<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='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' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808143340667256467</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 01:02:43 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>hawaii</category><category>broken hearts</category><category>love of our lives</category><category>pictures and graphics</category><category>Food</category><category>pets</category><category>relationships</category><category>Friends and Families</category><category>lovers break-up</category><category>life haters</category><category>Music and Entertainment</category><category>American Idol</category><category>David Cook</category><category>restaurants</category><title>Bullshits and Fuck-ups</title><description>They laugh at me because I am different...I laugh at them because they are the same. I know who i am. I learn to live. and thus, only God judges me.</description><link>http://bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (stainedheart)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808143340667256467.post-9152666212070818443</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2008 12:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-04T12:54:58.741-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Music and Entertainment</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lovers break-up</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>broken hearts</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>relationships</category><title>Why?</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ive met a friend online and he has been very open about his relationship. So i felt like opening my own story as well. The conversation lasted for quite sometime...and again made me think of my bf and the fight we had the other day. Anyhow, Ive realized that he had just been out of a relationship. And I was moved by his story and the last words he said was.."Please dont make your relationship be like ours" heres a compiled video of &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;higgy and diggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n-5ZK0HqGus&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n-5ZK0HqGus&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808143340667256467-9152666212070818443?l=bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com/2008/05/why.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stainedheart)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808143340667256467.post-2451460862408710290</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 04:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-02T21:54:20.814-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Music and Entertainment</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>American Idol</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>David Cook</category><title>Music Of The Night</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The idols this week tried a very edgy and very difficult theme... this time theyre into musicals. David Cook made his own version from &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Phantom of the Opera&lt;/span&gt; and i find it so captivating. i dont know about you but i find this song so sweet that i almost got teary-eyed after listening to it. I have been a Cook fan and always will be till the end of this season.. win or lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Music Of The Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dVhRlsw4-HE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dVhRlsw4-HE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808143340667256467-2451460862408710290?l=bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com/2008/05/music-of-night.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stainedheart)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808143340667256467.post-5399371846459277138</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 12:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-01T08:33:20.343-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Food</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Friends and Families</category><title>I am my own Chef</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I went to IKEA and bought some things for my apartment. Then I started to think since I also bought goodies for my kitchen, how about if I'll start to cook again. When I was back in Cebu, my Grandmom cooked a very nice dish...seriously I forgot whats it called.. but im sure it sounded like "&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sinagang&lt;/span&gt;" Damn, its way far from Thai's "Tom Yam Soup" or the Frenchs' "Escargot" or Golden Fork's "Boullabaise Soup"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, for you guys who doesnt know whats in it....its baby pork knuckle chopped then simmered to tenderness (or shall I say) a Tamarind base paste to taste and lots of Tomatoes. with pounded Taro for the soups thickness and consistency, chopped raddish, eggplant and chili? (optional) (wtf? I sounded like my mom. hehehe) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm I really dont know if I mentioned all the stuff in there, but as far as I know those were the main ingredients of my Nanas recipe. Besides, Im proud to say Ive cooked and made it (in an amateurish kind of way hehehe.) And Im also sure it certainly looks like this pic. Anyway, have a nice dinner/lunch whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; DISPLAY: block; TEXT-ALIGN: center" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195432108766113442" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/SBnh-fGprqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/n8XpmxTfhtI/s400/sinigang.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808143340667256467-5399371846459277138?l=bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-my-own-chef.