<?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-4680246686197575017</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:50:24.991+08:00</updated><category term='heartless'/><category term='JMVECK'/><category term='beginnings'/><category term='Femina'/><category term='sad'/><category term='mr. right'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Zachary Quinto'/><category term='death'/><category term='chocolates'/><category term='fairy tales'/><category term='lee dewyze'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='love life'/><category term='hair-cut'/><category term='bachelorrette'/><category term='stupidity'/><category term='home'/><category term='first post'/><category 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>190</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-7620584320841839827</id><published>2010-07-27T09:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T17:50:26.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginnings'/><title type='text'>kristinecuer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kristinecuer.tk/"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 156px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498396645960745362" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TE46niSwgZI/AAAAAAAADBU/dGN2RBGfGMc/s400/kristinecuer.tk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm transferring (I don't know yet if this is for good) to a new site. I can't access blogger in the office since it's blocked and since 70% of the time I am in the office, it will be hard not to get in touch with my cyber-world so off with a different URL it is. Anway, I imported all of my blogs in my new site, so it's actually more or less the same with this blogger site of mine just with a better background and lay-out though^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 09, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My .tk account went down. It's a problem with the dot.tk site. I think since that .tk site of mine gained popularity they had it as a non-free domain instead. Such a scam. Anyway, I'm working on a new domain. This time, it's a non-free domain site so I'm pretty sure it's not a hoax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait up for kristinecuer.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: 24-48 hours from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow me there again.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-7620584320841839827?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/7620584320841839827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/07/kristinecuertk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/7620584320841839827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/7620584320841839827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/07/kristinecuertk.html' title='kristinecuer'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TE46niSwgZI/AAAAAAAADBU/dGN2RBGfGMc/s72-c/kristinecuer.tk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-4974730414983282574</id><published>2010-07-26T20:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:03:24.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noynoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Dear Mr. President</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TE2Sg-yP1UI/AAAAAAAADBM/HXuzmYVa7WU/s1600/sona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TE2Sg-yP1UI/AAAAAAAADBM/HXuzmYVa7WU/s400/sona.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498211815396463938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not much of a political blogger nor do I have any interest on politics. Although yeah, once in a while I do give my own views and opinions over stuff like this. I don't want to be dub as someone who is apathetic, nor someone who simply rants over her government bulls just because the majority does the same thing. As much as possible, we have to weight things up before taking a side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My country just heard the first ever State of the Nation Address from the President of our new government. I like the fact that President Aquino delivered his speech mostly in our own language for the majority to understand. He mostly talked about the horrors and debts left by the previous administration and promised a clean government under his term, and that we Filipinos can finally dream again. Well, if there's something "negative" I can comment from the President's speech, is there's not much concrete plans yet. All still seems too vague to be accomplished in a 6 year-run, but then maybe, just maybe, since as what he had mentioned, his government is learning from the mistakes of the previous administration, it's still too soon to come up with a plan on how to resolve those problems one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if there's something I would like to tell President Noy directly, I'd probably say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I did not vote for you last May 2010 election. During the campaign period I did not find you competent enough to lead a nation who seems to be broken beyond repair. I thought of you as someone who has nothing else aside from a popular mom and a heroic dad. But then you won and I was left with no other choice but to accept what the majority had decided. After-all  that's what democracy is all about: we have to go with the majority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I hope you will prove me wrong for not choosing you last May election. Yes you are right when you said that last May 10 is a testament to the fact that the Filipino continues to hope for true change. Nobody wants to be drowned in apathy. And I genuinely wish I am wrong with being prejudice over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May you indeed lead this country to a better future. May you make those dreams realities. May you indeed start the change this country needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And 0h yes, please do lead the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-4974730414983282574?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/4974730414983282574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-mr-president.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/4974730414983282574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/4974730414983282574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-mr-president.html' title='Dear Mr. President'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TE2Sg-yP1UI/AAAAAAAADBM/HXuzmYVa7WU/s72-c/sona.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-3710287871191662285</id><published>2010-07-26T14:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T15:32:59.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Inception</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TE05P-jOuHI/AAAAAAAADA8/rabuzhSkOdI/s1600/inception.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498113666740828274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TE05P-jOuHI/AAAAAAAADA8/rabuzhSkOdI/s320/inception.