<?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-3957702</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:42:11.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapters of my life</title><subtitle type='html'>nothing too personal...
nothing too deep...

just something to put my mind off from things that are not so nice....



then again..


maybe not...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3957702.post-114377362146501578</id><published>2006-03-31T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T10:53:41.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/114377362146501578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/114377362146501578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2006_03_26_archive.html#114377362146501578' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-112366471193399854</id><published>2005-08-10T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T17:05:11.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no longer using blogger.. just keeping my old posts for whatever reason! hehe..everythings at calaicai.multiply.com :)maybe.. someday.. i'll revive this :Dtata..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/112366471193399854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/112366471193399854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2005_08_07_archive.html#112366471193399854' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-108460034313716581</id><published>2004-05-15T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T13:52:23.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it was all about meeting people..dinner with the bratsfinally, i got to plan something that would bring the brats (of course, we were missing one..) together once and for all. finally, after how many years of college, the three of us got together. of course i bum into one of them once in a while but nothing planned that the three of us would go. i wanted stephy and xyn to meet custer. of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/108460034313716581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/108460034313716581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108460034313716581' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-108346457805490442</id><published>2004-05-02T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T10:27:12.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this day is just starting and im starting to hate it also.. i swear.. its such a frustrating day.. first, i was so trying to stay awake to talk to custer on the phone.. but what happened?? of course i fell asleep.. i so wanted to turn back time (ooh! that's a song.. whehe..!!) when i woke it.. i wanted to scream and punch myself coz i knew better! i hate it.. super!! second, this computer is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/108346457805490442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/108346457805490442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108346457805490442' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-108312853031917106</id><published>2004-04-28T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T13:06:18.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just got from bora last monday.. and gosh!! im on this BORACAY high...the trip was really something.. it was so relaxed and steady.. clean fun and natural high!!we were just laughing during our trip.. as in.. well.. for 5 days, we were stuck to on another and we only had ourselves to talk to.. so, we had to make it worth it...we got our hair braided, got henna on our right hand, budgeted </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/108312853031917106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/108312853031917106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108312853031917106' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-108057088480228385</id><published>2004-03-29T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T22:38:13.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whaaaaaaa... i can't believe i deleted all my messages in my inbox!! i swear! i can't take it! i'm so stupid for deleting it!! grr... all 100 messages are gone!! messages that mean so much to me... hay...tata...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/108057088480228385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/108057088480228385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108057088480228385' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-108015188618420609</id><published>2004-03-25T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T02:14:49.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whoa.... its been like 4 days and it hasnt sinked it yet... gosh. im so happy. it feels so different and good. everything makes perfect sense... this is it....tata...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/108015188618420609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/108015188618420609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108015188618420609' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-10789813542750129</id><published>2004-03-11T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T13:05:39.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy.. happy.. joy.. joy..you know how ren and stimpy don't seem to care anything, they're just happy as it is. that's how im feeling. whatever it is, i'm happy. :Di can't really say everything is perfect, that everything is all right. actually, there are things to be sad about. but, being happy doesn't mean everything is perfect. it just means that we've decided to see life beyond its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/10789813542750129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/10789813542750129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#10789813542750129' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-107818054657959854</id><published>2004-03-02T06:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T06:38:39.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what?!?!tata...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/107818054657959854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/107818054657959854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107818054657959854' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-107647254093816410</id><published>2004-02-11T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T12:11:27.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i so can't wait for BORACAY!!!! got my ticket last week.. no more backing out!! haha.. it's just me, leah and binky!! i can see that it would be 5 days of crazy, just plain crazy time!! haha.. i so can't wait.. 71 days left!! hahaha..tata...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/107647254093816410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/107647254093816410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107647254093816410' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-107534931475164997</id><published>2004-01-29T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T12:13:13.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg........................</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/107534931475164997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/107534931475164997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107534931475164997' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-107418322273963176</id><published>2004-01-16T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T00:15:49.