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stainedheart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/SBnh-fGprqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/n8XpmxTfhtI/s72-c/sinigang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808143340667256467.post-4681992141821242650</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 05:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-29T22:51:28.513-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>love of our lives</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>relationships</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pets</category><title>Certified Parents</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My boyfriend and I adopted an American Pitbull Terrier and named her after the singer Cassie. I cant believe were already parents.....of course in our own silly and unique way. Our baby is sooo cute. I cant wait to get my hands on her. Oh before I forget... she has a cousin. a Shih Tzu. My boyfriend calls her Whammie..I call her the MOP. hehehe. Anyway, here are the pics.. The BULL and the MOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; DISPLAY: block; TEXT-ALIGN: center" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194902015312506370" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/SBf_2_GprgI/AAAAAAAAANA/2qMBSvfDNuY/s320/Pogsy605.jpg" /&gt; The snob thug!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; DISPLAY: block; TEXT-ALIGN: center" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194902388974661138" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/SBgAMvGprhI/AAAAAAAAANI/onyijV2OEIw/s320/Pogsy623+(1).jpg" /&gt;My Hubby and our baby! Aww!&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; DISPLAY: block; TEXT-ALIGN: center" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194902535003549218" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/SBgAVPGpriI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JzGQvZ9QFJ8/s320/Pogsy632+(1).jpg" /&gt;I want my Daddy Tim&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; DISPLAY: block; TEXT-ALIGN: center" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194902779816685106" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/SBgAjfGprjI/AAAAAAAAANY/cBDszcs_55Q/s320/Pogsy709.jpg" /&gt;Pretty In RED&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; DISPLAY: block; TEXT-ALIGN: center" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194903003154984514" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/SBgAwfGprkI/AAAAAAAAANg/Y1O9FHtWeG0/s320/Pogsy716.jpg" /&gt;Dont' hate me because I am Beautiful!&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; DISPLAY: block; TEXT-ALIGN: center" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194903170658709074" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/SBgA6PGprlI/AAAAAAAAANo/FqT96d_suwE/s320/Pogsy871.jpg" /&gt;My Hubby and Whammie (the mop)&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; DISPLAY: block; TEXT-ALIGN: center" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194903406881910370" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/SBgBH_GprmI/AAAAAAAAANw/Cz9Ma19tlcA/s320/Pogsy868.jpg" /&gt;Aww, look at those poppy eyes!&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; DISPLAY: block; TEXT-ALIGN: center" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194903578680602226" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/SBgBR_GprnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/W-yMNKUaoUU/s320/Pogsy889.jpg" /&gt;I mean, I don't know about you! but haven't you seen a dog smile?&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; DISPLAY: block; TEXT-ALIGN: center" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194910686851477138" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/SBgHvvGprpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/HGHJeIIpEZU/s320/Pogsy917.jpg" /&gt;The LOVE of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808143340667256467-4681992141821242650?l=bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com/2008/04/cetrified-parents.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stainedheart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/SBf_2_GprgI/AAAAAAAAANA/2qMBSvfDNuY/s72-c/Pogsy605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808143340667256467.post-8420466812424376321</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2008 02:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-25T19:19:06.935-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Friends and Families</category><title>The Good Ol' Days</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had a quick swim yesterday in one of the beaches here with some friends. it was fun and it made me remember my homies in bahrain a few years back. back when I was still much confused (wink-wink). Anyhow, my hubby has seen these pictures and he feels like joining me in the nude. lol (we'll get there, just hang on and keep your fingers rossed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/SBKPoPGprfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DUt0Lls-IZ0/s1600-h/drunk+as+fukin+hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; DISPLAY: block; TEXT-ALIGN: center" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193371241723571698" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/SBKPoPGprfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DUt0Lls-IZ0/s320/drunk+as+fukin+hell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tim, kenny, michael ---oooh steaming jacuzzi..nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/SBKPTfGpreI/AAAAAAAAAMw/FE4HwHguJV0/s1600-h/l_47c325ab8962fbadf140c44f8c2cd640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; DISPLAY: block; TEXT-ALIGN: center" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193370885241286114" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/SBKPTfGpreI/AAAAAAAAAMw/FE4HwHguJV0/s320/l_47c325ab8962fbadf140c44f8c2cd640.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gotcha!!! timmy playing with the bubbles and his weiner! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808143340667256467-8420466812424376321?l=bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-ol-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stainedheart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/SBKPoPGprfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DUt0Lls-IZ0/s72-c/drunk+as+fukin+hell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808143340667256467.post-7424642638001238926</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 00:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-25T12:26:20.211-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Music and Entertainment</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>relationships</category><title>Youll never know</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that hunky neighbor of yours......that bus driver........that newspaper guy......... that mailman...... Youll never know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RkgACMUOHzs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RkgACMUOHzs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808143340667256467-7424642638001238926?l=bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com/2008/04/youll-never-know.