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's probably nothing much I can say/write that you probably haven't read/heard about this movie. After all, a movie this rare is hard to miss. Proof of that, Inception is still an on going trending topic in twitter ever since it's first showing. People around the globe just can't help but join the bandwagon of giving their praise about the movie (though there are of course those who are not that as impress) but the majority is saying the same thing (including me) --- Inception is a great film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well personally, casting Joseph Gordon Levitt in the film is more than enough reason for me to watch. LOL. But I guess what works for this movie is the combination of it's stunning visual effects, comprehensive story-line and amazing cast ensemble. See, I am oozing with adjectives. haha. But again, as a movie-goer, it gets to challenge you to think, to try to understand the complexity of its plot, to comprehend its depth. It's nice to get away from the usual chick-flick/rom-com-kind of movies sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychology 101: Lucid Dreams, dreaming with-in-a-dream. I remember this as one of our topics back in college in our Psyche class about you waking up only to find out that you are still dreaming. Remembered a line from the movie: "Dreams feel real while we're in them. It's only when we wake up that we realize something was actually strange." I guess it's even stranger if you'd find your self in such state. That you keep on dreaming and waking up inside a dream. Pretty scary in a way. Like some unending process, until you come to a certain point of you not knowing what's real and what's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inception though is more than dreaming. The thought of planting an idea to somebody---to make him believe that this is the exact truth is somehow synonymous to brain washing. In inception though, hypnotism is not the key. Plain and simple, you enter that person's mind while he/she is sleeping then rearrange everything from there. True, an idea indeed can transform the world and rewrite all the rules --- you can even bend the rules of physics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is not like the first time a movie tried to mess with our mind. Or a movie tried to make us believe that our mind is definitely a powerful thing. But Christopher Nolan gives us another taste on our movie-platter. At least, we get to do away with the usual book-turned/comics-turned-in to movies. A big risk that definitely paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So Dream big. cause if you don't dream big then what's the use of dreaming?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. --- So yeah, just go ahead, watch it. It'll be another movie experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: ★★★★★&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-3710287871191662285?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/3710287871191662285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/07/inception.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/3710287871191662285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/3710287871191662285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/07/inception.html' title='Inception'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TE05P-jOuHI/AAAAAAAADA8/rabuzhSkOdI/s72-c/inception.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-604965745472874463</id><published>2010-07-23T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T20:51:44.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbreaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>If we were a movie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TEmPJWuW2pI/AAAAAAAADAY/O2EgvSjuWJM/s1600/we.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TEmPJWuW2pI/AAAAAAAADAY/O2EgvSjuWJM/s320/we.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497082211064011410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we were starring in a romantic movie, I would have chosen Southern Son's You were there as our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OST&lt;/span&gt; --- old school yes --- but somehow I can't find a better song than that. Cause though I know that this is a romantic acoustic song --- I still couldn't make it if the guy and the girl ended together basing on the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;If we were starring in a romantic movie, this is how it could have worked: We come in to each other's lives like serendipity --- some fortunate accident, we were both claiming we are not &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1279889036_0"&gt;ready for love&lt;/span&gt; yet --- or make that falling in Love is not first in our priority list. For me, it was mainly because my &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1279889036_1"&gt;first love&lt;/span&gt; did not went well enough-- I was heartbroken, while for you, it was mainly because career was and always first in your list --- no time to squeeze love in your tight and busy schedule. This first commonality first attracted me to you. My friends somehow knew that finally I have set my eyes into someone new and they found a way to  introduce me to you. After some non-ceremonial introductions, we still manage to regard these things as ordinary -- we went back to focusing our attention to our daily routine--to our work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Then one day you snap out of it. You've had enough time of being alone --- and you're finally ready to take a new chapter of your life with someone else. And then you realized through a series of flashbacks of the times that fate somehow shoved us together --- how happy and relax we seem to be in each other's company --- and how the timing seemed too perfect for the two of us. You realize that you too like me as much as I like you. Meanwhile, I lost hope that you will feel the same way, and afraid of another broken-heart, I decided to escape and planned to go back home for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;You drove to the airport to stop me. You ran through traffic. You evaded the security personnel. And just when I'm about to board my flight, you called my name and you told me things I've been waiting and wanting to hear. We hugged --- yeah, even kissed and it felt as if we were the only people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Unfortunately that's not how it worked for us. I had always been smitten with you even before the serendipitous introductions. Even before I admitted to myself that I am finally over my first love. But you didn't snap out of it. You didn't realize that we belong together. You didn't feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;But I don't know. You always somehow manages to get my hopes high, or maybe it's just me who is reading the signs in a wrong way. But you said goodbye before we even had a chance to have a casual conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Goodbye is such a strange idea isn't it?--- What if the person being left behind refuses to accept it or resents being waved goodbye? Is it still a goodbye for good or simply something like let's-just-call-it-a-day-concept?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you left. But of course it wasn't because of anything I said or did, or anything I didn't say or didn't do. That would be so assuming of me. Maybe it wasn't even yours, either. You have to leave and the reason doesn't matter since it will not make much of a difference because I wasn't part of your past or your future anyway--- I was only a part of your present --- and that wasn't enough for you to stay. You never saw me as anything else or anything more. You left because you could and you are leaving because you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;This has really been a long entry I know. Somehow I was thinking that I can't be like this all the time. That when somebody I like did not take a double look over me --- I'd feel rejected / unwanted / forlorn. It makes no sense that I'm always the one picking up the pieces in slow motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;As usual, it's so tempting for me to look into the mirror and to see there's nothing more than a girl who can't get the boy she wants. When I try to evaluate my life, it's hard not to focus on the fact that I'm perpetually a single person for two decades now. It's tempting, it's hard, stupid in a way when I know there's a lot of other people who have worse case than I have and when I know that I am much more than those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; For now, there's nothing for me to think further. I already did what I should have done long before you had said goodbye. Like what my friend said, not everyone can do that. It did not paid off but it was worth a try. Yeah, It was worth it in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-604965745472874463?