<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:25:29.884-07:00</updated><category term='cebu city media'/><category term='jasmin roferos'/><category term='visayas news updates'/><category term='the freeman newspaper'/><category term='jasmin uy'/><category term='cebu news'/><category term='cebu journalists'/><title type='text'>The Free Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>i say what i mean and i mean what i say.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-5637113229898923232</id><published>2009-11-19T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T02:50:12.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visayas news updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cebu news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the freeman newspaper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cebu journalists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jasmin roferos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jasmin uy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cebu city media'/><title type='text'>Visit my new Weblog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Visit my new blog @ &lt;a href="http://amatong.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Scribe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or tick the image below- to get to know more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; news and what's happening in Cebu and the rest of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the Visayas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/5637113229898923232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/5637113229898923232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2009/11/visit-my-new-weblog.html' title='Visit my new Weblog!'/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfLUmUaXpOE/SwUiXnRc6rI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dA8ut1apmig/s72-c/news.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-6052483920848251534</id><published>2008-10-18T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T01:23:32.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Curiosity</title><content type='html'>Hey Mr. Curiosity&lt;br&gt;Is it true what they've been saying about you&lt;br&gt;Are you killing me?&lt;br&gt;You took care of the cat already&lt;br&gt;And for those who think it's heavy&lt;br&gt;Is it the truth&lt;br&gt;Or is it only gossip&lt;br&gt;Call it mystery or anything&lt;br&gt;Just as long as you'd call me&lt;br&gt;I sent the message on did you get it when I left it&lt;br&gt;See this catastrophic event&lt;br&gt;It wasn't meant to mean no harm&lt;br&gt;But to think there's nothing wrong is a problem&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm looking for love this time&lt;br&gt;Sounding hopeful but it's making me cry&lt;br&gt;Love is a mystery&lt;br&gt;Mr. Curious...&lt;br&gt;Come back to me&lt;br&gt;Im waiting ever patient can't you see&lt;br&gt;That I'm the same the way you left me&lt;br&gt;In a hurry to spell check me&lt;br&gt;And I'm underlined already in envy green&lt;br&gt;And pencil red&lt;br&gt;And I've forgotten what you've said&lt;br&gt;Will you stop working for the dead and return&lt;br&gt;Mr. curious well I need some inspiration&lt;br&gt;It's my birthday and I cannot find no cause for celebration&lt;br&gt;The scenario is grave but I'll be braver when you save me&lt;br&gt;From this situation laden with hearsay&lt;br&gt;I'm looking for love this time&lt;br&gt;Sounding hopeful but it's making me cry&lt;br&gt;And love is a mystery&lt;br&gt;Mr. Curiosity&lt;br&gt;Be Mr. please&lt;br&gt;Do come and find me, &lt;br&gt;I'm looking for love this time&lt;br&gt;Sounding hopeful but it's making me cry&lt;br&gt;Trying not to ask why&lt;br&gt;Cause love is a mystery&lt;br&gt;Mr. curiosity&lt;br&gt;Be Mr. please&lt;br&gt;Do come and find me&lt;br&gt;Love is blinding when the timing's never right&lt;br&gt;Oh who am I to beg for difference&lt;br&gt;Finding love in just an instant&lt;br&gt;Well I dont mind, at least I've tried&lt;br&gt;And I tried, I tried...&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998895-6052483920848251534?l=bugsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/6052483920848251534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/6052483920848251534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2008/10/mr-curiosity.html' title='Mr. Curiosity'/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-855653050686170924</id><published>2008-10-16T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T02:56:30.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That I have Learned recently</title><content type='html'>As I've Matured...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is&lt;br&gt;stalk them and hope they panic and give in...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've learned that one good turn gets most of the blankets.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just&lt;br&gt;jackasses.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've learned that whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others - they are more screwed up than you think.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've learned that depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've learned that it is not what you wear; it is how you take it off.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've learned to not sweat the petty things, and not pet the sweaty things.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've learned that ex's are like fungus, and keep coming back.I've learned age is a very high price to pay for maturity.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've learned that I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away. And the real pains in the ass are permanent.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I've learned that artificial intelligence is no match for natural&lt;br&gt;stupidity&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998895-855653050686170924?l=bugsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/855653050686170924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/855653050686170924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-that-i-have-learned-recently.html' title='Things That I have Learned recently'/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-3443188405378576654</id><published>2008-10-12T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T05:04:39.