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stainedheart)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808143340667256467.post-4552003046348879062</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 00:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-25T12:27:15.114-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Music and Entertainment</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>relationships</category><title>Jackass Duo....the amateur version</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pa0cNAfzVbc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pa0cNAfzVbc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I just found these guys on youtube and I’m totally transfixed. I mean, I'm hard pressed to come up with an explanation but somehow that doesnt bother me. They're so oddly oddly specific about what they're doing and they have so much conviction about it that I actually find them strangely comforting. Essentially, their work is more or less genius. Some of it is a bit slow in parts but I mean, they’re completely insane and I just love it.They’re sort of a Gilbert and George meets Jackass pair. I mean, what a combination.  Excellent work, boys. MTV here they should be coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808143340667256467-4552003046348879062?l=bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com/2008/04/jackass-duothe-amateur-version.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stainedheart)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808143340667256467.post-5496888593426033623</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 23:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-25T12:27:15.115-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Music and Entertainment</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>relationships</category><title>Im F*cking Matt Damon</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fuck, dont think that I really get to fuck the Bourne celeb. As a matter of fact he is at the top of my list of fantasy-sex-partners. Last night, I was browsing Youtube and to my surprise, somebody gets to fuck him first. :,( *sigh*  Check the fuckin video. im laughing my crack off! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnVJZkDuVBM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnVJZkDuVBM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808143340667256467-5496888593426033623?l=bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-fcking-matt-damon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stainedheart)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808143340667256467.post-294279969683639472</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 08:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-25T12:27:15.116-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Music and Entertainment</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>relationships</category><title>Here comes the hot steppers!!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was talking to my boyfriend about Step Up 2. and fuck, we cant stop watching the movie again and again. in fairness to my bf's girlie taste (lol), hes into cassie's "is it you?" the song is cool too. (wink-wink). but my favorite scene from the movie is incomparable. here it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fv-cQrD4MS0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fv-cQrD4MS0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808143340667256467-294279969683639472?l=bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com/2008/04/hot-steppers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stainedheart)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808143340667256467.post-9109336097698229459</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 06:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-25T12:27:15.117-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Music and Entertainment</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>relationships</category><title>Frustrated DJ</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/SA2TgPGprdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Ao36lq4EHKY/s1600-h/spinnin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191968127447576018" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/SA2TgPGprdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Ao36lq4EHKY/s320/spinnin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been a fan of DJ Dread of Liverpool. Everytime he'll come to HI i would definitely be the first to get the tickets. He is just simply the mix guru of all time. The trancic beats makes you bob your head like a doggie on the dashboard. LOL. heres a pic of me doing the same SHIT. hehehe. DJ DrEaD thanks for the inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808143340667256467-9109336097698229459?l=bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com/2008/04/frustrated-dj.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stainedheart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/SA2TgPGprdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Ao36lq4EHKY/s72-c/spinnin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808143340667256467.post-8986842490185682212</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Apr 2008 11:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-25T12:27:15.117-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Music and Entertainment</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>relationships</category><title>American Idol update.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Last week the idols go for Mariah Carey hits. David Cook who has been my favorite this season tried a different kind of twist with the song. Anyway, he pulled it through and still sounded great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Always Be My Baby - David Cook version&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8j0_qfxL-0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8j0_qfxL-0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808143340667256467-8986842490185682212?l=bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com/2008/04/american-idol-update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stainedheart)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808143340667256467.post-1739455788659649461</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Apr 2008 09:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-25T12:33:26.821-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pictures and graphics</category><title>Wicked!!!