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hay! i know this will happen.. but what do i do.. i still go and risk it.. the moment i left the house, i can so hear my mom's sermon already about going out when she asked me to stay put at home and to help at packing somethings... but i still went on and went out...i know i know, i have to be responsible already and be considerate.. but i just had to go out. for one, i was bored like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/107418322273963176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/107418322273963176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107418322273963176' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-107275113889434602</id><published>2003-12-30T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T10:36:29.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on the way back to manila from zambales yesterday, i found myself realizing that this year has been everything... from tears to laughters, from ups and downs, from sober to wasted, from sleepless nights to early bed times, from manila to tagaytay, baguio and zambales, from girls-night-outs to one-of-the-boys nights, from home buddy to i-don't-want-to-stay-at-home moments... gosh.. the list will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/107275113889434602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/107275113889434602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107275113889434602' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-107235739132870237</id><published>2003-12-25T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T21:04:35.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!!!hay!! this christmas season is nothing but eat, go to malls but nothing to buy, more eating, fixing the house and more eating. so basically, it's just about eating!!!gosh! food has never been this sumptious!! haha.. i don't know.. maybe it's the thinking that it was my sister who cooked and controlled our kitchen traffic. too bad, i don't have any credit for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/107235739132870237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/107235739132870237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107235739132870237' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-107153263076596792</id><published>2003-12-16T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T07:58:21.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>grrr.. i so need a new phone!!! i know it's not even a year old, but it's really messed up. it's not ringing nor vibrating. i know i know. it's my fault. it has fallen too many times already. and it continues to hit the floor!!! and i don't get shock anymore!!!! hahaha...because it did not ring nor vibrate... i missed the first day of simbang gabi!! grr.. i was so looking forward to simbang </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/107153263076596792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/107153263076596792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107153263076596792' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-107111085241359444</id><published>2003-12-11T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T10:48:36.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i miss you... give me a sign.. i'm just here...waiting.. tata...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/107111085241359444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/107111085241359444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107111085241359444' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-107093725552464203</id><published>2003-12-09T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T10:35:17.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this took the words out of my mind.. read on...When to let go? Imagine this... In your hand is a very precious creation, so fragile, so  valuable that if you keep on holding, it would either stay or fall apart. But you loved this creature so much, so much that letting it go would be like letting go of your life as well. So much that sometimes you wished it would be there forever. So much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/107093725552464203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/107093725552464203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107093725552464203' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-107028953492070411</id><published>2003-12-01T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T22:51:00.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is like the longest day after i've gone back to school. this is such a f*cked up sched.. but what can i do if there are more bratty and never-contented people in my class. i jsut hate when people keep on complaining and complaining about things that they should just accept because that is how life is. but no, they just see a little opportunity to change things, they'd push it like it's a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/107028953492070411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/107028953492070411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107028953492070411' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-106978310907376312</id><published>2003-11-26T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T01:59:12.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm so done with shit......for now!!whahaha....tata...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/106978310907376312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/106978310907376312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106978310907376312' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-106967473893896988</id><published>2003-11-24T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T01:59:36.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when you think everything is ok... something blows up on your face and brings you back to reality. i thought and i would still like to think that i'm living the life that i want. i don't know. it's just weird now. this past month has been a roller coaster ride... sometimes i don't even know if i'm up or down. sometimes i don't know what i'm feeling...i know i'm happy now. but there is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/106967473893896988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/106967473893896988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106967473893896988' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-106635936946571773</id><published>2003-10-17T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T10:56:09.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i miss my blog...i miss badminton...i miss my family...i miss everything...because of school!!! grrrr.....one more week of hell and i'm really going catch up on the things that i'm missing out now!!! hayyyyyyyy.........tata...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/106635936946571773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/106635936946571773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106635936946571773' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-106116288179892361</id><published>2003-08-18T07:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T07:30:16.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PARTYYYYYYYThe University of Asia and the Pacific Student Executive Board Events Team presents  INFUSIONthe  ua&amp;p university party august 23 2003saturday 7pmcentro, libis (beside Gerry's grill) featuring performances from BARBIE'S CRADLE, SUGARFREE, KAPATID, and more!!! plus...OPEN BAR on STRONG ICE!!!!  brought to you by San Miguel Strong Ice * Yehey! Philippines * 99.5 RT</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/106116288179892361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/106116288179892361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106116288179892361' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-106087006924988697</id><published>2003-08-14T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T22:12:24.