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/604965745472874463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-we-were-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/604965745472874463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/604965745472874463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-we-were-movie.html' title='If we were a movie.'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TEmPJWuW2pI/AAAAAAAADAY/O2EgvSjuWJM/s72-c/we.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-1126823136355756496</id><published>2010-07-20T07:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T09:48:00.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbreaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginnings'/><title type='text'>50 Things I'm suppose/ I forgot to tell you.</title><content type='html'>1. I'm suppose to be enjoying my rest day. Maybe watch a movie or go shopping not writing this note for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. But I had been on haywire since yesterday --- since I read your email --- and I just need a channel to vent out --- then why not write a blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. After all, I've always thought that blogging is something that we both share --- or make that we both like. Makes me wonder have you ever read any of my blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Speaking of that email, imagine my surprise when I first read the sender's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. And imagine my reaction when I read the message of the mail. --- I had a hard time concentrating on my next 2 calls --- alright make that 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. It really got me thinking why was I included in the list of people you had sent it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And especially the part where my name was last on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I was thinking maybe you were still in doubt whether to include me or not or maybe my name is really just simply last in your address book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Then I thought it doesn't really matter as long as I was included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sorry, it means something to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. It means a lot that I even replied on impulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Now, I'm wondering what could have been your reaction the moment you read my reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. And I'm wondering if you are going to reply to my reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. My email response is suppose to be 2 paragraphs longer --- but I omitted some lines. I tried to keep it short and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I don't want you to think that I am too affected by your decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The truth is --- I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. And I mean it when I said that somehow I regret that we never really had a chance to talk --- despite the number of opportunities we/I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I hate hate hate the awkwardness that we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I've accepted a number of invites thinking you'd be there and maybe we'd end up chatting or something since we're finally outside the work premise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. But it always ends up with you not being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Well, I know that your priorities had always been different from the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. But well again, there's just this thing called "taking chances."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I much rather have Kris Allen, Daniel Radcliffe or Mr. Darcy. But I much rather have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. So yeah I do like you --- like more than a lot actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. In fact I've created 3 blogs for you (this will be the 4th) and I've mentioned you in 11 of my blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. But then there was some time that I tried to deny it and even formulated my Top 10 reasons why I don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I told my friend Abigail about it but she did not believe them. Worse, she simply laugh it off. So I ended up not posting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Like I don't like our one and only picture together --- I look constipated. and the fact that you had it uploaded in one of your social sites makes it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. But I like the way you smiled in that picture. Maybe I am just really a hopeless romantic that I always thought you were smiling for the camera for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Which reminds me I still have two of your smileys that you had given me from our company smile campaign. I had it posted in my wall together with my "Today's Advice" poster. I regard that as a happy thought to keep on smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. So speaking of your smile, I actually like your dimple. I will always remember that elevator incident. I never thought I could make you laugh but I think I did. Although, I really feel stupid that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. So yeah, maybe I still do like you. I am your official online stalker. --- I'm not sure if this is a bad thing. But yeah, I like looking at your profile pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. But going back to your mail, I actually thought that maybe that's your way of saying: "Thank you that you had taken fancy of me but it's time to wake-up, it's over --- move on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. But I also thought that maybe that's your way of saying that you do appreciate my attention and that you do acknowledge my existence when all the while I thought you did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Since I'll never really know your reason I'll stick with number 34.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Now you might be wondering why I opted for 50. No particular reason. I was suppose to make this 100 since the amount of time it takes to get over someone should be at least one third of the time you were together (or in our case, "together"), which means more or less around 10 months --- that makes it more or less 300 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. But then I thought there's really nothing to get over so why will I make it 1/3? I went for 1/2 of 1/3 instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. I like you-- more than a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. I think that's the 3rd time I mentioned it here. I don't know, maybe I just want to set the record straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. I never wanted to use the word love over you --- that's pretty scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. So maybe it's a good thing that we no longer have a chance to work again together --- cause there's a possibility that it might go beyond like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. That line comes to mind again: &lt;em&gt;I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you. Yes there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you.&lt;/em&gt; --- good thing nothing is ever certain. Thank God for possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. I don't know but yeah I will miss seeing those set of jackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. I will miss your messy-obviously-I -just-woke-up-kind-of-hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. I will miss those times that I'd like to think that you're overstaying in the pantry cause I am there too --- eating/ pretending to read the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. I will miss us being teased in the office as if we're an item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. I will miss your stingy smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. I will miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. I wish you happiness and may you finally find your place in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Hope you'll keep in touch. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TETzC6I-K9I/AAAAAAAADAQ/lF5xEElayug/s1600/teddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 78px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495784676591021010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TETzC6I-K9I/AAAAAAAADAQ/lF5xEElayug/s320/teddy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-1126823136355756496?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/1126823136355756496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/07/50-things-im-suppose-i-forgot-to-tell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1126823136355756496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1126823136355756496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/07/50-things-im-suppose-i-forgot-to-tell.html' title='50 Things I&apos;m suppose/ I forgot to tell you.'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TETzC6I-K9I/AAAAAAAADAQ/lF5xEElayug/s72-c/teddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-5656719810742936187</id><published>2010-07-14T06:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T08:40:18.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JMVECK'/><title type='text'>Falling in love with JMVECK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;They say that the yardstick of friendship is not the amount of time you had been together nor how much time you had spent with them, it's how you had spent those days with them. That just like a tree which is not measured on how tall it could be, but instead based on how deep the roots had grown. But if you have that kind of friendship whose roots had grown deeper but had still lasted through the years --- tested through time --- what more could you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I never asked for it. Ironically, I was the type of person who had always had my guard on all the time --- Trust was a hard thing to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe friendship is just like falling in love. You finally get to meet and get to know that particular person who caught your eyes. Sometimes you're too scared to plunge into it. But then that's why they call love as a leap of faith. Cause just like a force of nature that's unpredictable and unstoppable --- you still fall for it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship too is a leap of faith. At least for me that's the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get to have a hundred of acquaintances or even a thousand of them. Totally possible. ---That's more like crushes or flings if we'd talk in the perspective of love. (Maybe that's the major difference between platonic and erotic love. You won't be charged of polygamy for having more than one friend) LOL.--- But there are only a chosen few who can gain your trust and whom you can trust in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in a way for single people like me, we could consider our friends as our love life --- So yeah, I fell in love with a couple of girls. =P I was, I am and will never mind falling in love with them all over again. And they are crazy enough to reciprocate it. And today we're celebrating our 7th year of friendship and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be that lucky in terms of love but I'm blessed with a friendship some people would die for. Maybe I'm exaggerating, maybe I'm not. But if I'd be a maiden for life, (hopefully not. =P), I can still say that I have a set of friends I can grow old with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my JMVECK gang, I love you guys and though we're all living separate lives now, I know we'll be friends through infinity and beyond! (kung si Buzz Lightyear pa.) XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you guys. Come and visit me here some time.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 7th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Lots,&lt;br /&gt;cue/pards/bata/tintin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TD0FbCTkL4I/AAAAAAAAC_4/bDZd1ZGHkIg/s1600/JMVECK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 117px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493553082495414146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TD0FbCTkL4I/AAAAAAAAC_4/bDZd1ZGHkIg/s320/JMVECK.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;noong kami ay bata pa =P&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/07/divine-sisterhood-of-jmveck.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Divine Sisterhood of JMVECK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button" title="data:post.title"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/v2/lg-share-en.gif" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-5656719810742936187?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/5656719810742936187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/07/falling-in-love-with-jmveck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/5656719810742936187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/5656719810742936187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/07/falling-in-love-with-jmveck.html' title='Falling in love with JMVECK.'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TD0FbCTkL4I/AAAAAAAAC_4/bDZd1ZGHkIg/s72-c/JMVECK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-1137778217195649094</id><published>2010-07-13T13:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T07:25:01.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbreaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>I think.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I have a question.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pizza paused mid-air by his sudden change of expression --- he was attempting to look serious. I tried not to laugh. I shrugged it off and continued devouring the biggest slice of pizza I've ever had --- I was too hungry to care after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you like him a lot? And does this guy even have any idea how much you like him?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost choke --- Definitely. I never saw that coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as usual I countered. &lt;em&gt;Wrong question&lt;/em&gt;, I replied. &lt;em&gt;Liked. And I don't know if he has any idea about it&lt;/em&gt;, I continued. As me and my friend talked about other things, the back of my mind is still wondering back to that question about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LikeD. I corrected him right away. Trying to force the issue that the real problem is the lack of letter D from the verb used instead of the more accurate Love. But I never mentioned it. Cause you see, I'd want to properly divide my life into the past, the present and the future. And obviously, I am trying so hard to categorize and make you as simply a part of my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to be like a shadow always following me, always hanging around me, always haunting me every time I attempt to move on. I don't want to hope. I no longer want to be hurt. Because I was, I am...still...and the fact that you have no idea--- much more did not do it in purpose, doesn't cancel it out--- doesn't change anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be in love with you anymore cause the truth is, it's easier for me to deal with you as the one who got away--- since that was your choice after all. Nobody forced you Not to choose me. But I should never allow you to be the one that never left my heart, never left my mind, just because I never even tried to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am better off this way. Alone. No please, don't pity me. The thing is, falling in love and trying to make a certain someone fall in love with you and then trying to stay in love and forcing yourself to fall out of love with someone who will never love you back is much much much more exhausting than being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I guess there are far more worse things than being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TDwAoBhwu4I/AAAAAAAAC_w/U3KOvD-upTA/s1600/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493266333089971074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TDwAoBhwu4I/AAAAAAAAC_w/U3KOvD-upTA/s320/alone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button" title="data:post.title"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/v2/lg-share-en.gif" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-1137778217195649094?