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It takes a crane to build a crane&lt;br&gt;It takes two floors to make a story&lt;br&gt;It takes an egg to make a hen&lt;br&gt;It takes a hen to make an egg&lt;br&gt;There is no end to what I'm saying&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It takes a thought to make a word&lt;br&gt;And it takes a word to make an action&lt;br&gt;It takes some work to make it work&lt;br&gt;It takes some good to make it hurt&lt;br&gt;It takes some bad for satisfaction&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It takes a night to make it dawn&lt;br&gt;And it takes a day to you yawn brother&lt;br&gt;It takes some old to make you young&lt;br&gt;It takes some cold to know the sun&lt;br&gt;It takes the one to have the other&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It takes no time to fall in love&lt;br&gt;But it takes you years to know what love is&lt;br&gt;It takes some tears to make you trust&lt;br&gt;It takes some years to make it rust&lt;br&gt;It takes some dust to make it polished&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It takes some silence to make sound&lt;br&gt;It takes a loss before you found it&lt;br&gt;It takes a road to go nowhere&lt;br&gt;It takes a toll to know you care&lt;br&gt;It takes a hole to make a mountain&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Life is beautiful,Life is a full circle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998895-3443188405378576654?l=bugsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/3443188405378576654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/3443188405378576654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-is-beautiful.html' title='Life is beautiful'/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-4032302819648926682</id><published>2008-10-12T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T04:53:47.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>huh</title><content type='html'>I dunno what I have been doing these days but Im kind of killing myself from work.Its nice to be busy.Somehow you get to forget your problems.=)&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998895-4032302819648926682?l=bugsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/4032302819648926682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/4032302819648926682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2008/10/huh.html' title='huh'/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-1507908314058726092</id><published>2007-09-07T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:31:42.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>are u interested????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfLUmUaXpOE/RuIGBHg3YTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Yx0OGnKFLsg/s1600-h/WHITEMA3_196x148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107651543658094898" style="WIDTH: 415px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" height="201" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfLUmUaXpOE/RuIGBHg3YTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Yx0OGnKFLsg/s320/WHITEMA3_196x148.jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998895-1507908314058726092?l=bugsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/1507908314058726092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/1507908314058726092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2007/09/are-u-interested.html' title='are u interested????'/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfLUmUaXpOE/RuIGBHg3YTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Yx0OGnKFLsg/s72-c/WHITEMA3_196x148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-115753891986580471</id><published>2006-09-06T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T03:35:19.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My very first photo tinkering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/874/1600/bebe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/874/320/bebe1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998895-115753891986580471?l=bugsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/115753891986580471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/115753891986580471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-very-first-photo-tinkering.html' title='My very first photo tinkering'/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-115467225482126614</id><published>2006-08-03T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:17:34.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/874/1600/baby%20yawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/874/320/baby%20yawn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JULY BABY &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MumbaiHangout/join" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense ofsympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998895-115467225482126614?l=bugsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/115467225482126614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/115467225482126614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2006/08/july-baby-fun-to-be-with.html' title=''/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-115458955554261436</id><published>2006-08-03T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T00:22:11.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/874/1600/IMG_1550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/874/320/IMG_1550.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/874/1600/IMG_1545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/874/320/IMG_1545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998895-115458955554261436?l=bugsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/115458955554261436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/115458955554261436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-115312928503507222</id><published>2006-07-17T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T02:41:25.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/874/1600/DSC01970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/874/320/DSC01970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998895-115312928503507222?l=bugsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/115312928503507222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/115312928503507222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-115304887149435145</id><published>2006-07-16T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T04:21:11.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me all over (haha)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/874/1600/DSC01969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/874/320/DSC01969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/874/1600/DSC01967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/874/320/DSC01967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/874/1600/DSC01781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/874/320/DSC01781.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998895-115304887149435145?l=bugsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/115304887149435145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/115304887149435145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2006/07/me-all-over-haha.html' title='Me all over (haha)'/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-114863733618983285</id><published>2006-05-26T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T02:55:36.