been blogging here lately, well assuming someone reads this. LOL. I'm FINE if you're going to ask. Well I just thought of dropping by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Double Standards - Judith McNaught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to remind myself to write about my thought regarding that book. Possibly later on. :) I'm still up to watching MadMen. DAMMIT that series has got me. It isn't something that would really lure me into watching it, I thought the plot was a bit confusing but then I couldn't help but to admit that it's entertaining to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND DAMN YOU DON DRAPER, WHY SO HOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I FIND PETE CAMPBELL NOT ATTRACTIVE, BUT I'D TAP HIM IN A HEARTBEAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/ftfv3l.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH I HATE HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for an angry sex. lol.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-7586288947419115671?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7586288947419115671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=7586288947419115671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/7586288947419115671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/7586288947419115671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-you-to-get-here-and-ravish-me.html' title='I want you to get here and ravish me.'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/1zd7ji9_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-1489339572238196243</id><published>2009-01-25T15:01:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:54:24.949+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>movie thoughts: The Reader</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/SXxH9AcM4fI/AAAAAAAAAQA/U4mYmk0AmEE/s1600-h/sdsd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/SXxH9AcM4fI/AAAAAAAAAQA/U4mYmk0AmEE/s320/sdsd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295186375296737778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/fn6888.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"I can't live without you. The thought of leaving you kills me. Do you love me?" - Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE READER opens in post-WWII Germany when teenager Michael Berg becomes ill and is helped home by Hanna, a stranger twice his age. Michael recovers from scarlet fever and seeks out Hanna to thank her. The two are quickly drawn into a passionate but secretive affair. Michael discovers that Hanna loves being read to and their physical relationship deepens. Hanna is enthralled as Michael reads to her from "The Odyssey," "Huck Finn" and "The Lady with the Little Dog." Despite their intense bond, Hanna mysteriously disappears one day and Michael is left confused and heartbroken. Eight years later, while Michael is a law student observing the Nazi war crime trials, he is stunned to find Hanna back in his life - this time as a defendant in the courtroom. As Hanna's past is revealed, Michael uncovers a deep secret that will impact both of their lives. THE READER is a story about truth and reconciliation, about how one generation comes to terms with the crimes of another. - from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0976051/"&gt;imdb.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**spoilers**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel obliged to say that this movie is entirely effective. It's appealing to watch, makes the viewers feel the frustration and the drama. I, myself, couldn't handle the drama and frustration in the movie. I was hoping that Hannah could've admit that she doesn't know to read and so that in the end, she could've have a better ending. However, the case isn't that. TOO FREAKING BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't want to fall into submitting that I found myself enticed by the seduction and romance of the story, but I did. I feel actually perverted by the fact that even though it's pedophilish I felt the love in the air ~ (♥) ~ lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as of the characters, I feel like applauding for the pretty and versatile actress, Kate Winslet for doing a job well done. I wouldn't be surprised if she'll win the Oscars for this. As for David Kross, HOLYSHMOLEY! YOU. ARE.FANTASTIC. I hardly can't believe that it's his debut! He is very very good actor.  I wouldn't be surprised if he'll have tods of offers after this film. He is just sooo good.. and of course HOT. lol. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, about the sex involve in the film, I hardly felt uncomfortable. IDK. Compare when I watched the Lolita I was really disgusted but this one? It's just different. Well I think it's because, imo, I'd rather see young male making love to older woman rather than the otherway around. THAT. IS. MY. OPINION. ON. THAT. CASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it's a good film. Now, I feel like buying the book. I just need some cash. :) lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rating: 5/5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-1489339572238196243?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1489339572238196243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=1489339572238196243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/1489339572238196243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/1489339572238196243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/01/movie-thoughts-reader.html' title='movie thoughts: The Reader'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/SXxH9AcM4fI/AAAAAAAAAQA/U4mYmk0AmEE/s72-c/sdsd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-9038815372657843390</id><published>2009-01-17T21:24:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:45:21.375+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>after a long while</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2w6ihok.gif" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;...that's how friendship goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stretches back then arms* + *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 hours sitting in front of the computer. WOW! It's really a long day this time for me because I did our 3D modeling. I really thought that it was hard, but it really wasn't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; hard. It's actually easy this time because I am already familiar with the tools and its uses. Of course, there are things that made me slow down from working and it's because of the distractions. Also, the fact that I have to think of my model, ate most of my time. However, aside from that, everything went smooth. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermm... I'm not boasting, I'm just stating the fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's already 1:35 and I'm still waiting up for &lt;strong&gt;Adeline&lt;/strong&gt; to finish doing hers so I could shut this computer down and have a sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[drama] and why I'm waiting for her? well it's because that's how friendship goes. :) hahaha! [/drama]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a second thought, if I finish updating my blog and she's not yet done... I guess I'll have to this off. I can really no longer keep myself from being awake. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-9038815372657843390?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/9038815372657843390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=9038815372657843390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/9038815372657843390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/9038815372657843390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/01/after-long-while.html' title='after a long while'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/2w6ihok_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-4374916048370412929</id><published>2009-01-16T16:12:00.009+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:30:42.594+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>moderated: Physics time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2uzqqo4.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"damn" I whisper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am Jack's weak lungs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I entered the room, I knew I was hopeless. I am in her mercy now. The only refuge I have is my God's unquestionable miracle. However, I am a sinner and I hope that God would not forget me; or if so He did, He has another plans for me; and that's something I have to take in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be positive for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was inevitable. What will occur in any minute that time, I knew nothing can stop it. Not even a natural disaster. I was starting to get nervous as time passed by. It was like as if I was waiting to be executed, though I really was, figuratively speaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment, she took her turn. That damn turn. My heart pounded on my chest, wanting to get out from its veins. I was left with no choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then when she handed me that paper. That paper which was the reason I held my breath for minutes. I knew I have to face it. I knew there was nothing I can do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"damn" I whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am Jack's hopeless soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-4374916048370412929?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4374916048370412929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=4374916048370412929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/4374916048370412929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/4374916048370412929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/01/moderated-physics-time.html' title='moderated: Physics time'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/2uzqqo4_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-3184087235233385794</id><published>2009-01-13T15:53:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:33:59.254+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cate blanchett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kate winslet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>From Cate to Kate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/1z4vp04.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Gorgeousness: Check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/misc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=10-1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/misc/10-1.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply gorgeous Kate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/misc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=12-1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/misc/12-1.