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/1137778217195649094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1137778217195649094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1137778217195649094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-think.html' title='I think.'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TDwAoBhwu4I/AAAAAAAAC_w/U3KOvD-upTA/s72-c/alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-2420625082549144931</id><published>2010-07-08T08:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T07:25:14.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cebu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capoe'/><title type='text'>I L♥ve Capoeira</title><content type='html'>I've been under a lot of stress lately. With my company losing our biggest account, me being transferred to a different account, retraining and refresher classes, me being transferred for the first time in the morning shift after 2 years of graveyard shifts, Dad's phone call, CISCO classes --- too many changes, too many things to do --- sometimes I don't know if I simply just have a little free time to spare or if time simply flies too fast for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing that's keeping me sane these days --- something that's making my stressful life less stressful --- my capoeira classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I enrolled myself in some Brazilian martial arts class (just in case you are not familiar with it). I joined the said class just for the fun of it since my office friend Sue seems to be too eager to have her self enrolled. I remember that time when she invited me to join. I said I'll think about it. She replied I should not think about it, I just got to go there and just sign myself up. I thought maybe she's right. I've been over thinking things lately and so maybe I need something that would require me less thinking --- so capoeira class it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am having a blast! I'm done with my first month and I gained a few pounds shortly after cause I got my appetite back. It just feels good to be physically active --- like sweat all I want --- stay healthy --- and yeah learn acrobatics. =P I never thought time will eventually come that I'd get to learn acrobatics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine me doing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TDZiGZvGCCI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/kWTQ3ZEh5ao/s1600/instructor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TDZiGZvGCCI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/kWTQ3ZEh5ao/s320/instructor.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491684657752049698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TDUymNCvl0I/AAAAAAAAC_I/fFKhdvQVTiQ/s1600/Jensen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TDUymNCvl0I/AAAAAAAAC_I/fFKhdvQVTiQ/s320/Jensen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491350952565774146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TDUylp77YgI/AAAAAAAAC_A/01bhDmFkmOA/s1600/capoeira.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TDUylp77YgI/AAAAAAAAC_A/01bhDmFkmOA/s320/capoeira.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491350943141945858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I still can't do those stunts above. Those are shots of my Instructor Jensen by the way. But watch-out---I'll eventually will. =P Can't wait for January. It'll be my capoeira Batizado (baptism). I'd get my first belt. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All work and no play makes Kristine a dull girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for Capoeira. Definitely better than any anti-stress medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button" title="data:post.title"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/v2/lg-share-en.gif" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-2420625082549144931?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/2420625082549144931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-lve-capoeira.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/2420625082549144931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/2420625082549144931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-lve-capoeira.html' title='I L♥ve Capoeira'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TDZiGZvGCCI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/kWTQ3ZEh5ao/s72-c/instructor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-3538899808778897341</id><published>2010-07-03T10:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T18:42:42.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cebu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Doing just fine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TC6zN0hLJkI/AAAAAAAAC-4/eDCmkEg5yoc/s1600/%3D(.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489522045828671042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TC6zN0hLJkI/AAAAAAAAC-4/eDCmkEg5yoc/s320/%3D(.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ought to write about this tomorrow. When I already have enough sleep. When I can say that I am fully calm --- when the reality had already sink in. But then again, it doesn't really matter if I write about it today or tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. After all that's about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't change anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm deeply saddened today. Guess there's no other way to describe it. Plain and simple: I just feel sad. You might be wondering why. After-all if you know me you can hardly see me frown. I remember one time an office mate asked me if I've ever been angry. She said it's hard for her to imagine me in such state. I had taken that as a compliment. At the same time that got me thinking: is this really the real me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't want to talk about that (at least for now). There were just some recent unexpected happenings in the office that made me sad---depressed in away. And though I really can't give out the full details, the gist of the story is, I've lost some office friends along the way. Let's just say that starting today, I will never see some of those familiar faces I've shared my nights and days with for months now and even for some---for almost a year now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact that I was one of those who were "lucky" to be saved first doesn't alleviate the feeling of sadness. Maybe I just got to consider this as one of those "experience-is-what-you-get-when-you-did-not-get-what-you-wanted-lesson". An eye-opener/a reminder to hold on to what you have right now, to cherish it, to take care of it, to nurture it...cause you'll never know, tomorrow you might lost it all: may it be your special friend, a favorite toy, or even your job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I consider myself lucky that I had others experience that for me in order to realize it? Will I consider myself fortunate enough that I'm not of one those who learned the lesson the hard way? Maybe. Maybe not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, there's just really no easy way to compromise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah, me feeling sad doesn't change anything anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, I'll just get by the thought that this too shall pass and that everything ends up fine most of the time anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that for the most part, I am fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button" title="data:post.title"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/v2/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-3538899808778897341?