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the power of a wishi know there are lots of things to do now.. but i got a phone call today bringing me a very sad news.our wish kid passed away this afternoon.her name's justine. she had bone cancer but she was fighting it. the first time i saw her, she was in pain, but was struggling to keep a straight face infront of us. i know she wanted to cry, but she didn't want us to see that. and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/106087006924988697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/106087006924988697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106087006924988697' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-105953286732517241</id><published>2003-07-30T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T10:59:51.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>time to sparefor the past two weeks, the so-called IMC load started to show its face. projects after projects, meetings after meeting, presentations after presentation. there was literally no time to spare to do any of the things i want to do. blogging came to a halt and badminton was out of the picture. there was even a point were i only have 30mins of sleep for two days. whew!these coming </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/105953286732517241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/105953286732517241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105953286732517241' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-10579137786110243</id><published>2003-07-11T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T16:56:18.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Five1. Do you remember your first best friend? Who was it?yes, i think. it was eric. (actually, i think he was more of a childhood sweetheart!)2. Are you still in touch with this person?no. 3. Do you have a current close friend?yes. actually, there are lots - probably around 4.4. How did you become friends with this person?hmm... 3, i met in school. the other one is through a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/10579137786110243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/10579137786110243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#10579137786110243' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-105767439078318278</id><published>2003-07-08T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T22:27:37.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Letting Goi was cleaning my mailbox a while ago and i saw this email that my friend sent me right after she heard about what happened.the forward was so real and so true that i really felt bad then. it's like telling me what i was exactlly feeling. all the hurt and pain and the hopefulness. when i read it again, it was still as real and true as it can get. but this time, it didn't feel that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/105767439078318278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/105767439078318278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105767439078318278' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-105679464676389662</id><published>2003-06-28T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T18:09:43.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>back to zerofinally, after almost a month, i'm back to playing badminton. things just started piling up and i really couldn't play often. but now, since i'm stelling down after classes started, i think i can persue this sport. not to become the expert or to compete, but for burning up all the calories i love to take in. but, with any exercise, once you stopped, it's so hard to get back. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/105679464676389662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/105679464676389662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105679464676389662' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-95943188</id><published>2003-06-23T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T20:32:27.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>suicidal clubgetting myself into the IMC program, i know it would be bloody.fourth year would be very very crucial. not only because it will determing whether you will graduate, but also it will gauge if you are qualified to get into the masteral program. i knew from the very beginning that i want that MA degree. i thought i wanted it because of its prestige. i thought i wanted it for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/95943188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/95943188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95943188' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-95861378</id><published>2003-06-20T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T21:26:39.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Friday Five 1. Is your hair naturally curly, wavy, or straight? Long or short?- my hair is straight and a little wavy. it's long, used to be really short. (check out the pics at the left side...)2. How has your hair changed over your lifetime?- i didn't have hair when my mom bore me into this world. i was bald until one and a half years. then it gradually grew. parents kept my hair long </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/95861378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/95861378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95861378' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-95821489</id><published>2003-06-19T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T18:03:15.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>timeoutit's been a while since my last post. i guess i needed the timeout from things. and blogging seemed to be one of them. i'm not sure why but i guess i found no reason for posting. although there were times i did want to post and write, the problem was i didn't know what to write. sure you have your adventures and laugh trip for the day, the mix emotions you have or just what happened </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/95821489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/95821489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95821489' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-95321383</id><published>2003-06-05T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T19:01:25.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to Purgatory!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)HighLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Very LowLevel 2 (Lustful)HighLevel 3 (Gluttonous)ModerateLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)LowLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)ModerateLevel 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very LowLevel 7 (Violent)ModerateLevel 8- the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/95321383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/95321383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95321383' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-95155446</id><published>2003-06-01T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T23:53:25.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To Realize To realize The value of a sister Ask someone Who doesn't have one. To realize The value of ten years: Ask a newly Divorced couple. To realize The value of four years: Ask a graduate. To realize The value of one year: Ask a student who Has failed a final exam. To realize The value of one month: Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby. To realize </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/95155446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/95155446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95155446' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-94323350</id><published>2003-05-14T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T23:56:32.