</title><description>ive made my own design and got myself a html code.. but the question is... how am i going to put this one on my page? hubs, do you know anything about html's? waaahhh! i need HELP. Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed height="300" name="flashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://kiw.imgag.com/imgag/kiw/product/postCards/postcard_shell-v2.swf" enablejavascript="false" wmode="transparent" flashvars="mode=published&amp;amp;pn=3120853&amp;amp;imghost=http%3A//kiw.imgag.com/imgag&amp;amp;pdt=ex&amp;amp;customizations=%7B%22background_url%22%3A%20%22bg1.swf%22%2C%239f194%2C%20%22message_text%22%3A%20%22Bullshits%20and%20%20%20%20%20fuck%20ups%22%2C%2352657%2C%20%22message_size%22%3A%200.302281368821%2C%23bf8bc%2C%20%22message_color%22%3A%2016777215%2C%23dd6fe%2C%20%22background_color%22%3A%2013722908%2C%23a3237%2C%20%22messageOutline_color%22%3A%2013369344%7D%2C%23c0627%2C%238e" allowscriptaccess="never" quality="high" swliveconnect="true" allownetworking="internal"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808143340667256467-1739455788659649461?l=bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com/2008/04/wicked.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stainedheart)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808143340667256467.post-5979727617962579867</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Apr 2008 08:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-25T12:31:09.590-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Music and Entertainment</category><title>My bet on Idols</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i have been an avid fan of this guy. he really does know how to make his music go upside down. in other words, REINVENTION. it all started when he sang this ever classic song from Michael Jackson. at first i really didnt notice how the song go... but the lyrics were kinda familiar.. not till he sang the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here you go... David Cook with his own version of Billie Jean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Id8diu7GQsw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Id8diu7GQsw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;watch also his previous song entry a rendition of Lionell Ritchie's "Hello"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mxVzkZLzoLU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mxVzkZLzoLU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;oh the last video is for my hubby...."hello, is it me youre looking for?" ........now don't tell me its corny you dipshit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808143340667256467-5979727617962579867?l=bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-bet-on-idols.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stainedheart)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808143340667256467.post-1454745166666757990</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 18:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-18T16:37:42.368-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>hawaii</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>relationships</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>restaurants</category><title>Travelling Boyfriend; Future Husband</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after i chatted with my boyfriend yesterday, my dad phoned up. its been ages that we havent spent time together. and since i was feeling hungry so, i decided to dine out with them (mom is kinda lazy to cook some decent meal for her boys today. hehehe) on my way out, i still keep thinking about jin... i was thinking how our life would be without each other.....thinking about all the negative flaks from people. and also about that recent incident. (oh btw, the bestfriend of that girl sent me an email and said. it wasnt &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;me.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; shes NOT pregnant after all) and that made me mad and upset......and disappointed. i dont know....&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in a few minutes, i will be meeting my folks in a local restaurant. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when i stepped in, i glanced around. but no mom and dad. grrrrr theyre late. so i made myself comfortable and took a table at the corner for three. the place was kinda new (as far as i can remember few years back) but then i realized the place was still the same it had just been refurbished and renovated.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what stucked to my attention was this picture on the wall. its more or likely a vintage photograph of women. and as i read along the caption, it brings back the smile in my face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/SAj8QQA79OI/AAAAAAAAALs/a8tKRGKfvNc/s1600-h/traveling+brides.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; DISPLAY: block; TEXT-ALIGN: center" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190675926651499746" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/SAj8QQA79OI/AAAAAAAAALs/a8tKRGKfvNc/s320/traveling+brides.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;(This is a picture taken in 1920 of Japanese women who had come to Hawaii to marry -- without ever knowing their future husband. They are known as "travel brides".)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;see, feeling sorry about the situation and stuff isnt that bad after all. even though im a travelling boyfriend, at least this time i knew on who i want to be with when i get older., at least this time i know who will be my future husband. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808143340667256467-1454745166666757990?l=bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com/2008/04/travelling-boyfriend-future-husband.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stainedheart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/SAj8QQA79OI/AAAAAAAAALs/a8tKRGKfvNc/s72-c/traveling+brides.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808143340667256467.post-3339914465271658291</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 00:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-25T12:31:09.590-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Music and Entertainment</category><title>Another fave song</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;chris daughtry is just quite an exceptional guy especially when it comes to music. he has touched a million of hearts with the song "home" and now hes touched mine with this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Over You - Chris Daughtry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EWdNc0PsSDc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EWdNc0PsSDc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808143340667256467-3339914465271658291?l=bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-fave-song.