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love Cate here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/misc/11-2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Kate has this classic aura in her. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/misc/134.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, undeniably gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/misc/156.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. OTP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/misc/14.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the fact that they are good friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/misc/157.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least, a warm hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love Kate and Cate ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-3184087235233385794?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3184087235233385794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=3184087235233385794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/3184087235233385794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/3184087235233385794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/01/from-cate-to-kate.html' title='From Cate to Kate'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/1z4vp04_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-4240898858746151435</id><published>2009-01-13T06:09:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T07:07:46.820+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Movie thoughts: The Good German</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/SWv9UDFw-BI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ow18Lhbpiao/s1600-h/good_german.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/SWv9UDFw-BI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ow18Lhbpiao/s320/good_german.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290600708145477650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2yzcyud.gif" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;If war is hell then what comes after?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Berlin, July, 1945. Journalist Jake Geismer arrives to cover the Potsdam conference, issued a captain's uniform for easier passage. He also wants to find Lena, an old flame who's now a prostitute desperate to get out of Berlin. He discovers that the driver he's assigned, a cheerful down-home sadist named Corporal Tully, is Lena's keeper. When the body of a murdered man washes up in Potsdam (within the Russian sector), Jake may be the only person who wants to solve the crime: U.S. personnel are busy finding Nazis to bring to trial, the Russians and the Americans are looking for German rocket scientists, and Lena has her own secrets.&lt;/em&gt; - from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0452624/"&gt;imdb.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that the movie was good. Well the downside there is that I just didn't understand a bit of it. What I didn't understand is the "last puzzle" that Cate was referring to. The fault there is that I didn't catch her last phrase. GUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I thought that Cate was good here. HAH! She can fake accent...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George on the other hand was pretty smooth.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I thought that this is a bit similar to &lt;strong&gt;Casablanca&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rating: 3/5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-4240898858746151435?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4240898858746151435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=4240898858746151435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/4240898858746151435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='30 rock'/><title type='text'>Obligatory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/1zq387r.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;YES FOR 30 ROCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/20ppis0.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;T.V Comedy Actress: Tina Fey&lt;br /&gt;T.V Comedy Actor: Alec Baldwin&lt;br /&gt;Comedy Series: 30 Rock&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-7368925507538862016?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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working. arrrrrrrrrrrghh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-4647104470805588406?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4647104470805588406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=4647104470805588406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/4647104470805588406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/4647104470805588406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-crap.html' title='Oh crap!'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-2191747915438535348</id><published>2009-01-10T05:16:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T06:19:43.085+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seduce me at sunrise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisa Kleypas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Book thoughts: Seduce me at Sunrise - Lisa Kleypas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/SWf5ztdvwvI/AAAAAAAAAOw/AB5VDaK8Wf4/s1600-h/51ee5OyOSPL._SL500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/SWf5ztdvwvI/AAAAAAAAAOw/AB5VDaK8Wf4/s320/51ee5OyOSPL._SL500_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289470954142941938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/11ral8h.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Something never changes. Some thing lasts" - Merripen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kev Merripen has longed for the beautiful, well-bred Winnifred Hathaway ever since her family rescued him from the brink of death when he was just a boy. But this handsome Gypsy is a man of mysterious origins—and he fears that the darkness of his past could crush delicate, luminous Win. So Kev refuses to submit to temptation…and before long Win is torn from him by a devastating twist of fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Win returns to England…only to find that Kev has hardened into a man who will deny love at all costs. Meantime, an attractive, seductive suitor has set his sights on Win. It’s now or never for Kev to make his move. But first, he must confront a dangerous secret about his destiny—or risk losing the only woman he has lived for…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have turned cold (for a while) with romance novels, when I saw this novel in the shelf of National Bookstore I didn't hesitate in buying it. The reason that I didn't is because I promised myself that I would read this one, because their story in Mine till Midnight was just so painfully beautiful. I feel like it's an obligatory to read it. :D lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say about this book is that it was more of angst. You see, Merripen couldn't be with Win (though they are undeniably in love with each other) because of social status. Also, Merripen sees Win as fragile as a butterfly. Her illness and his status became the reason for them to have a forbidden love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading this kind of story from Lisa Kleypas was unusual... I thought it wasn't bad but it frustrates the hell out of me. For one thing: I couldn't understand Merripen's logic; and for another: He was such an emo guy here. However, Win was undeniably a good character in the story. I find her a strong women because there was part that she even has to deny him because of his callousness. In regard's to Kev's character, he seems like he was not the Merripen I knew in Mine till Midnight because he had given me the impression that he's a silent, lethal, and rather very mysterious... but then in this book he seems to have overly developed that made a big changes. Maybe it's because I wasn't expecting that he could be that controlling and that hard here. I was expecting of a hopeless, descreet, romantic hero and not brooding. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway aside from that, Cam and Kev's being brother was rather predictable. Lol. It was a lame development because ever since from the beginning it was so obvious that they were brother. In addition, the way they have found out how they are related to each other wasn't told very strong. I mean they have figured it out so... lamely? lol. I think it could've been developed still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was one of the best thing about this story is Leo and Ms. Marks. I thought they were hilarious and a perfect match. I hope they'll be on the next line. I also think that Poppy and Beatrix's character is charming as ever. I guess this wouldn't be the last time that I'll be reading romance novel because the Hathaways was on its best characters so far... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 3.5/5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-2191747915438535348?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2191747915438535348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=2191747915438535348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/2191747915438535348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/2191747915438535348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/01/book-thoughts-seduce-me-at-sunrise-lisa.html' title='Book thoughts: Seduce me at Sunrise - Lisa Kleypas'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/SWf5ztdvwvI/AAAAAAAAAOw/AB5VDaK8Wf4/s72-c/51ee5OyOSPL._SL500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-9106481868210702566</id><published>2009-01-04T17:12:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:14:17.728+04:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/seemyhands/icons/1043.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipersonic.com" title="Take the free personality test!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.ipersonic.com/ENIT.png" border="0" alt="Take the free personality test!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzEwNzQ3MDgzNTkmcHQ9MTIzMTA3NDcxNzc5NiZwPTQ2NjIxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPTRkOGI*MDIyNDdkNDQ1Mzc4ODI5MWRhZmYzNmUwOWJh.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-9106481868210702566?