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/3538899808778897341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/07/doing-just-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/3538899808778897341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/3538899808778897341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/07/doing-just-fine.html' title='Doing just fine.'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TC6zN0hLJkI/AAAAAAAAC-4/eDCmkEg5yoc/s72-c/%3D(.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-8163079773234206426</id><published>2010-06-08T17:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T18:43:37.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cebu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Cordova Reef Summer Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TA4WPCOUBPI/AAAAAAAAC9o/Fn4g3nQGYkE/s1600/pool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480342244107224306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TA4WPCOUBPI/AAAAAAAAC9o/Fn4g3nQGYkE/s320/pool.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our 2010 company outing last May 31 at &lt;a href="http://www.cordovareef.com/index1.htm"&gt;Cordova Reef&lt;/a&gt;, located at Mactan Cebu. It was a fun day. I had my first ever banana boat ride and I never ever imagined in my entire existence that I'd find myself floating in the middle of the sea but I did. I don't trust myself much as a swimmer so Thank God for life jackets. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffet food, overflowing ice tea (if only ice tea can get you drunk I could have been drunk that day. lol), henna tattoo and again the highlight of the day is the banana boat ride. I got to ride it twice. wohooo!!! It was really awesome. Wicked! Yes, it was wickedly awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not really in the mood to describe everything in words so let the pictures do the talking.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TA4bE8obfjI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/pIOAXxb-Fro/s1600/Photo-0846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480347568365600306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TA4bE8obfjI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/pIOAXxb-Fro/s320/Photo-0846.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;land trip! wohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TA4bFAUkNpI/AAAAAAAAC-g/NzDdYGKLscE/s1600/Photo-0847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480347569356027538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TA4bFAUkNpI/AAAAAAAAC-g/NzDdYGKLscE/s320/Photo-0847.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;si sup Sue at May.ka-bus-mates.=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TA4bFQyIlHI/AAAAAAAAC-o/r5vUApchPe0/s1600/Photo-0852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480347573775012978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TA4bFQyIlHI/AAAAAAAAC-o/r5vUApchPe0/s320/Photo-0852.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nakarating din. syempre, picture agad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TA4Yt1EPrhI/AAAAAAAAC9w/-3ggB9yOBbk/s1600/banana+boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480344972174536210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TA4Yt1EPrhI/AAAAAAAAC9w/-3ggB9yOBbk/s320/banana+boat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;banana boat ride! ba't ba kasi ang layo ng shot. -_-&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TA4YuNrcwBI/AAAAAAAAC94/7fpBbHf1T7U/s1600/floating+floating.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480344978781421586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TA4YuNrcwBI/AAAAAAAAC94/7fpBbHf1T7U/s320/floating+floating.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;silent prayer: buti nga walang shark.=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TA4YvMDM6JI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/ZqAUpKj-HTI/s1600/ako.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480344995524044946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TA4YvMDM6JI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/ZqAUpKj-HTI/s320/ako.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kung walang life jacket ewan ko na lang sayo.=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TA4cHEABHhI/AAAAAAAAC-w/NyunJGXGtK8/s1600/henna.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480348704214949394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TA4cHEABHhI/AAAAAAAAC-w/NyunJGXGtK8/s320/henna.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;henna raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TA4Yu1GNH-I/AAAAAAAAC-I/fc0ZPQzA1UM/s1600/me,+ossi,+and+justin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480344989362626530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TA4Yu1GNH-I/AAAAAAAAC-I/fc0ZPQzA1UM/s320/me,+ossi,+and+justin.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Ossi, and Justin. Uwian na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TA4YuvM3ikI/AAAAAAAAC-A/ngxDXg92TSM/s1600/me+ug+polly.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480344987779959362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TA4YuvM3ikI/AAAAAAAAC-A/ngxDXg92TSM/s320/me+ug+polly.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Polly. Uwian na talaga! good thing no sunburn for me^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is officially over. Have to wait for another year again before we could experience this season again. Well, I never had any summer fling or summer love. I don't know why all of the sudden I mentioned that. haha. But at least even just one time I get to feel what it's like to feel the summer heat in the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't consider myself as a beach bum but it's definitely nice to spend some quality time with nature from time to time. Especially if everything is for free.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button" title="data:post.title"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/v2/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-8163079773234206426?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/8163079773234206426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/06/cordova-reef-summer-outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/8163079773234206426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/8163079773234206426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/06/cordova-reef-summer-outing.html' title='Cordova Reef Summer Outing'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TA4WPCOUBPI/AAAAAAAAC9o/Fn4g3nQGYkE/s72-c/pool.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-4044916187791776395</id><published>2010-06-02T19:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T18:44:21.