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>badminton for the past three weeks, i have engaged myself in a sport... finally. and i can say that i can do this regularly that it will eventually grow in me as a habit.i actually believed that i would never be able to play any sport continuously. for one, i hate the heat and the perspiration. i hate it. you become so sticky and smelly that i really abhor it. actually, i'm not the sweaty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/94323350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/94323350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94323350' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-94204712</id><published>2003-05-12T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T22:41:04.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>chapters of lifeanother chapter has ended and another has begun. there were laughters and tears, love and pain, and nothing but good memories. i will cherish everything, keep them in my heart and will be a part of me, forever. God has planned this and i leave it all up to Him. He has the reason and He knows that it is the best. now, more things to be experience. more laughter, more tears, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/94204712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/94204712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94204712' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-93059828</id><published>2003-04-23T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T02:11:09.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my whole world is shaken.i don't understand.why now? what happened?God, please help me.i'm not yet ready.not now.i'll do anything.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/93059828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/93059828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93059828' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-92952988</id><published>2003-04-21T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T08:21:16.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tagumpaymy friend asked me "is it busy during holy thursday?" and i said "i wouldn't know, i'm never in manila during holy thursday."one of the things i can remember during my early years was the consistent vacationing at sta. cruz, zambales during holy week. the whole family on my mother side would usually leave on palm sunday and be back in manila on easter sunday. it's a whole week </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/92952988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/92952988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#92952988' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-92696643</id><published>2003-04-16T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T12:49:22.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mr. decemberwe were sitting at sbc at powerplant....when i saw the hottest looking hunk ever.. (ok, mayber after piolo pascual) JON HALL....oh my gosh!!! i couldn't believe i saw him there. i thought i was screeming already but apparently, there was no voice coming out from my mouth!! i so wanted to get a picture if only i had the other phone! dammit... oh well..my friends were actually</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/92696643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/92696643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92696643' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-92255718</id><published>2003-04-09T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T20:50:46.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it ain't over 'til its over...but... it really is over now. school's so over for me! i just love it. while most of my friends have to worry about school til thursday, i only have to worry about what movie i'll be watching for the day. for the past 5 days, it has been 2-3 movies a day! and i so love it... the only down side is that sometimes i get to mix up the characters. hehehe...anyway.. so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/92255718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/92255718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92255718' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-91975609</id><published>2003-04-04T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T20:52:01.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothing can ruin my daytoday practically is the hellest of all days! (hell is such an overused term already!!) anyway, i have two finals and a major presentation for this day....okay.. so my schedule pretty much went well. finished the presentation early enough for me to be able to watch some tv and study little for my exmas. you see, i have learned my lesson.studying so much can only so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/91975609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/91975609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91975609' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-91778388</id><published>2003-04-02T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T00:05:39.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wish i can sleep...and wake on saturday...tata...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/91778388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/91778388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91778388' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-91633477</id><published>2003-03-30T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T13:18:11.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pseudo-schedulehaving a schedule is suppose make sure that you do things at the right time to avoid cramming. it's suppose to guide you in the things to be done. well... for the past two months, it has been very effective and i can say that ive done things at the right time. however, the last weekend before the hellest of all hell comes, it didn't work for me.you see, i knew that next week </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/91633477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/91633477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91633477' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-91512844</id><published>2003-03-28T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T08:38:18.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>smilei got intrigue by this quiz that persh took. it's also been a while since i took these quizzes....You're the cheerful smile,the one that's trulyhappy with almost everything you do and wouldnever cahnge your life. What Kind of Smile are You? brought to you by Quizillatata...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/91512844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/91512844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91512844' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-91405490</id><published>2003-03-26T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T19:41:56.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BJ Palancabesides the fact that it was my sister's graduation, i went to the event knowing that BERNARD PALANCA was going to be there. and his half-sister happens to be my sister's classmate. as the photographer for the night, i bugged my sister to bug her friend to have a picture together with his hunk brother.so, when the half-sister finally introduced my sister to bj, i await nearby to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/91405490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/91405490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91405490' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-91344165</id><published>2003-03-25T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T18:31:07.