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't date because you are desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't marry because you are miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have kids because you think your genes are superior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't philander because you think you are irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't associate with people you can't trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cheat. Don't lie. Don't pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't dictate because you are smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't demand because you are stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't sleep around because you think you are old enough and know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hurt your kids because loving them is harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't sell yourself, your family, or your ideals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stagnate!Don't regress.Don't live in the past. Time can't bring anything or anyone back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't put your life on hold for possibly Mr/Ms Right.Don't throw your life away on absolutely Mr Wrong because your biological clock is ticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn a new skill.Find a new friend.Start a new career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there is no race to be won.Only a price to be paid for some of life's more hasty decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To terminate your loneliness, reach out to the homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feed your nurturing instincts, care for the needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fulfill your parenting fantasies, get a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring another life into this world for all the wrong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make yourself happy, pursue your passions and be the best of what you can be.Simplify your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take away the clutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of destructive elements: abusive friends, nasty habits, and dangerous liaisons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't abandon your responsibilities but don't overdose on duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't live life recklessly without thought and feeling for your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be true to yourself.Don't commit when you are not ready.Don't keep others waiting needlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on that trip. Don't postpone it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say those words. Don't let the moment pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what you have to, even at society's scorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write poetry.Love Deeply.Walk barefoot.Dance with wild abandon.Cry at the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself. Don't wait for someone to take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You light up your life.You drive yourself to your destination.No one completes you - except YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't true that life does not get easier with age.It only gets more challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid. Don't lose your capacity to love.Pursue your passions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live your dreams.Don't lose faith in God.Don't grow old. Just grow YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you give someone your time, you are giving them a portion of your life that you'll never get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your time is your life. That is why the greatest gift you can give someone is your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships take time and effort, and the best way to spell love is T-I-M-E because the essence of love is not what we think or do or provide for others, but how much we give of ourselves.---- Rick Warren, The Purpose Driven Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998895-114863733618983285?l=bugsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/114863733618983285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/114863733618983285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-date-because-you-are-desperate.html' title=''/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-114433587296375776</id><published>2006-04-06T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T08:04:33.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;&lt;&gt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/874/1600/freemanpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4516/874/320/freemanpic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note: The Freeman Foundation is currently raising funds for the operation of conjoined twins that a teenage mother gave birth at a hospital in Cebu City recently...In my personal capacity, I am appealing to those who might read this news story to please help them for humanitarian reasons...they have nothing to eat, no money for medicines and hospital bills. The operation is needed for the survival of the twins...Please call the Freeman Foundation at (032 ) 253-1276 to 78...Thank you very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rape victim has conjoined twins&lt;br /&gt;By Jasmin R. Uy, Staff Member&lt;br /&gt;The Freeman 04/02/2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 13-year-old girl from Western Mindanao, who was raped last year and got pregnant as a result, gave birth to a pair of conjoined twins at a private hospital in Cebu City last Tuesday, the apparent product of that savagery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl - whose identifying circumstances, as well as that of her mother who accompanied her, are being withheld by The Freeman - was in a state of apparent shock from both the birth and the realization of what she gave birth to and refused to be interviewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only her mother did the talking, but even then, she had been very sparing with the details. The doctor who attended to the birth could not be contacted to provide information on the condition of the babies.The twins, both girls and delivered by caesarian section, were conjoined from mid-chest down to the navel. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n the absence of official information, there was no way of knowing as of press time if they shared any vital organs.It was the mother who said the girl was raped last year when she was 12 by a 20-year-old neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl turned 13 only last October. The mother said the girl was watching tv in the house of the suspect when she was attacked. Charges were filed but the mother said the suspect managed to flee before he could be arrested and the case has consequently stalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother said they chose Cebu City for the girl's delivery on being advised by well-meaning friends that better hospital facilities are available here. It was not clear if they already knew the girl was carrying twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother and the girl had actually been in Cebu since March 10 and tried to find a place to stay with relatives. On failing to locate them, they sought and were granted shelter at a seminary.She said she and her daughter are expected to check out of the hospital tomorrow but intend to leave the newborn twins at the hospital because they require specialized medical attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said the doctor left for Manila to consult with experts and explore the possibility of surgery to separate the twins. Dr. Remedios Bacasmas, director of The Freeman Foundation, yesterday visited them at the hospital to offer assistance in raising money for the surgery if it materializes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conjoined twins are monozygotic multiples that do not fully separate from each other due to the incomplete division of the fertilized ovum.Such individuals will be connected at certain points of the body, and may share tissue, organs or limbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monozygotic twinning rates are the same throughout the world; they are not affected by heredity, ethnicity, infertility treatments, maternal age, or any of the other factors that affect dizygotic twinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one really knows what causes monozygotic twinning.However, the majority of conjoined twins are female. Again, there is no identified reason for this. It is not known whether more female twins are actually conceived, or if simply more female conjoined sets survive the pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conjoined twins occur in an estimated one in 200,000 births, with approximately half being stillborn. The overall survival rate for conjoined twins is between 5 percent to 25 percent. Conjoined twins are more likely at 75 percent to be female. Some pairs, depending on the degree of conjunction in particular, the degree to which they share internal organs, can be separated successfully by surgery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998895-114433587296375776?l=bugsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/114433587296375776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/114433587296375776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='&lt;&lt;&lt;Please help these twins&gt;&gt;&gt;'/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-114066955446863994</id><published>2006-02-22T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T20:42:10.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANSWER ME PLEASE...</title><content type='html'>Three days ago, I asked my friend Gilbey the mind-boggling question, "Why on earth did they call that perfume 'Forest Interlude'?" Yesterday, she offered an answer: They named it after Eugene O'Neill's novel, Strange Interlude. Of course I found that strange, so I told her (Gilbey, not Eugene) that perhaps the naming of the, uh, purse concentre (as one Avon lady Gilbey and I know so charmingly put it), was a posthumous tribute to the author. Gilbey mentioned something about literary theories and instead of pursuing the topic, we talked about other interesting stuffs (men, movies, masters degrees, and more men).&lt;br /&gt;I now therefore ask for your opinions on the matter Why On Earth Did They Call That Perfume 'Forest Interlude'? Emails, snail mails, messages here on my blog, or posts on the comments section of this blog are welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998895-114066955446863994?l=bugsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/114066955446863994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/114066955446863994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2006/02/answer-me-please.html' title='ANSWER ME PLEASE...'/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-114066895003106722</id><published>2006-02-22T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T20:29:10.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAMBOOED</title><content type='html'>RX: Bamboo, 18 Feb 2006, Aznar Coliseum, SWU, Cebu City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title is appropriate. RX: Bamboo. Meaning, I have to take Bamboo pills (or eat Bamboo shoots--the sexual undertones, hmmm...joke....) because, face it, the man is sexy. Now since I am currently incapable of writing a review (since when did I become capable?), let me tell you this: While others were dancing to the beat, I stood on my chair and seriously contemplated having an immediate breast implant. Man, Bamboo Manalac the lead singer is really really hot he must be prevented from going to the South Pole because the icecaps might melt.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here. It's time for my Bamboo medication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998895-114066895003106722?l=bugsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/114066895003106722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/114066895003106722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2006/02/bambooed.html' title='BAMBOOED'/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-113229378489649596</id><published>2005-11-17T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T22:03:04.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Japanese Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emiko Yamashina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/"&gt;What's" your Japanese Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998895-113229378489649596?l=bugsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/113229378489649596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/113229378489649596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2005/11/your-japanese-name-is.html' title=''/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-113212544582458971</id><published>2005-11-16T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:17:25.