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/9106481868210702566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=9106481868210702566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/9106481868210702566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/9106481868210702566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-6607161803673121634</id><published>2009-01-04T16:18:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T16:30:37.072+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>If I was really out of my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2njjcl4.gif" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's some kind of a miracle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is often a wonder why on earth I have been spending time in my blog here, when in fact no one hardly reads my entry. Like what I have mentioned in my &lt;a href="http://loveohlovelove.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-plugs-no-ads-no-nothing.html"&gt;too private&lt;/a&gt; post, attention doesn't appeal to me anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this way, I feel at home because I can update anytime I want and not wanting others to return back comments. Also, this became a way for me to have my own personal space. I guess, there are only one person or two who knows me, and the rest who reads this are virtually strangers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt more at home because this one reminds me of my personal journal as well.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in this blog it comes with surprises. You see, I don't expect someone commenting and every time I see &lt;strong&gt;Comment (1)&lt;/strong&gt; it takes me by surprise. It's some kind of a miracle that even unpublished as I hope this could be, someone reaches over me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of miracle... here's the trailer of &lt;strong&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7L6K3fkwr-Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7L6K3fkwr-Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-6607161803673121634?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6607161803673121634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=6607161803673121634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/6607161803673121634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/6607161803673121634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-i-was-really-out-of-my-mind.html' title='If I was really out of my mind'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/2njjcl4_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-1425843093416824865</id><published>2009-01-02T16:20:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:27:19.194+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>movie thoughts: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/SV4HV2j7uxI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gExP8MVA8f4/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/SV4HV2j7uxI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gExP8MVA8f4/s320/12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286671084584418066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/15gv3bb.gif" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Some things last" - Daisy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to say about this movie. I love how unusual the plot of the story and its message. The value of the movie was clearly expressed. The acting was good. I don't know what else to add because this was just superb! The ending was great and it's the best 2008 movie that I have watched. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acting was good. Brad and Cate was able to deliver and develop their character very well. I wouldn't be surprised if Brad or Cate would won on the Oscars, they are just great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't spoil what the story all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just highly recommend it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like as if someone reads this. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I'll make a picspam of this one day.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rating: 5/5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-1425843093416824865?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1425843093416824865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=1425843093416824865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/1425843093416824865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/1425843093416824865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/01/movie-thoughts-curious-case-of-benjamin.html' title='movie thoughts: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/SV4HV2j7uxI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gExP8MVA8f4/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-2348742434835173368</id><published>2009-01-02T16:13:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:18:17.976+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>ze bore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/hswfmv.gif" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*le sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to school... yet.  gaaaah there's really no stopping class this coming week. How unlucky is that? crap. I hate that I'm going back to le school because of all the ze work for the ze bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway random shot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/ev3kls.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being dramatic yesterday because I have watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0421715/mediaindex"&gt;The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button&lt;/a&gt; and it made me cry like a baby! Gaaaaaah Cate was so lovely. I'll post my ze review after this. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-2348742434835173368?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2348742434835173368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=2348742434835173368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/2348742434835173368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/2348742434835173368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/01/ze-bore.html' title='ze bore!'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/hswfmv_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-7306551606302482235</id><published>2009-01-01T08:54:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:57:14.848+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='year: 09'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insight'/><title type='text'>Looking Forward 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/j9yav6.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;...I'm looking forward to a better '09...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek. - &lt;strong&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every new year we come with lots of New Year's Resolution, only in the end it goes along with the wind. It really takes dedication and commitment to have a successful resolution. I always think that change would happen not in a snap but gradually. Change will come only to those who are persevere, patience, and dedicated people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's basically a hard thought because your enemy here to achieve a successful resolution is no one but yourself. I came up with this thought just before I get into what I want to do and what I want to change this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it goes with discipline; it's really hard to discipline myself in terms of doing what I'm supposed to do; because there will always be distractions and hindrance. The only solution that I have here for myself is to always remind myself what I'm suppose to do or avoid to do so. By doing this, it reminds me of my goals and then somehow I'll get back on my track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second suppressing the usual (habit). I'm sort of becoming a masochistic because I want to suppress myself with what I found pleasurable. Thus when I suppress myself, it evolves then to urges then if I suppress it more it become unbearable but then I found it fulfilling . Every time I fight my own urges it always gives me a good feeling because I know that I can handle my cravings. I've read once before that we shouldn't be the slave of our body but the master and if we live with that thought we begin to show to ourself who should be the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third maintaining the focus. Dedication and principle are all that it takes. It is important that I  tell myself that I'm doing this for my good. It wouldn't be suffice but in the end I'll just have to remind myself that I'm supposed to be disciplining myself and do what I promised to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth do things along with God. I'm awfully faithful now, I always believe that whatever it takes, however hard it is to achieve, but if I do it with GOD nothing is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that I mentioned I'm looking forward to a better '09 because I'm planning to change and do things that I hope I did before (it's all positive yo!).  I know it's not too late and it all matters to me if I want to make it happen or not; since I realize that it's all in my hands (with God's will) I may be able to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I want to fill in the questions that I ask always ask. The year 2008 provided my an answer to What Happiness is. What I'm going to looking forward is the answer to the question: &lt;strong&gt;What makes someone self-fulfilled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that, I'm all set for 09.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-7306551606302482235?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7306551606302482235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=7306551606302482235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/7306551606302482235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/7306551606302482235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2009/01/looking-forward-09.html' title='Looking Forward 09'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/j9yav6_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-2596724148265268839</id><published>2008-12-28T10:03:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T10:14:49.416+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Pushing  plans farther</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/e6erf5.