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whew!what a day!!!it was kicked off by running after the clock to get in time for my 730 class. i have always been late this past month and i really want to make up for that. besides, i haven't been reading for this class and i am so left behind. but, i think, it's all good.then 9-12 break was spent finishing the very tedious presentation on the family who started a mother company who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/91344165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/91344165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91344165' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-91218875</id><published>2003-03-23T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T19:24:49.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> i can't wait for this book!!!tata...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/91218875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/91218875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91218875' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-91066144</id><published>2003-03-21T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T00:38:37.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>embarrasing momentsslum books and auograph books usually ask you this: what is your most embarrasing moment?i guess tonight was full of embarassing moments. i found out that my shirt had this yellow stains on the right side of my waist. apparently, someone wipped his/her cheese flavored fingers with my shirt, without me noticing it. what's worst is that i have been going around shangri-la </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/91066144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/91066144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91066144' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-90990659</id><published>2003-03-19T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T22:07:59.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GOSH! weeks are getting heller and heller! grabeh!!!it's finally over... however, school work has piled up.. and just when i thought i have my life back... i guess not yet!i used to appreciate the last 2-3 weeks of school. when everything is happening so fast and that school's over. i guess this year is an exception. this last 3 weeks are the most dreadest of all the weeks i have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/90990659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/90990659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90990659' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-90614257</id><published>2003-03-13T07:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T07:07:15.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i thought last week was hell week.. i guess not. this is heller than ever! haaaa... i think i gotta get going...tata...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/90614257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/90614257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90614257' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-90376009</id><published>2003-03-09T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T08:30:46.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just when things are getting started...... you're computer breaks down!!!! this is what exactly happened last night! and i hate it!!!as i was doing some paper work, my computer just all of a sudden shut down! as if there was no power at all!!! this actually happened before already and the problem was the main mother board. they found a crack on the board so they had to replace it. oh boy! i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/90376009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/90376009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90376009' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-89993669</id><published>2003-03-02T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T19:05:51.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blah blah blah...it has been ages since the last time i update. and this is because of super duper many things. i had two presentations last friday and the whole week was devoted to just that. hay! i'm just so glad that it's over. this coming week would be papers and test. hay! this will never stop.i just came from my cousin's birthday lunch. and there was a videok machine. and being a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/89993669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/89993669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#89993669' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-89344982</id><published>2003-02-19T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T11:26:21.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Soap Opera Queen soap operas are pathetic. with your usual love couple who can't be together because of a langit at lupa gap. you also have you never-dying villain which has been shot, burnt, over a cliff, what have you but never never dies. you also have your sappy leading lady who doesn't know anything but to cry and her acting really sucks. there are also the bitches of the story who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/89344982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/89344982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89344982' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-88945202</id><published>2003-02-12T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T09:49:44.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>N-Gagecheck out the latest from nokia.... i'm actually not sure if you can make calls with this phone.. (of course i'm being sarcastic!) Nokia N-Gage Game Deck  tata...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/88945202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/88945202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88945202' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-88944273</id><published>2003-02-12T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T09:30:09.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just blabbering... phone  fell for the second time yesterday! what's worst is that it wasn't me who dropped it! whaaaa... but the first time it fell, it was me. i got a couple of slap and punches for letting a phone like that fall. but when you come to think about it, you pay thousands of peso for a phone, it should be durable enough to withstand hitting the ground with much impact! finally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/88944273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/88944273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88944273' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-88643423</id><published>2003-02-06T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T20:08:48.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PROCRASTINATEi have to admit that this is one of my major attitude when it comes to school work. this is further enhanced by my sudden bordedom with school. its like i woke up one morning and just got bored with school. it's like i'm so lazy to go to school and i don't seem to find the motivation to do attend classes, which should explain my increasing cuts. (i should actually have more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/88643423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/88643423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88643423' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-88472909</id><published>2003-02-03T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T22:39:26.