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stainedheart)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808143340667256467.post-4596451312259788962</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 14:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-25T12:31:09.591-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Music and Entertainment</category><title>The Amazing LEONA LEWIS</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;its almost a week now since im back here in hawaii. yesterday, was a very sad day for me.. i havent really explained to my boyfriend to what really had happened (of course i cant tell you). anyway, i was then stucked to this girl on the radio. and she sounded awesome. i felt like she was talking to me. ive waited for the song to end till the dj mentioned her name. LEONA LEWIS. after that, i rushed to my laptop and searched for her in youtube. here it is.. and heres the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gn3I0LKpyGg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gn3I0LKpyGg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808143340667256467-4596451312259788962?l=bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com/2008/04/amazing-leona-lewis.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stainedheart)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808143340667256467.post-1605626098833758728</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 04:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-14T21:42:47.437-07:00</atom:updated><title>I am so PISSED-OFF!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/SAQxzQA79MI/AAAAAAAAALg/VoFTmN8CVFs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189327427179640002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/SAQxzQA79MI/AAAAAAAAALg/VoFTmN8CVFs/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it has been a very bad timing for me this year. i thought everything is in its place... but i was wrong. i got this job out of nowhere and i was happy for a short period of time. i bought a car , moved to another apartment.. i mean everything was supposed to go along. but then one day, something came up and that i have to move again. i hate this fuckin lifestyle. im like a freakin nomad. without a proper discussion with my boyfriend i flew back to the states. (he doesnt even know im back here already)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;now, im back here in hawaii. i couldve called him but i still cant since i have to go grab another sim card for me to call abroad. which i dont have any plans of buying coz i dont know when i will be dispatched again. (ive heared i will be going to bahrain next)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, ill just keep you guys posted. and to my boyfriend, IM REALLY SORRY i havent called. ill just give you a very loooooooooooooooooooooong email soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;timmy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(ps. the baby picture is for my boss)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808143340667256467-1605626098833758728?l=bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-so-pissed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stainedheart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/SAQxzQA79MI/AAAAAAAAALg/VoFTmN8CVFs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808143340667256467.post-8252302519556319038</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 04:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-21T20:22:17.874-08:00</atom:updated><title>Pictures.....</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/R75N4sFuvHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zRcgkBywr4c/s1600-h/tim2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169655058571115634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/R75N4sFuvHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zRcgkBywr4c/s400/tim2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/R75NxcFuvGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Q8oIZVgET4Y/s1600-h/tim1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169654934017064034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/R75NxcFuvGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Q8oIZVgET4Y/s400/tim1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boyfriend has been very demanding lately....and still, I understand......sometimes. lol He has been very eager to see what I look like now. anyway, here are some shots from m y phone.... hope youre satisfied with these two. Oi, before I forget, ...I think youve forgotten something.... figure it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808143340667256467-8252302519556319038?l=bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com/2008/02/pictures.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stainedheart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/R75N4sFuvHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zRcgkBywr4c/s72-c/tim2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808143340667256467.post-1501529768934711539</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2008 08:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-10T00:31:33.542-08:00</atom:updated><title>Im Back!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey, its good to have myself hooked onto the keyboard once again after quite sometime.  My job keeps me tied up to the things that i wanted to do.....which is blogging. lol.   i cant even check out some mails from my boyfriend. but dont ever think that our communication stopped.  