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;it seems like I have again to push it farther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week to go and I'm back to school. It sucks more than I could think of. Apparently, while I am having a vacation, our demented teachers gave us a pile of work to do during holidays. Seriously? I don't know if I should call it holiday because we are still working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm about to face all my work, I couldn't help but to think how much I am dreading what I am going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say, I started working already. I've got like 3 of my work half-way done. The thing is I've been doing it from time to time. Say, for example, like today I've studies and took notes of the nature of waves which is our homework in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt;, then I did half of the Conceptual framework and Objectives of the study in our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Metres&lt;/span&gt;, I still haven't touched our&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; literature&lt;/span&gt; (because it's a pain in the ass), and I have already downloaded the software for our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Multimedia studio 2&lt;/span&gt;, but I haven't started doing the tutorial. Soooooooooo.. I'm all half way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, I stopped working just because my allergy is killing me. I have been sneezing my nose off, and I'm getting a bit sleepy with all the medications that I took. Therefore, to keep it short I'm going to pause for now and do things again tomorrow, or probably later tonight, I really don't know when. You see,the only thing that can hinder me from doing what I'm supposed to do is my pain in the ass brother who is going to use this computer and I have no laptop as of now (don't ask). With all that I said, I'd probably have to push my plans farther from my original plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gaaaaaaaaaaaah I'm supposed to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Revolutionary Road&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bolt&lt;/span&gt; right now so I could start doing the graphics later. Oh well, it seems like I have again to push it farther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so wtf?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-2596724148265268839?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2596724148265268839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=2596724148265268839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/2596724148265268839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/2596724148265268839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/pushing-plans-farther.html' title='Pushing  plans farther'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/e6erf5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-4879843950033885141</id><published>2008-12-27T16:47:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T10:01:32.614+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insight'/><title type='text'>Spark a hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2uz47dd.gif" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;...it made me re-think of not killing the hope that was left in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I watched the Polar Express, one of the quotation that got me is when Santa said &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"...[J]ust remember, the true spirit of Christmas lies in your heart"&lt;/span&gt;. That's one of the quotes that I will not forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering back when we were kids I am also part of the "Christmas kids".  Whenever "ber" months kicks in, I get fully excited because I know Christmas will be coming! As a kid, it's one of the months that I really look forward too. To me, Christmas is always special because it is filled with love and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to watching Polar Express, I thought that our Christmas will be lame because my sisters and my dad is not here. I thought that it will be quiet and cold as the weather. I am lucky that I watch that movie because  when the narrator said this quote it hit so hard that I suddenly re-think what I was trying to consider. This is what was said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;At one time most of my friends could hear the bell, but as years passed it fell silent for all of them. Even Sarah found one Christmas that she could no longer hear its sweet sound. Though I've grown old the bell still rings for me, as it does for all who truly believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, if I was flying in... that quote pulled me back on earth! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I watched the news the report asked a commoner about how they will spend their Christmas, their usual answer would always be negative such as: There will be no celebration, it will only be like any normal day or there will be no Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is saddening that on their answer there was no hope. Actually, as I can see it it can be treated in other ways as well. I mean, these people who are hopeless aren't just hopeless with Christmas but also onto their life. I am not stereotyping, but if they could not even spark a hope for one day how can they have a hope for their entire life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sorry for them that they see Christmas that way. I am glad that I have seen the movie because it taught me and it made me re-think of not killing the hope that was left in me. I wish they could have seen the movie as well because it might have save their life as it did mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-4879843950033885141?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4879843950033885141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=4879843950033885141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/4879843950033885141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/4879843950033885141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/spark-hope.html' title='Spark a hope'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/2uz47dd_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-880842244502244377</id><published>2008-12-26T10:23:00.014+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:13:10.757+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='csi: miami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horatio caine'/><title type='text'>Get more of Horatio Caine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/SVSFROn-XFI/AAAAAAAAAOg/BQrp12eJch0/s1600-h/horatio_caine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/SVSFROn-XFI/AAAAAAAAAOg/BQrp12eJch0/s320/horatio_caine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283994793842465874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/5oh3lt.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Cult Of Horatio Caine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first impression, &lt;strong&gt;Horatio Caine&lt;/strong&gt; is a bad ass, cynical CSI. No doubt. However, cynical as he may seem I must say that he's my favorite CSI so far. I just have to see what &lt;strong&gt;Grissom&lt;/strong&gt; has, if in case he may be much better than &lt;strong&gt;Horatio&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like about &lt;strong&gt;Horatio&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Horatio&lt;/span&gt; certainly has a strong aura. I like him because he is principled and he won't killers go over with murder. Also, the fact that he is very sympathetic and compassionate give him a 1000 plus factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All through the episodes and season that I watch, Horatio's compassion would never fail to touch my heart. Maybe the fact that his brother got killed made him cynical, but at least he was cynical in terms of solving the case and avenging the victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, &lt;strong&gt;Caruso&lt;/strong&gt;'s acting wasn't bad. His acting was very convincing. Must I also add the fact that his eyes speaks so much of what he wants to imply? Hell yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I also like him with all that slow dragging talks and of course his endless one liners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I just want to post this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/e0n0ag.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-880842244502244377?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/880842244502244377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=880842244502244377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/880842244502244377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/880842244502244377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/get-more-of-horatio-caine.html' title='Get more of Horatio Caine'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/SVSFROn-XFI/AAAAAAAAAOg/BQrp12eJch0/s72-c/horatio_caine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-4014440891883361264</id><published>2008-12-25T14:09:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T14:30:50.679+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merry christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2aigggj.gif" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Merry Christmas :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/1432o28.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://loveohlovelove.multiply.com/photos/album/13/Christmas_shot&gt;Christmas shot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my pictures taken during christmas. MWAHAHAHAHA&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. What are your nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;Hael,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. How do you style your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Pony tail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. What's new in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;mosquito lamp. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. How many colours are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;3. White, black and red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Are you an introvert or extrovert?&lt;br /&gt;Mixture of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. What was the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;Paradoxical Commandments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Do you nap a lot?&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. If the person you secretly like is already taken, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha am I suppose to do something? umm... cheer? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;none as I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's your favorite dessert?&lt;br /&gt;Tom Sturridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What websites do you visit daily?&lt;br /&gt;My blogspot, multiply, flickr, gmail, ebay, and lj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you write fic? What was the last fic you wrote?&lt;br /&gt;about this cute pug who fell in love with an elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you like to clean?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I like everything tidy and neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What's the last song that got stuck in your head?