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothing. nada. none. this practically says about my whole week. i mean, there are things that are happening, but nothing important or significant that i really want to talk about.. hmmm....okay, its already feb 3 and i haven't changed  hunk of the month . this is because, i love piolo so much that i want to extend him. hehehe... kidding. i still have to gather some decent and hunk-looking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/88472909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/88472909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88472909' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-88203949</id><published>2003-01-29T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T15:20:02.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> WHY NOT? whenever someone asks me why i chose IMC, i say 'WHY NOT?' it sounds very philosophical and as if i really want this course. but, honestly, i don't know why i chose IMC. i guess because it covers a wide range of opportunities after graduating. and up until now, i still don't know what i want to do.by saying 'WHY NOT?', you cut the conversation and further interrogation about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/88203949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/88203949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88203949' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-88043285</id><published>2003-01-26T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-26T22:04:17.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>movie marathoni love watching movies. it's my source of relaxation. or just to fill-in my bordedom. here are some movies that i've seen this week. JOLOGS i have been dying to see this movie and finally i was able to borrow it! i like watching decent and nice filipino films. those movies that are really worth watching because of the story and cinematography and not just for it's craziness </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/88043285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/88043285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88043285' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-87843789</id><published>2003-01-22T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T23:33:20.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on being an atedespite the fact that i have a paper due tom and i haven't even started it yet, i had to go with my sister to watch 8 mile. i was hesitant at first since i had that paper to do, but being an ate, i just had to ditch everything and go with her. i know someday it will back fire at me if i hadn't gone with her. i'll never hear the end of her whinning how i can forget all my school </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/87843789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/87843789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87843789' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-87637195</id><published>2003-01-18T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T22:36:29.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QUIZZESthere's nothing to do. actually, there are things i have to do like finish this marketing letter, do my paper in lit, think of a slogan for our case study, read for theo and lit and lots of other school-related things. but, i'm bored and i'm lazy. so... it's quiz time!!! What Sign of Affection Are You? brought to you by Quizillai love a hug from behind! What Orlando Bloom are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/87637195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/87637195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87637195' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-87453504</id><published>2003-01-15T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-15T11:27:24.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BORDER LINEin a committed relationship that anything goes this is the set-up:each one has his and her own freedom to basically do things that one enjoys. one can go out anytime, anywhere provided that he/she informs his/her partner where he/she is going. one can actually meet new people and this would be fine even when a third party seems to be flirting with one of the couple --- this is, of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/87453504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/87453504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87453504' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-87298013</id><published>2003-01-12T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T17:03:25.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LORD OF THE RINGS: THE TWO TOWERSwow! this is one great movie. however, it is the type of movie which you will probably watch for 2-3 times only. the 4th and the 5th times would be so dragging and you'll end up sleeping in the middle of the movie. but it is still fun to watch despite the long duration of the movie. it is also the type of sequel that couldn't be understood unless one have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/87298013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/87298013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87298013' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-87211073</id><published>2003-01-10T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-10T18:40:20.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Update...i really don't have anything to talk about, but since persh asked for it.. i'll just blab-on on what happened today and this week.  i'm watching  LORD OF THE RINGS  tonight! whipeee!! i was lucky enough to  get tickets to the advance screening at galleria. it's at 10pm tonight! i'm so excited! actually, i'm still trying to finish book II in time for tonight! hehehe... my cute </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/87211073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/87211073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87211073' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-87057136</id><published>2003-01-07T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-07T22:09:52.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Holidays Picturesfinally... here are more of the christmas and new year pictures of the family!!!(  bundhi...  hope the size of the pictures are enough for you!!! hehehe... ) Christmas day  New Year's Eve  New Year's Day  My Generation  My Grandparents  My Family  tata...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/87057136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/87057136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87057136' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-86953746</id><published>2003-01-05T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T15:37:59.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reality Biteswell... i'm back to reality. reality meaning the cramming i have to do because of lack of time during the holiday season. hay! this is one of the things i actually want to change during this year. i guess, i'm starting at the wrong foot! hehehe... well... reality is bitting my immaturity. it seems wierd that it's actually acting up now that i'm preparing to become 21. i'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/86953746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/86953746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#86953746' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-86727860</id><published>2002-12-31T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T12:59:12.