its still there and we still keep on talking every now and then.  i even talked to him yesterday right after i came out from the hospital. Yikes! the weather here is killing me. its soo fuckin cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, ill update this blog once in a while... ill just keep you guys posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808143340667256467-1501529768934711539?l=bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stainedheart)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808143340667256467.post-7024132128909384179</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2007 12:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-25T12:35:12.479-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>relationships</category><title>Im already Here (sob, sob, sob...sniff, sniffer)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/Ryxx8Mk1qCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/pTZF3sjdOO4/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128599354649978914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/Ryxx8Mk1qCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/pTZF3sjdOO4/s400/DSC00115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/Ryxxl8k1qBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/O8AhlAUQhPU/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128598972397889554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/Ryxxl8k1qBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/O8AhlAUQhPU/s400/DSC00114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So tired and exhausted, I made it here in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Abu Dhabi&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;International&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Airport&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Fuck, I haven’t even enjoyed the in-flight goodies. Was sleeping for the entire journey. (of course they woke me up for meals) &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Abu Dhabi&lt;/st1:city&gt; is four hours minus to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’ time. Anyway, I arrived here on Nov 1 at exactly 9:30 PM (1:30 AM Nov 2 Phils.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I have to adjust again with my body clock and was sleeping again for the rest of that day. When I woke up, I tried to put on my laptop then I guess there was a wireless link nearby so I tired to make it online. Was hoping to see my boyfriend but sad to say, he wasn’t around. But a very good friend was.(Miggy)was chatting for a while. but I think the connection &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;isn’t that as fast I thought,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;checked my emails and voila! I have tons from him.YAY!! and BOO! Fuck, I lost the fuckin signal!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was even in the middle of&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;reading my email. Then it froze for a while then that’s it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Archie came to my room and asked if&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I wanted anything to eat. Ill just have a Mac and Pepsi. So he went out to grab some grub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lyin on my bed still kept on thinking about him. The next thing I knew I was already listening to this song and it made me want to cry right then and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;PS. I have seen your email already its good to know you already recieved the ring. ill post the picture here soon....and hey! FUCK!!!! G4M is blocked in here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home - Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="mp3playerdarksmallv3" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="25" width="210" align="middle" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="5556"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="661"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-player/mp3playerdarksmallv3.swf?audioPath=http://www.podbean.com/podcast-blog-embeddable-flash-player-mp3/MjQxMTMvQi1ob21lLm1wMw/B-home.mp3&amp;amp;autoStart=no"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-player/mp3playerdarksmallv3.swf?audioPath=http://www.podbean.com/podcast-blog-embeddable-flash-player-mp3/MjQxMTMvQi1ob21lLm1wMw/B-home.mp3&amp;amp;autoStart=no"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="NoScale"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value="FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-player/mp3playerdarksmallv3.swf?audioPath=http://www.podbean.com/podcast-blog-embeddable-flash-player-mp3/MjQxMTMvQi1ob21lLm1wMw/B-home.mp3&amp;autoStart=no" quality="high" width="210" height="25" name="mp3playerdarksmallv3" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="PADDING-LEFT: 41px; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11px; COLOR: #2da274; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; FONT-FAMILY: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.podbean.com/"&gt;Powered by Podbean.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another summer day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is come and gone away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In Paris and Rome&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mmmmmmmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maybe surrounded by&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A million people I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Still feel all alone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just wanna go home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh I miss you, you know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Each one a line or two“I’m fine baby, how are you?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My words were cold and flat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And you deserve more than that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another aerorplane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another sunny placeI’m lucky I know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mmmm, I’ve got to go home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let me go home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I’m just too far from where you are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wanna come home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It’s like I just stepped outside&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When everything was going right&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I know just why you could not&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Come along with me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But this was not your dream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But you always believe in me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another winter day has come&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And gone away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And even Paris and Rome&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I wanna go home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let me go home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I’m surrounded by&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A million people I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Still feel alone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, let go home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, I miss you, you know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let me go home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I’ve had my run&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Baby, I’m doneI gotta go home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let me go homeIt will all right&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I’ll be home tonightI’m coming back home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808143340667256467-7024132128909384179?l=bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-already-here-sob-sob-sobsniff.