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginnings'/><title type='text'>Twenty-two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TAZUqhjFULI/AAAAAAAAC9I/AIueRKYdfhs/s1600/cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478159086279545010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TAZUqhjFULI/AAAAAAAAC9I/AIueRKYdfhs/s320/cupcake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How will you spend the day before your birthday? Maybe for most of us, we'd only regard it as another ordinary day. After all, what's worth celebrating about this day? It's like the death of your current age. Maybe one would even wallow and grieve especially for those who just hate getting old. Or maybe again for most of us, we'd just continue with our mundane life as if nothing is about to end. Maybe that's the right attitude: avoid the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I am not one those "most of us". Cause here I am actually, writing about this kind of day: my last day as a 22-year old girl. Funny, I stopped for a minute and argued within myself whether I'd go for girl or woman. That reminded me of a Britney song. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I haven't really made anything extraordinary today. I was actually hoping I could do something extreme like some edge-coaster ride or bungee jumping or some zip-line experience maybe. Or something that I could do that would give me valid reason to shout on top of my lungs then I'd go on laughing out loud till I cry due to excitement, fear and sadness at the same time. Maybe then I'd get to release all of my life's sentimentality. Then maybe after that I could just simply grab a cup of coffee, sit in the corner of my favorite coffee shop and relive that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the extreme-part is totally not possible of course (or just maybe I simply have cold feet). So I opted for the coffee part. I went to my favorite coffee shop wearing this tattered old jeans, old faded tees and old black slippers. Funny how my old garments makes me feel so young. And I really didn't care if I was with a company of fashionable-corporate-looking customers. I was holding my journal when I ordered my coffee then Mr. Barista asked if my classmates will be joining me in a bit. It took me a full minute to fully comprehend the question before I responded that No, I am alone for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. The outfit and the notebook have done their part VERY well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe that barista guy is simply not accustomed with "students" spending their afternoon chitchats alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, although I could say that I do love the company of my family and friends, I'd always love to take some time out alone. Completely alone. Like dine out or watch movie alone. Whatever. No-one left to act normal for. No need to hide who I really am. It's definitely… freeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those instances like now that I wish I could just sleep all day, and forget the world that exists outside of my slumber. Then just dream about what life could have been or what life can actually bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I'd try to look back and see the story of my life flash before me then I'd realize I haven't really lived life yet in its entirety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all I'm only 22. Ok. Almost 23 now. And when I look myself in the mirror I'd asked myself what have you become? And naturally, I’ll ask more questions that I really don’t want to know the answers to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, ignorance, really, is bliss. Denial then is healthier than I had ever assumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. Sorry, I think the last 5 paragraphs are out of the topic. Anyway, like what I have said, I am just another drama-queen tonight. But yeah, I am just thankful for this life. I thank God that I have more blessings more than downfalls. I thank God that I have more friends more than enemies. And I thank God that I have more love to give more than to hate. And that if I am to relive my last 22 years, I'd still choose to live with the people who loves me and with the haters who had made me strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so in behalf of my young-haywired-mind, my crazy-heart speaks tonight.. and it's saying thanks and I LOVE YOU. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button" title="data:post.title"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/v2/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-4044916187791776395?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/4044916187791776395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/06/twenty-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/4044916187791776395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/4044916187791776395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/06/twenty-two.html' title='Twenty-two.'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TAZUqhjFULI/AAAAAAAAC9I/AIueRKYdfhs/s72-c/cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-9049944723586764226</id><published>2010-06-01T16:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T17:07:52.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginnings'/><title type='text'>Hello June.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TATLxQ4OG2I/AAAAAAAAC54/qjLc8i0hHBI/s1600/sands+of+time.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477727093994167138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TATLxQ4OG2I/AAAAAAAAC54/qjLc8i0hHBI/s320/sands+of+time.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day of June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marks the end of summer and start of the rainy season and classes for students. Well, I don't know if it's a good thing that I could no longer relate for the latter but I remember writing an article about this month in one of my old blog sites. As to how this month had always been special for me. Not only because I dreamt of becoming a June bride and neither because I love walking in the rain or because I liked school. But because this month significe another digit in my years of living in this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Prince of Persia and the Sands of Time today and I like it. If only there's really such dagger and sand that could make it possible to go back in a certain time so you can undo all the things that have gone wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also reminds me of the song that had been playing in my mind for the last hour: "Can we pretend that airplanes are like shooting stars in the night sky... I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'd wish for that moment when things are still so simple. Sometimes, I wish I could relive my childhood...when my only problem is someone will knock my ice cream down and mom won't let me watch TV...when ignorance is such a bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I could really use a wish right now, wish right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button" title="data:post.title" url="data:post.url"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/v2/lg-share-en.gif" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/250/addthis_widget.js#username=xa-4bfcb16c4a4840c2"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-9049944723586764226?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/9049944723586764226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-june.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/9049944723586764226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/9049944723586764226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-june.html' title='Hello June.'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/TATLxQ4OG2I/AAAAAAAAC54/qjLc8i0hHBI/s72-c/sands+of+time.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-2900886154513680747</id><published>2010-05-27T13:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T14:02:01.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cebu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lee dewyze'/><title type='text'>To all Be[Lee]vers, it's a Beautiful Day^_^</title><content type='html'>Wohoooo!!!! What more can I say?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Congratulations to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lee DeWyze&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;for Winning the American Idol Season 9!