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Farewell...its time to say goodbye to my twins!!!timingly, it's also the occasion to bid 2002 goodbye and welcome 2003!!! i guess for the 20 new years i've celebrated, i really didn't feel the change in the year. it's just the adjustment you have to make in writting down dates. that's it. it's like an ordinary day, nothing changes. but this time, it feels weird. i'm actually counting on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/86727860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/86727860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86727860' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-86681033</id><published>2002-12-30T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-30T12:17:38.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's so hard.i'm really trying.but i'm getting tired!HAY!&lt;==++==&gt; Strolling around the mall after so much trips to the night market (7 times and still counting...) and outlet stores of different shopsi finally made my way into the mall! yes! i went to the mall yesterday and did some shopping.it's such a surprise that stores have actually improved and updated their line-ups. one of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/86681033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/86681033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86681033' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-86586469</id><published>2002-12-27T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-27T21:46:53.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas Picturesit has been hectic...pictures will be enough for now...this is my sister's specialty for the day... her PAELLA! it was so good that my unlce's paella never stopped hearing criticisms... of course, poker games will always be there. can you believe, there were six players for just one deck of card! hehehe..      and eating time...more pictures...            and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/86586469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/86586469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86586469' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-86412234</id><published>2002-12-23T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T09:36:36.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long Weekendsince it has been a long weekend, i'm pretty sure that this will be long. but since i'm in a tight schedule.. i'd super try to make this super short. hehehe...Friday Morning - Christmas Party for Tahanang Walang Hagdan-  my friends and i spent the morning celebrating with the kids of Tahanang Walang Hagdan.however, these kids are not really the disabled ones, these are the kids </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/86412234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/86412234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86412234' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-86260437</id><published>2002-12-19T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T16:10:32.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FEELINGS FOR CHRISTMASmost people i know are just starting to feel christmas-y just about now. but i've been feeling this since lase week.i still had classes til tuesday, but i wasn't really giving so much effort to my classes anymore. it felt like i didn't care at all. christmas parties are all over the place. i've actually warned my mother already about this, but i think she will still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/86260437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/86260437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86260437' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-86169699</id><published>2002-12-17T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T23:48:28.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "A 'Sex and the City' quiz" brought to you by Quizillathis is like part true and part "what???"...tata...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/86169699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/86169699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86169699' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-86032994</id><published>2002-12-16T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T00:27:37.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>frustrations....it's really been a day of frustrations... one.. this mouse has it's mind of its own! it's so sensitive that a click means three clicks! i swear! and it clicks on things i don't click on! and it's click and drag won't work! it's so frustrating especially when you're cut-and-pasting your paper! hehehe...two... this sister of mine is really getting irritating. i don't know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/86032994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/86032994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86032994' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-86017267</id><published>2002-12-15T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-15T12:57:36.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> ---What fast food condiment are you?--- brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/86017267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/86017267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86017267' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-85893151</id><published>2002-12-12T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T17:31:23.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why??? why??? why???two things to rant about!1. why did derek and drew have to lose the game?2. why habanapz?derek and drewi don't understand why amazing race didn't do anything for them to win. i'm sorry, but as much as they say that amazing race is a true-to-life show and that the organizers and the producers doesn't have anything to what will happen, i still think that they have some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/85893151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/85893151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85893151' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-85816316</id><published>2002-12-11T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T11:01:33.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Which guy are you destined to have sex with? brought to you by Quizilla whoa!!! i super have the hots for this guy!!! __________________________why do i have a white background????? tata...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/85816316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/85816316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85816316' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-85728993</id><published>2002-12-09T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T16:10:40.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GUILT! GUILT! GUILT!there's a saying that you should start your monday right to keep you on track for the rest of the week. well, so much for that cliche. i actually started the day right. but then, it ended in a way that guilt is still haunting me. you see, i have a three hour break that is suppose to be spent studying and resting after my morning classes. however, it seems that it has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/85728993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/85728993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85728993' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-85636655</id><published>2002-12-07T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T23:56:17.