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stainedheart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/Ryxx8Mk1qCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/pTZF3sjdOO4/s72-c/DSC00115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808143340667256467.post-5326787431150307923</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2007 11:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-25T12:31:09.591-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Music and Entertainment</category><title>Asia's Songbird</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been a fan of this beautiful and talented singer. Fuck I'd marry her if only im straight. hahaha. I have been watching some of her performances in Youtube and I find her so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this song had got me and hit me real hard, I felt like she was singing right in front of me. I mean.... I dont't know about you, but I love her and I love the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know and im very sure that I wont be here for Christmas. so here goes.........From My Family to yours, and to my One and Only Boyfriend, Jinelle, Merry Christmas, and a Happy and Prosperous New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NGHHziunD4c&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NGHHziunD4c&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808143340667256467-5326787431150307923?l=bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com/2007/10/asias-songbird.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stainedheart)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808143340667256467.post-4376167112160042427</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2007 10:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-31T04:30:35.559-07:00</atom:updated><title>Oops, I forgot about it again.</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/Ryhih8k1p_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/0lrLbbUYRCg/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127456511097153522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/Ryhih8k1p_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/0lrLbbUYRCg/s400/DSC00109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/RyhiMsk1p-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/-d8TLPL-alQ/s1600-h/DSC00107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127456146024933346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/RyhiMsk1p-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/-d8TLPL-alQ/s400/DSC00107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/RyhhgMk1p9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/P0HfqIwsQXQ/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127455381520754642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/RyhhgMk1p9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/P0HfqIwsQXQ/s400/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubs, here are your orders. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I was a service crew, I know I will get my ass kicked in no time. He asked me to take a picture of his favorites.....(my hubby loves food).. Starbucks and Yellow Cab. so here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808143340667256467-4376167112160042427?l=bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com/2007/10/ooops-i-forgot-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stainedheart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/Ryhih8k1p_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/0lrLbbUYRCg/s72-c/DSC00109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808143340667256467.post-2824273400531818707</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2007 09:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-25T12:35:12.479-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>relationships</category><title>Last Day</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/RyhTzMk1p7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/EVNr-bo910E/s1600-h/exhausted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127440314775480242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/RyhTzMk1p7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/EVNr-bo910E/s400/exhausted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I was writing this post, I felt so exhausted, sleepy, tired and some other mixed emotions. Tomorrow is the day. The day that I will be separated to the one I love the most. The day that Im very scared of coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My boyfriend woke me up today at 2 pm since I have to drop something at the courier. He was already in school with his close friend Blessy. I took a quick shower, rushed to the mail since the cut-off time is 4pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still sleepy, I've decided to go to a salon to make my nails done. (dont get me wrong. I dont have nail clippers to cut em.) Fuck this lady.... she keeps sniffing while watching the tv and doing my nails at the same time...fuck this korean soap operas.....then OUCH!! fuck again, she gave me too many cuts in my fuckin fingers..... fuck the situation.... fuck the weather..... it was raining cats and dogs as I have my laptop in my bare hands without any protective cover. fuck the network......ive been calling my boyfriend but there is no fucking signal....... fuck the road....got splashed by a big truck while im in a bicycle cab. fuck it!!!! fuck!!!! I stepped on a fuckin dog poo. then Im all fuckin stinky.. got the poo in my funkin newly cleaned toes. Then my boyfriend came online. and guess what? the fuckin ex boyfriend of his