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently my sister (who's very weak-hearted; she can see stuff...) went to camp at her school. She was a NCC cadet and they were suppose to patrol the old block near their headquarters. Each cadet was paired with another cadet. My sis and her partner soon joined up with another pair and they went to the toilet. One of the girls needed to use it and asked the rest of them to wait. Meanwhile, the girls were getting fidgety so one of the them started frightening them with ghosts, but my sis stopped her. When the other girl have finished using the toilet, they decided to continue but then they heard the hand dryer. They were sure no one was in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Soon the girls were fussing about the matter. Each time the girls talked, it didn't sound but when they stopped the hand dryer buzzed as if it was trying to say something.&lt;br /&gt;They were walking so fast that when my sis walked past a window, she saw the figure. It was a woman, egg-shaped face and it was very pale. It had no features. But there were holes where the eyes, nose and mouth should be. She immediately blinked her eyes, covered her face. Her friend saw it too but they kept silent.&lt;br /&gt;When they got to the headquarters, my sis just glared at the others and sat by the window when it was time to sleep. She would cry then laugh, then wail. Her friends tried to ask her what's wrong but she snapped at them angrily. They knew there was something wrong with her because they said that her tears flowed out in three rows, not like the normal crying. Then at around 2 am, my sis's condition declined. Her teacher was forced to send her home. My father had to take her home via taxi.&lt;br /&gt;What really happened? I did not know whether it's true or just one of those "make believe stories" but it all seemed so real because her friends said it was true...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998895-113212544582458971?l=bugsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/113212544582458971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/113212544582458971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2005/11/recently-my-sister-whos-very-weak.html' title=''/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-113212471565263314</id><published>2005-11-16T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:05:28.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#e6e6fa;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: July 16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're incredibly introverted and introspective. You live inside your head.You spend a lot of alone time meditating and thinking.People see you as withdrawn, and at times they are right.You are caring and deep, but it may be difficult for you to show this side of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your original approach to thinking&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You tend to shy away from others&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Pale blue&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Wavy line&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a%20href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998895-113212471565263314?l=bugsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/113212471565263314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/113212471565263314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2005/11/your-birthdate-july-16youre-incredibly_16.html' title=''/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-113203451672084911</id><published>2005-11-15T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T22:02:35.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain's Pattern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/6.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a simple thinker, and this is actually a very good thing.You don't complicate matters when you don't have to.You look for the simplest explanation or solution, and you go with that.As a result, your mind is uncluttered and free of stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Pattern Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998895-113203451672084911?l=bugsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/113203451672084911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/113203451672084911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2005/11/your-brains-patternyoure-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-113203434380317533</id><published>2005-11-15T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:59:29.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slow and Steady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/serious.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy.&lt;br /&gt;They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.&lt;br /&gt;It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Do People See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998895-113203434380317533?l=bugsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/113203434380317533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/113203434380317533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2005/11/slow-and-steadyyour-friends-see-you-as.html' title=''/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-113203388332467813</id><published>2005-11-15T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:51:23.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Monster Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/monsternamegenerator/monster25.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hungry Beheader&lt;br /&gt;You Feast On: Fried Twinkies&lt;br /&gt;You Lurk Around In: Flocks of Freshmen&lt;br /&gt;You Especially Like to Torment: Your Evil Twin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/monsternamegenerator/"&gt;What's" Your Monster Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998895-113203388332467813?l=bugsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/113203388332467813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/113203388332467813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2005/11/your-monster-profilehungry-beheader.html' title=''/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-113203332743931134</id><published>2005-11-15T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:44:59.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #e1e1e1" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e1e1e1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/yellow.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are happy, driven, and status conscious.You want everyone to know how successful you are.Very logical, you see life as a game of strategy.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a loner, you prefer to depend on yourself.You always keep your cool and your composure.You are a born leader and business person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998895-113203332743931134?l=bugsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/113203332743931134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/113203332743931134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2005/11/your-personality-profileyou-are-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-113203292771603340</id><published>2005-11-15T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:35:27.