&lt;br /&gt;12 days of christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's the last movie you saw?&lt;br /&gt;texas chainsaw massacre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you enter a relationship with your ideal partner, even if you knew he/she was seriously involved with/married to someone else and would never leave them?&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your least favorite thing to do that you have to do everyday?&lt;br /&gt;Everyday? Smacking my arms/legs there and there,  because of my damn enemies for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-4014440891883361264?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4014440891883361264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=4014440891883361264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/4014440891883361264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/4014440891883361264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/2aigggj_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-735931640461143665</id><published>2008-12-24T17:46:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:50:21.554+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>gaaaaaah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2s9ww1k.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm a bit worried because there's a lot of things to do! I will actually start doing my projects/homeworks tomorrow. Also, I'm going to put up a great time plan because I'm targeting this &lt;strong&gt;Weekend&lt;/strong&gt; for me to submit new entries of my graphics. gaaaaaaahh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pending:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Physics - Next Weekend&lt;br /&gt;* Metres (draft of chapter 1 in Thesis) - Starts tomorrow for chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;* Video Presentation - next week, monday&lt;br /&gt;* Literature - Weekend. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um.. I'm going to use this &lt;strong&gt;Shia&lt;/strong&gt; icon for a while because he's... shmexy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-735931640461143665?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/735931640461143665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=735931640461143665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/735931640461143665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/735931640461143665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/gaaaaaah.html' title='gaaaaaah'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/2s9ww1k_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-1389488337631044018</id><published>2008-12-24T12:02:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:41:13.584+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>book thoughts: Fight Club - Chris Palahniuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/SVHtTq1gCCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ztVDGgK4jRw/s1600-h/fight-club3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/SVHtTq1gCCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ztVDGgK4jRw/s320/fight-club3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283264760054286370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2s9ww1k.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Maybe Self destruction was the answer" - fight club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Featuring soap made from human fat, waiters at high-class restaurants who do unmentionable things to soup and an underground organization dedicated to inflicting a violent anarchy upon the land, Palahniuk's apocalyptic first novel is clearly not for the faint of heart. The unnamed (and extremely unreliable) narrator, who makes his living investigating accidents for a car company in order to assess their liability, is combating insomnia and a general sense of anomie by attending a steady series of support-group meetings for the grievously ill, at one of which (testicular cancer) he meets a young woman named Marla. She and the narrator get into a love triangle of sorts with Tyler Durden, a mysterious and gleefully destructive young man with whom the narrator starts a fight club, a secret society that offers young professionals the chance to beat one another to a bloody pulp. Mayhem ensues, beginning with the narrator's condo exploding and culminating with a terrorist attack on the world's tallest building. Writing in an ironic deadpan and including something to offend everyone, Palahniuk is a risky writer who takes chances galore, especially with a particularly bizarre plot twist he throws in late in the book. Caustic, outrageous, bleakly funny, violent and always unsettling, Palahniuk's utterly original creation will make even the most jaded reader sit up and take notice. Movie rights to Fox 2000.&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 1996 Reed Business Information, Inc.&lt;/em&gt; - From &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fight-Club-Novel-Chuck-Palahniuk/dp/0393327345/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1230106000&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book offers a twisted kind of philosophy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like about this debut book from Palahniuk is the subtlety of his persuasion. The book started with the Narrator talking about people asking him if he knew &lt;strong&gt;Tyler Durden&lt;/strong&gt;. Also, unlike any other beginning, this one started with the Protagonist already on trouble with &lt;strong&gt;Tyler&lt;/strong&gt;'s gun on the back of his neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The narrator tells his story on how he met &lt;strong&gt;Tyler Durden&lt;/strong&gt;, about his so perfect life, about his insomnia, his boss, and of course &lt;strong&gt;Marla Singer&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Narrator stated how he was suffering from insomnia that he hadn't been able to sleep for almost 4 months now. When he asked for a specialist to give him a medication, he refused and said that he should visit this support group. And he did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was able to be relieved but that didn't last long when &lt;strong&gt;Marla&lt;/strong&gt; started to attend the gatherings as well. The narrator lost his concentration just because &lt;strong&gt;Marla&lt;/strong&gt; being a poser, a faker, reflects himself. Since, he couldn't concentrate, he and &lt;strong&gt;Marla&lt;/strong&gt; got into agreement that they would choose whatever program that they should have, just so their paths wouldn't have to cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of this guy's work was to go into different states (read the book for further info.. lol) and just one day while he was sleeping in the airplane, he woke up and there he met &lt;strong&gt;Tyler Durden&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book will farther explain how he and &lt;strong&gt;Tyler&lt;/strong&gt;'s relationship had built. To make this summary short, when he has no where to stay, &lt;strong&gt;Tyler&lt;/strong&gt; offered his place but he needs to do him a favor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the favor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has to punch &lt;strong&gt;Tyler&lt;/strong&gt; hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how it all started, how the &lt;strong&gt;Fight Club&lt;/strong&gt; started and how the &lt;strong&gt;Project Mayhem&lt;/strong&gt; was created. The gist of this was to know one's self through self destruction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was amazing about this book is it stated how the narrator tried to take his life in an upside-down, believing that it might be the answer. &lt;strong&gt;Tyler&lt;/strong&gt;'s persona has a strong philosophical belief, but his belief was rather twisted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book contains a lot of ideas that will leave the reader thinking and contemplating about the philosophy behind it. In fact, I myself, even want to consider the thought just because I suddenly thought that I have been living following the rules, making things perfect, how about try doing something much more different? How about instead of running away from trouble, I'll run towards it? What will I get? How about hitting the floor with my face instead of preventing it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book was tragic because it was the only solution the narrator has. I think, even if I was in his place, I might as well consider what he had done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rating: 5/5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-1389488337631044018?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1389488337631044018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=1389488337631044018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/1389488337631044018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/1389488337631044018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/book-thoughts-fight-club-chris.html' title='book thoughts: Fight Club - Chris Palahniuk'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/SVHtTq1gCCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ztVDGgK4jRw/s72-c/fight-club3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-5977811784942938782</id><published>2008-12-24T08:39:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:47:48.236+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shia labeouf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2s9ww1k.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"With insomnia nothing is real" - Fight Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2po1vz5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official, I'm infatuated&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't gotten a sleep, will update later. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;like as if someone cares... hahahaha&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-5977811784942938782?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5977811784942938782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=5977811784942938782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/5977811784942938782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/5977811784942938782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/2s9ww1k_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-7136475551174506595</id><published>2008-12-23T09:06:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:08:27.033+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Good morning sunshine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/lvept.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;little sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/166nqk6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did for this morning&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not staying just dropping by... :3 mwah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-7136475551174506595?