came to our scene again. (sigh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are these signs of bad luck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow at 7:00 a.m. I will be flying bound to hongkong then dubai for a conference. but you know what, I havent packed even a single underwear yet. Havent even bought anything for my travel. grrrr I am so mad. I just wanted to shut down for a while then retart again for later. I am so exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808143340667256467-2824273400531818707?l=bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stainedheart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/RyhTzMk1p7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/EVNr-bo910E/s72-c/exhausted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808143340667256467.post-7952199020406029376</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Oct 2007 14:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-25T12:35:12.480-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>relationships</category><title>Im Engaged!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/RydVtck1p3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lwDyUBoK-Qc/s1600-h/ring+bearer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127160940037777266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/RydVtck1p3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lwDyUBoK-Qc/s400/ring+bearer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(tim * i will wait for you * jin)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;click picture for larger view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey dont fret! don't react yet, I'm not done talking yet. These past days had been very difficult for me. In the sense that (a) I will be leaving the country (b) I havent informed my boyfriend about it. (c) my schedule for my departure has been moved to an earlier time. (d) Im not ready to go yet. Since I wanted to spend my holidays here with him (e) I still didn't know when I'll be coming back. (sigh, we gotta work. someone has to pay the bills.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night was a very emotional one for both of us. I had the courage to tell him everything in a very slow, well-explained manner. I think I've told him everything. Then after all the explanation and stuff we ended up so silent. Fuck, fuck, fuck!...Silence fills my room....and on the other side of the line as well. We ended up crying. Life is not fair, isn't it? I guess this is all my fault, right? I could have told him earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, I am so in love with him and no doubt about it. And I'm sure, so does he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then, he spoke out.... his willpower and courage lifted my spirits up. He spoke like a true gentleman. He told me about the virtue of "waiting" and "patience". And he changed my perception about long distance relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning, I recieved a phone call from my boss to pick up my plane tickets from the office. Still yet, I havent had enough sleep, rushed to my laptop to check about where I am going next, then my boyfriend came online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, since we talked about waiting and stuff last night, we decided to have a little arrangement. We made a pact... or shall I say, a PROMISE to be exact. I bought a pair of rings for both of us. Engraved inside was "I will wait for you" with both of our names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, here it is....our &lt;strong&gt;PROMISE RINGS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And as to my boyfriend &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"No matter how far it seems, No matter how tough life can be, Love will lead us back together to share a life called Forever".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Elliott Yamin - Wait For You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="mp3playerlightsmallv3" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="25" width="210" align="middle" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="5556"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="661"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-player/mp3playerlightsmallv3.swf?audioPath=http://www.podbean.com/podcast-blog-embeddable-flash-player-mp3/MjQxMTMvRWxsaW90dFlhbWluLVdhaXRGb3JZb3UubXAz/ElliottYamin-WaitForYou.mp3&amp;amp;autoStart=yes"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-player/mp3playerlightsmallv3.swf?audioPath=http://www.podbean.com/podcast-blog-embeddable-flash-player-mp3/MjQxMTMvRWxsaW90dFlhbWluLVdhaXRGb3JZb3UubXAz/ElliottYamin-WaitForYou.mp3&amp;amp;autoStart=yes"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="NoScale"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value="FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/RyXoJsk1pzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/OQazneVKOdw/s400/10things.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love the way you talk to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you shaved your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your big damn surfboard&lt;br /&gt;When you talk about it, it never really gets me bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your sweetness&lt;br /&gt;Coz its one of my weaknesses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you care&lt;br /&gt;That it reminds me of my teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you smile&lt;br /&gt;It makes me forget everything for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you write&lt;br /&gt;It really shows that youre so bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you sing&lt;br /&gt;It really makes my heart keeps falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you stare&lt;br /&gt;Even if I look horrible you still don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most thing I love about you Is when&lt;br /&gt;I finally heard that you feel the same way too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-HUBBY JIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808143340667256467-8204379727894033811?l=bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bullshitsfuckups.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-hubbys-poem-for-moi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stainedheart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jbaD1FP6lng/RyXoJsk1pzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/OQazneVKOdw/s72-c/10things.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