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe it or not...I'm Mother Teresa ( assuming! )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/leader/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Famous Leader Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998895-113203292771603340?l=bugsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/113203292771603340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/113203292771603340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2005/11/believe-it-or-notim-mother-teresa.html' title='Believe it or not...I&apos;m Mother Teresa ( assuming! )'/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-112416620208227489</id><published>2005-08-15T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T21:23:22.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ways To Turn men down: A friendly advice from your friendly friend :-)</title><content type='html'>HE: Can I buy you a drink?&lt;br /&gt;SHE: Actually I'd rather have the money. &lt;br /&gt;HE : I'm a photographer. I've been looking for a face likeyours. &lt;br /&gt;SHE: I'm a plastic surgeon. I've been looking for a face likeyours.&lt;br /&gt;HE: Hi. Didn't we go on a date once? Or was it twice? &lt;br /&gt;SHE: Must've been once. I never make the same mistake twice.&lt;br /&gt;HE : How did you get to be so beautiful? &lt;br /&gt;SHE: I must've been given your share. &lt;br /&gt;HE: Will you go out with me this Saturday? &lt;br /&gt;SHE: Sorry. I'm having a headache this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;HE: Your face must turn a few heads. &lt;br /&gt;SHE: And your face must turn a few stomachs. &lt;br /&gt;HE: Go on ,don't be shy. Ask me out. &lt;br /&gt;SHE: Okay, get out. &lt;br /&gt;HE: I think I could make you very happy. &lt;br /&gt;SHE: Why? Are you leaving? &lt;br /&gt;HE: What would you say if I asked you to marry me? &lt;br /&gt;SHE: Nothing. I can't talk and laugh at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;HE: Can I have your name? &lt;br /&gt;SHE: Why? Don't you already have one? &lt;br /&gt;HE: Shall we go see a movie? &lt;br /&gt;SHE: I've already seen it. &lt;br /&gt;HE: Where have you been all my life? &lt;br /&gt;SHE: Hiding from you. &lt;br /&gt;HE: Haven't I seen you some place before? &lt;br /&gt;SHE: Yes. That's why I don't go there anymore. &lt;br /&gt;HE: Is this seat empty? &lt;br /&gt;SHE: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down. &lt;br /&gt;HE: So, what do you do for a living? &lt;br /&gt;SHE: I'm a female impersonator. &lt;br /&gt;HE: Hey baby, what's your sign? &lt;br /&gt;SHE: Do not enter. &lt;br /&gt;HE: Your body is like a temple. &lt;br /&gt;SHE: Sorry, there are no services today. &lt;br /&gt;HE: If I could see you naked, I'd die happy.&lt;br /&gt;SHE: If I saw you naked, I'd die laughing.&lt;br /&gt;HE: Where have you been all my life? &lt;br /&gt;SHE: Where I'll be the rest of your life - in your wildestdreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998895-112416620208227489?l=bugsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/112416620208227489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/112416620208227489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2005/08/ways-to-turn-men-down-friendly-advice.html' title='Ways To Turn men down: A friendly advice from your friendly friend :-)'/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-112339629877533611</id><published>2005-08-07T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T03:53:00.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that I've learned...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="angels" src="http://geocities.com/liv_ffs/angels.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've Matured...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is&lt;br /&gt;stalk them and hope they panic and give in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that one good turn gets most of the blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just&lt;br /&gt;jackasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others - they are more screwed up than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that it is not what you wear; it is how you take it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to not sweat the petty things, and not pet the sweaty things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that ex's are like fungus, and keep coming back.I've learned age is a very high price to pay for maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away. And the real pains in the ass are permanent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've learned that artificial intelligence is no match for natural&lt;br /&gt;stupidity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998895-112339629877533611?l=bugsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/112339629877533611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/112339629877533611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2005/08/things-that-ive-learned.html' title='Things that I&apos;ve learned...'/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-112332363448513249</id><published>2005-08-06T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T03:22:15.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://geocities.com/liv_ffs/wenjas.jpg" alt="wenjas" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the power of two&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998895-112332363448513249?l=bugsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/112332363448513249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/112332363448513249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2005/08/power-of-two.html' title=''/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10998895.post-110904997515957963</id><published>2005-02-21T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T21:26:15.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm finally here</title><content type='html'>after 45 years of attempts i finally have my own blog, rejoice people for jasmin's here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10998895-110904997515957963?l=bugsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/110904997515957963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10998895/posts/default/110904997515957963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsay.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-finally-here.html' title='i&apos;m finally here'/><author><name>jasminin_uy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365152613096076715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