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7136475551174506595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=7136475551174506595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/7136475551174506595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/7136475551174506595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-morning-sunshine.html' title='Good morning sunshine!'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/lvept_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-3009853331942163958</id><published>2008-12-21T15:45:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:30:38.148+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Showbiz time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/3169do1.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;this is so corny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the buzz and the news I might as well comment on this spectacle. First, to say I'm on &lt;strong&gt;Karylle&lt;/strong&gt;'s side. I'm on her side because she was the one aggravated in my opinion. Also, I really have the impression that Marian R. is such a bitch so my coins aren't for her. :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching how &lt;strong&gt;Karylle&lt;/strong&gt; reacted on the question about Marian being pregnant, it came to me that it really shouldn't be taken personally. I mean if I were in &lt;strong&gt;Marian&lt;/strong&gt;'s shoes I wouldn't react badly like crying in front of the press because it would color everything. I might react something sarcastic just to ward off the smile effect, but not something as exaggerate as that :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other hand, &lt;strong&gt;Karylle&lt;/strong&gt;'s smile may imply as "I don't want to confirm or contradict the rumors", so it's just safe to play by smiling since it neither says anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/sips hot chocolate/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might as well stop there. hahahaha! But to conclude this: Yes I'm of Karylle's side regardless of what would be the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still speaking on Filipino showbiz... hahahaha &lt;em&gt;this is so corny&lt;/em&gt; I think &lt;strong&gt;Piolo&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Angel&lt;/strong&gt;'s movie will be awesome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DGi5opnLJGE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DGi5opnLJGE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-3009853331942163958?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3009853331942163958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=3009853331942163958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/3009853331942163958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/3009853331942163958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/showbiz-time.html' title='Showbiz time!'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/3169do1_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-7500461506388680095</id><published>2008-12-20T15:31:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T15:42:58.710+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denny/izzie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv series'/><title type='text'>DENNY AND IZZIEEE!!! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2r6jv5k.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"I love you" - Denny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/j76crq.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;edited&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But WTF with the ending? &lt;strong&gt;Shonda Rimes&lt;/strong&gt; should be thinking clear. Is she going to keep &lt;strong&gt;Denny&lt;/strong&gt; or what? GFOIAfawiad Gaaaaah seriously?!?! Don't mess up with the fucking plot! Killing/Resurrecting characters are unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edited&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buddytv.com/articles/greys-anatomy/greys-anatomy-the-reason-for-t-25068.aspx?pollid=2001141&amp;answer=2003784#poll2001141"&gt;RUMORS, RUMORS, RUMORS&lt;/a&gt;. Whatevs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-7500461506388680095?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7500461506388680095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=7500461506388680095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/7500461506388680095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/7500461506388680095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/denny-and-izzieee.html' title='DENNY AND IZZIEEE!!! ♥'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2r6jv5k_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-7159065501832203472</id><published>2008-12-20T12:49:00.008+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:28:14.396+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>supposed to be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2l8b4ly.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I want me some JDM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/minicons/newspaper.png"&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/ohnotheydidnt/30796319.html#cutid1"&gt;WHAT A DOUCHE&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously, my dear Michael Copon, don't be full of yourself. You're not yet an official cast yet you act like as if you're the big deal. I am not a &lt;strong&gt;Taylor Lautner&lt;/strong&gt; fan, but you are making me loath you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J-14&lt;/strong&gt;: Taylor's been bulking up to try to get the role. Have you been preparing in any way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael&lt;/strong&gt;: If anything, I feel like I need to bulk down. Right now I'm close to 200 pounds of muscle. Taylor's probably what, 140, if he's lucky? I'm already 200 pounds, so there's no need for me to get any bigger. Plus he's 5'6" and I'm 6'2". In the book, he grows eight inches and I'm exactly eight inches taller than Taylor. Huge difference.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GTFO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/minicons/camera.png"&gt; This is a shot of my human persona model. I like how I got this shot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/vrvud5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUN!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/minicons/cup.png"&gt; I have been hearing about &lt;a href="http://watchmenmovie.warnerbros.com/"&gt;Watchmen&lt;/a&gt;, but never paid attention to it. The reason why it didn't get my attention for the first time I heard about this is because epic movies are numerous already and it gets boring at the same time. However, upon learning that &lt;strong&gt;Jeffrey Dean Morgan&lt;/strong&gt; was freaking there as &lt;strong&gt;The Comedia&lt;/strong&gt; geezz I couldn't help but to see if it kick's ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO I KNOW? I WASN'T DISAPPOINTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2VLA0tg5yI0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2VLA0tg5yI0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED MORE JDM!!!!!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/minicons/cart.png"&gt; When I watched the trailer it wasn't so bad after all. I really have a thing for action movie, not the usual and lame ones, but the action, thrill pack, plus a great special effects. I think the movie will be awesome (&lt;em&gt;and well considering that JDM was there...&lt;/em&gt;). Thus, just by watching that... I suddenly want to buy &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.ph/DC-Comics-WATCHMEN-TPB-by-Alex-Ross_W0QQitemZ260334207749QQcmdZViewItemQQptZLH_DefaultDomain_211?hash=item260334207749&amp;_trksid=p3286.c0.m14&amp;_trkparms=72%3A833|66%3A2|65%3A12|39%3A1|240%3A1318"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. HAHAHAHAH talk about impulsiveness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/minicons/television.png"&gt; Since I am on JDM topic, I might as well comment on this... I recently got the news (which is already late) that &lt;strong&gt;Denny&lt;/strong&gt; got back in &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/greysanatomy/index?pn=index"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I won't spoil how he got back, but when I learned how... I really think that the plot was ridiculous. But I really don't care because I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to see him? here: (Spoilerish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T33B1CkNRpY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T33B1CkNRpY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/minicons/pencil.png"&gt; Another thing undone, I was supposed to be doing one of our holiday homework today but, as usual, I procrastinated again. I hope I'll be able to starting doing it tomorrow. HOW I HOPE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-7159065501832203472?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7159065501832203472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=7159065501832203472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/7159065501832203472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/7159065501832203472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/supposed-to-be.html' title='supposed to be...'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2l8b4ly_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-1150251847051895245</id><published>2008-12-19T06:20:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T06:58:00.475+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/25i9g5i.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;...there's nothing much left for me anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/bdtb4h.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun sets....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, mom received a text from dad that he couldn't sleep. What could be much worse is the fact that his blood sugar had raised to 300. I was about to blog about something lively because &lt;strong&gt;Christmas break&lt;/strong&gt; had kicked in already; but, as soon as I heard this, it suddenly evaporated to oblivion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/convinces self to be positive/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shuts eyes* &lt;em&gt;everything happens for a reason&lt;/em&gt; *inhales* &lt;em&gt;God is Good&lt;/em&gt; *exhales* &lt;em&gt;He makes things possible&lt;/em&gt; *open eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-change topic-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had our exchange gift already. Impatient as I really am, I already opened all of my gifts, so what I'm looking forward this coming &lt;strong&gt;December 25, 2008&lt;/strong&gt; is the &lt;strong&gt;Holy Mass&lt;/strong&gt;, of course the &lt;em&gt;Noche Buena&lt;/em&gt;, and the comfort of a cold winter wind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why... but it seems like the presence of &lt;strong&gt;Christmas&lt;/strong&gt; is slowly fading away. I couldn't feel it because our neighbors weren't able to put up decorative Christmas lanterns, there's no more jolly Christmas carols, silent nights, and etc. Oh, geez I just figured that the culprit for this feeling is because of the fact that we didn't have our Christmas tree this time and the lack of Christmas lights in our house. &lt;em&gt;or maybe the fact that I'm worried *as for the moment*, clouds everything that is visible?