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it has been two straight hectic days.. friday - no classes, something to do with RAMADANmorning: had facial at home. it was okay, but the girl was wiping my face with this liquid which smelt so bad. not bad as in fart or anything stinky. but it's fragrance was too much to bear... it was so flowery that after a while i started getting irritated and a headache eventually came. but it was worth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/85636655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/85636655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85636655' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-85572238</id><published>2002-12-06T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-06T11:14:44.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> How Emotional Are You? brought to you by Quizillathis explains my state last night... yup! i am emotional. tata...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/85572238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/85572238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85572238' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-85477740</id><published>2002-12-04T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T20:16:58.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wednesday = FREE DAYi just love this schedule! i mean, you get a rest day in the middle of the week... now i know how the UP people are feeing!!! but then it also has it's stressful effect...since it's a free day.. i planned things to do for today... that doesn't require anything to do with school. but of course, i cannot help that. that's why i planned to study for tomorrow's lessons. but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/85477740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/85477740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85477740' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-85382336</id><published>2002-12-03T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T10:14:53.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>addictionam i actually starting to get addicted to this? i mean, it's already 12:30 and i have a 7:30 class tom morning. i'm suppose to be sleeping??? what am i doing in front of the computer trying to figure out why there are spaces where i don't want them and no spaces where i want them... hmmmm... you think i'm addicted already??? hmmmm....tata...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/85382336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/85382336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85382336' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-85285578</id><published>2002-11-30T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-30T15:00:38.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coyote Nighti really tried to get well today because after a looong looong time, i'm going out with the DIVAS... so slept the whole afternoon and rested for the nights escapade...as usual, things got going at around 9:30pm... miel picked me up... went to a friend's house to start the night...it was vanessa's birthday last tuesday... this was her treat. she brought us to her place at malate,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/85285578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/85285578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85285578' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-85209237</id><published>2002-11-28T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-06T10:09:13.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE BEAUTY OF GETTING SICKyeah.. i'm not having the time of my life the other day because of this flu. and yesterday was even worst... my temperature went up and that means spending my "free day" at home laying down. can't even read for my lit class for the following day.but then... it also have its good side. or maybe i'm just being a brat.. oh what the heck...my mom was so worried about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/85209237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/85209237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85209237' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-85149711</id><published>2002-11-27T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T14:54:32.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> A different quiz, what strange type of person are you? brought to you by Quizillanow this is something different. dreamer they say i am. i say i am.tata...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/85149711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/85149711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85149711' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-85104506</id><published>2002-11-26T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T20:13:38.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh! its been a while.. and i just have to write...i don't really get sick often... i'm practically a healthy person. that's why when i get colds or cough, i really think i'm sick and sometimes even act as if i'm super sick. but then.. i'm just enjoying the moment. this is, of course, done with the thinking that everybody around you would take a little effort on making you feel better just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/85104506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/85104506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85104506' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-84917899</id><published>2002-11-22T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T19:03:14.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/84917899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/84917899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84917899' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-84813573</id><published>2002-11-20T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T21:46:30.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay... second day... this should be fun...i actually asked my friend for some help since his site looks nice... but then... few text messages were not enough.. it takes such a long time to actually make your site pretty... so, this should be enough... FOR NOW...some had their first day today... but not me.. HAHAHA... i had an extended sem break... oh okay. it just because of the simple reaon</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/84813573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/84813573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84813573' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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-3957702.post-84755795</id><published>2002-11-19T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T18:32:14.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay... this is cool... i think. when i first heard of an on-line journal, i thought it would be crazy for a person to actually tell the whole world about what they are thinking or feeling... but then.. what the heck, right? you're identity is practically concealed. and it's really up to you whatever you want to post.. so this is why i'm giving it a shot.. im not really the "diary" type of a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/84755795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3957702/posts/default/84755795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alrac.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84755795' title=''/><author><name>alrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16163646393687452012</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>