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway let us just leave that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our computer was reformatted two days ago. My bad because I wasn't able to save my screencaps for iconing this weekend. GAAHHHH.. Now I have to go back to the series/movies that I have watched to screencap it once again. errrmm.... gaaah whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what? I've been contemplating if I have to stop my &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com"&gt;Livejournal&lt;/a&gt; subscription, because it's pretty much senseless to me now. The reason why I subscribed there is because I like to have 100 icons to my account that I can use. It was fun before but now... it's pretty dull already. I'm still weighing the chances though, so no concrete decision for me this time soon. Probably weeks after... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* okay I guess I'll stop here... there's nothing much left for me anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-1150251847051895245?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1150251847051895245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=1150251847051895245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/1150251847051895245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/1150251847051895245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/out.html' title='out.'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/25i9g5i_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-7114491578148757325</id><published>2008-12-16T13:16:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:34:02.606+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>here you come, and there you go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2ntz6ag.gif" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"...life has no permanency..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/sdd3zk.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People stay, people go. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what I have said, nothing is permanent but change is. That's one of my pictures taken when we fetch my sister to the airport. It's a saddening thought but of course life has no permanency, everything moves on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, &lt;strong&gt;SWIMMING WILL BE TOMORROW&lt;/strong&gt;. I can't wait. YAHOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hahahaha I've got a wrong start for &lt;a href="http://loveohlovelove.blogspot.com/2008/12/photo-01-journal.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Project 356&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. My project 356 will start this &lt;strong&gt;January 1st&lt;/strong&gt;. Gaaaaah I'm supposed to make icon rampage today but I'm still...&lt;em&gt;uninspired?&lt;/em&gt;. Actually I'm just feeling a bit off... &lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/sick.gif"&gt;. Will probably get it on when vacation kicks in... &lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/gym.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-7114491578148757325?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7114491578148757325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=7114491578148757325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/7114491578148757325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/7114491578148757325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-you-come-and-there-you-go.html' title='here you come, and there you go'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/2ntz6ag_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-3053145699909849761</id><published>2008-12-15T09:18:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:34:33.837+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='csi: miami'/><title type='text'>Something that's addicting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/289hcax.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"When you have everything, sometimes it feels like nothing. " - Horatio Caine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/minicons/television.png"&gt; Something that I'm crazy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/1059jrn.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HORATIO KICKS ASS&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-3053145699909849761?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3053145699909849761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=3053145699909849761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/3053145699909849761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/3053145699909849761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-thats-addicting.html' title='Something that&apos;s addicting'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/289hcax_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-8342623405736071744</id><published>2008-12-15T05:20:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:22:58.647+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Movie thought: V for Vendetta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/SUW4pIkrF4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/vbK1rr6solg/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/SUW4pIkrF4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/vbK1rr6solg/s320/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279829154977224578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/r85fyq.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Remember, remember, the fifth of November, the gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot." - V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The movie is set in Great Britain in the near future. Under the guise of several terrorist acts, a totalitarian government is elected to Parliament under Chancellor Adam Sutler (John Hurt) to save the country from these terrorists. The only problem is the people must give up a lot of their freedoms for being safe. The government eventually becomes cruel, corrupt, and oppressive to the people. Driven by a personal vendetta, a mysterious individual William Rookwood (Hugo Weaving) comes to the forefront to take up the cause of freedom. He wears a mask of Guy Fawkes to cover his face, and changes his name to only V. V's mission is to kill all the doctors who had tortured him at the detention center, and bring back justice to the country. On November 5, in the process of blowing up his first building, V rescues a young woman, Evey (Natalie Portman), from the secret police. V takes over the TV station and broadcasts a message to the country condemning the oppressors in Parliament. V invites all the people to join him in one year on Guy Fawkes Day to see him complete what Guy Fawkes couldn't, blow up Parliament.&lt;/em&gt; - Taken from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0434409/"&gt;imdb.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, can I first take my first breath? My mind is still reeling with numbness due to the awesomeness that this movie had caused me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes in* *breathes out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm better now. Before I get down into serious business I have to ask first:  WHO IS THIS SEXY GUY BEHIND THE MASK? To tell you the truth, I find his accent really attractive. Also, the fact that his construction of sentence was soooooooo appealing, it got me falling. Gosh where on earth did &lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt; graduated from? lol. To tell you the truth, if I was so O.C in vocabulary I would pause every minute just to check the meaning of words he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want a sample of his mind blowing statement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! [He slashes a large V through a propaganda poster.] The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. [giggles] Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me "V".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evey&lt;/strong&gt;: Are you, like, a crazy person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;taken from: &lt;a href="http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/V_for_Vendetta_(film)"&gt;Wikiquote&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA SEE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, despite the fact that I couldn't see his face, the fact that all I can see is that metallic mask, I can't help but to fall in love with this guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDFjioapwjdpiadjadowkad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A CHARMING HERO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I might as well stop there before this turns out to be a "gushing entry". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't know what else to say about this movie. All I know is that it was written well. The characterization was good; Natalie Portman did a good job here and maaaaan the guy who portrayed &lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt; was effective. He was cunning and very masculine. Also, In some weird part, he reminds me of &lt;strong&gt;Clark Gable&lt;/strong&gt;! Actually this is the reason why I fell in love with him. hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*flails* OMG OMG OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fan girl mode. hihihihi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back, I don't know if the movie justified the ones in the comics because I never read any comics or books about Vendetta. However, it really grabbed me. I like the concept. Actually if there's a real &lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt; here I doubt that there will be a politician who will attempt to take advantage of the people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh just to add, this is the only heroic movie that I have seen where the hero itself died in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/zn6620.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rating: 5/5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-8342623405736071744?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8342623405736071744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=8342623405736071744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/8342623405736071744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/8342623405736071744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/movie-thought-v-for-vendetta.html' title='Movie thought: V for Vendetta'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/SUW4pIkrF4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/vbK1rr6solg/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-180886393615089428</id><published>2008-12-14T07:27:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:55:13.704+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insight'/><title type='text'>Happiness. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/302xavp.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Are you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago or two we had an interview with our school guidance councilor. This one happens every school year, where in the councilor would ask how we are in the school. Prior to that interview, we are asked to answer this questions in paper and one of the questions was: &lt;em&gt;What are/is your plan?&lt;/em&gt;. Apparently, that day I wasn't feeling good, I was sad. I wrote &lt;em&gt;I plan to be happy&lt;/em&gt; because I couldn't think of anything that I was planning ahead. In addition, during those times all I could think about was finding happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I often contemplate about about &lt;strong&gt;"What is Happiness all about"&lt;/strong&gt;. I often wonder if it's all about laughing, or perhaps smiling from time to time. Seriously, I really wondered about it! I don't know how can someone say that they are happy; or their own definition of happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm often confused between being Happy and Laughing. You see, there are people who laughs from time to time, who smiles yet they are sad. I mean can laughing says that you're happy? I was generally thinking if there's such thing as &lt;em&gt;absolute happiness&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say, before I believe that you can only say that you are happy if even a tinge of sadness couldn't cross your way.  However, now I have come up to understand What happiness is. It may not be constant but it is an absolute feeling of being happy. There maybe problems, circumstances that can make a person sad yet in the end they can stand and say "I'm truly a happy person despite what had happen". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good feeling and an accomplishment of mine that I have come into knowing what it means. Know what? what justified what I know about this subject matter is when we had in our homily today. According to our priest, who is by the way, a genius one said that Happiness is: &lt;strong&gt;A choice&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;found through service&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;found through Jesus Christ&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really believe that happiness is a choice; because we can choose to be happy. I also realized that once we perceive that we are happy everything comes along with it. Maybe it's because of the power of thinking, but it really works. When I told myself that I am happy, I really become one; because I want to be one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is it can be found in service. What I have also realized that whenever I helped someone, whenever I make someone smile, make them feel special, it makes me happy twice as much! Because I know I became a source of their happiness. It is so rewarding when I see someone smile because I made them smile. I like to make someone smile, just to see how their frowning face would lit up a little and them smile in full bloom. I love it. I really like to make someone smile because it makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, finding it through &lt;strong&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;/strong&gt;. I believe, believe, believe in this. When I got myself committed to &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;. A lot of things had come my way. I lost some but then I gained faith; but it's all worthy it. I realized that whenever I have problem it makes me a better person; and being a better person made me happy. GAAAAH there's so much things to explain in this part, but the gist of it is that when you find yourself committed to &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;, it can make you happy. I love love love love the fact that I'm close to &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; now. Even if I have to lose another slot in dean's list it doesn't matter as long as &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; is with me I'm happy and that's all that matters. Dean's list isn't the only thing that can make happy anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; provided the answer that I have been contemplating all about. I also have realized that ones we are much closer to &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;, everything seems full of life, and He can really make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I happy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I AM (despite whatever comes my way) BECAUSE GOD IS WITH ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-180886393615089428?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/180886393615089428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=180886393615089428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/180886393615089428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/180886393615089428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/happiness.html' title='Happiness. :)'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/302xavp_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-5669921221494372380</id><published>2008-12-12T16:03:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:59:26.329+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>span~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/seemyhands/icons/991.gif" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;lalalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/minicons/user_female.png"&gt; 3 more school days to go before the Christmas break! How cool is that? I can't actually wait. Anyway since the Christmas break is about to come we've been planning along a lot of outings. First is the &lt;a href="http://www.enchantedkingdom.com.ph/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enchanted Kingdom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; plan. We'll be going there tomorrow. Second will be the Swimming escapade! We'll be having our swimming outing at &lt;a href="http://www.jovitaresort.com/"&gt; Dona Jovita Resort&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it'll be loads of fun! I can't hardly wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/minicons/television.png"&gt; Anyhow, the &lt;strong&gt;30 Rock&lt;/strong&gt; episode today is so hilarious! There's really no episode that made me laugh. lol. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't spoil anything it's just it's pure win! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I'm so lucky that I have known this series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/9qv1c7.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2qui1w3.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part that was pure win was when &lt;strong&gt;Jack&lt;/strong&gt; and his mom sang in the end... ♪ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the next episode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/minicons/newspaper.png"&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/ohnotheydidnt/30557300.html#cutid1"&gt;YOU SHOULD READ THIS&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously, I am not a &lt;strong&gt;Pitt-Jolie&lt;/strong&gt; fan. I think that they their relationship really suck big time because &lt;strong&gt;Brad&lt;/strong&gt; cheated. However, I can't deny the fact that seeing news regarding their expanding family and how happy they are, posted over &lt;a href="http://ohnotheydidnt.livejournal.com"&gt;Ohnotheydidnt&lt;/a&gt; made their way into my heart. Now, I actually think that they aren't so bad after all; maybe it's just that the way their roads have crossed wasn't pleasant than it should have been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez who it's so rare that I could see an A-list celebrity or a celebrity for that matter said something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I don't want to waste time being angry at someone I love." - Brad Pitt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the fact that his favorite movie was his movie with her because &lt;strong&gt;"Because I fell in love." - Brad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/minicons/monitor.png"&gt; Movie Trailer feature:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0976051/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE READER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Starring: Kate Winslet, Ralph Fiennes, David Kross&lt;br /&gt;Directed by: Stephen Daldry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8tCqSm4Phug&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8tCqSm4Phug&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-5669921221494372380?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5669921221494372380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16959096.post-5826514677272301425</id><published>2008-12-11T16:48:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:58:01.971+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>Photo 01: The Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;usericon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l168/cocoart89/seemyhands/icons/1160.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/33dd1dv.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken: December 11, 2008&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16959096-5826514677272301425?l=themovingbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5826514677272301425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16959096&amp;postID=5826514677272301425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/5826514677272301425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16959096/posts/default/5826514677272301425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/photo-01-journal.html' title='Photo 01: The Journal'/><author><name>Love Love ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04546139678022964984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRu0RhbMv6I/TSM6BeOxhPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OEspUgL0_Ko/S220/moija.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/33dd1dv_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