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S_4B-bdxI7I/AAAAAAAAC5U/So6CXKbZAgw/s1600/lee+dewyze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475816368965231538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S_4B-bdxI7I/AAAAAAAAC5U/So6CXKbZAgw/s320/lee+dewyze.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;answered prayer!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely an amazing journey. And I am so glad I get to watched it in the big screen! Thanks to Greenwich Pizza and Star World for making it possible. A lot of freebies, food and photo sessions! And the best thing about it, everything was for free!!! Real COOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S_4B_bVVd9I/AAAAAAAAC5k/6qLoGvxGZF8/s1600/me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475816386109732818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S_4B_bVVd9I/AAAAAAAAC5k/6qLoGvxGZF8/s320/me.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;I also have my Golden Ticket!XD&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S_4B--2ybzI/AAAAAAAAC5c/QKcbc2nFELk/s1600/me+and+gem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475816378465414962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S_4B--2ybzI/AAAAAAAAC5c/QKcbc2nFELk/s320/me+and+gem.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We are going to Hollywood!=P&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayyyyy...still so surreal. Just like Lee's first single, This is such a Beautiful Day indeed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S_4B-OyemYI/AAAAAAAAC5M/oL-jFS9NVkY/s1600/beautiful+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475816365562435970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S_4B-OyemYI/AAAAAAAAC5M/oL-jFS9NVkY/s320/beautiful+day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leedewyzeofficial.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lee Dewyze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button" title="data:post.title" url="data:post.url"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/v2/lg-share-en.gif" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/250/addthis_widget.js#username=xa-4bfcb16c4a4840c2"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-2900886154513680747?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/2900886154513680747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-all-beleevers-its-beautiful-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/2900886154513680747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/2900886154513680747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-all-beleevers-its-beautiful-day.html' title='To all Be[Lee]vers, it&apos;s a Beautiful Day^_^'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S_4B-bdxI7I/AAAAAAAAC5U/So6CXKbZAgw/s72-c/lee+dewyze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-1809890498089685878</id><published>2010-05-26T19:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T19:12:00.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lee dewyze'/><title type='text'>be[LEE]ve. Lee DeWyze FTW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S_ziFvZ5qUI/AAAAAAAAC5E/KIaqWGbGdsY/s1600/lee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475499835228006722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S_ziFvZ5qUI/AAAAAAAAC5E/KIaqWGbGdsY/s320/lee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the final performance is over (and though I must admit that tonight's performance of Lee is not his best), I am still rooting for him. After all, after watching AI for 9 seasons now, we all know pretty well that the final 2 performance is not much of a guarantee for the AI title. Take for instance what happened during David Cook and Kris Allen's season. And I am hoping Lee's fate would be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind another guitar-playing-white-guy to win for the 3rd time. And I would say that Lee's performance of Hallelujah during the top 3 performance is much like Kris Allen's Heartless which had sealed his seat for the top 2 and eventually for the title. If it's not too much to ask, history will repeat itself tomorrow. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am excited because I'd be watching it on the big screen. Yes, you read it right ON THE BIG SCREEN. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Greenwich&lt;/span&gt; Pizza for the upcoming oppurtunity. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are still in doubt if Lee does deserve to be given the title, watch this Video. It's one of my favorite Idol moment ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qFIVs40RR5k&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qFIVs40RR5k&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="320" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a expr:addthis:title='data:post.title' expr:addthis:url='data:post.url' class='addthis_button'&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/v2/lg-share-en.gif" width="125" height="16" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/250/addthis_widget.js#username=xa-4bfcb16c4a4840c2"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-1809890498089685878?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/1809890498089685878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/05/beleeve-lee-dewyze-ftw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1809890498089685878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1809890498089685878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/05/beleeve-lee-dewyze-ftw.html' title='be[LEE]ve. Lee DeWyze FTW!'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S_ziFvZ5qUI/AAAAAAAAC5E/KIaqWGbGdsY/s72-c/lee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-2601647829143555195</id><published>2010-05-26T16:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T16:40:45.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><title type='text'>A new me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S_zasj1WxwI/AAAAAAAAC48/Ggl7Y5U3SiE/s1600/Little-Black-Dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S_zasj1WxwI/AAAAAAAAC48/Ggl7Y5U3SiE/s320/Little-Black-Dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475491706043811586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out for some shopping to day. It's my rest day and since I am pretty much bored gawking at my Cisco review material I decided to go out and grab something to eat that instead turned out to be a little shopping experience. Let myself indulge for some personal vanities. I bought myself some short board short (lol, hope that's not redundant). You see, we'd be having our company outing this coming Sunday and Monday so I'm trying to get ready for it. I also bought myself a pair of two piece swim wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Haha. kidding. =P But who knows, still got time to decide whether I'd go swimming or not.XD haha. Such a girly stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about girly stuffs, an office mate asked me straight out if I finally have a boyfriend. The answer is a big NO of course. She said she thought I already have one cause I was wearing this tight-fitting black jeans, blouse and a pair of sandals. Just let me say this once, ehem: she said I'm pretty and sexy. LOL. OK. I'll leave it at that. I'll set aside my bravado from here on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come to think about it, I think it's just a natural reaction of other people to see me in a different kind of outfit. Take for instance the other night. I decided to go for work wearing this little black dress and I did not intend to create a little commotion but I guess I did. Common questions/reactions includes: What's wrong with you? What have you eaten? Did you came from a date? Do you have a date right after work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Crazy questions. I'd just laugh out loud and tell them that I am still in a non-sober state so that's why I thought of this crazy idea. And you don't actually need to have a boyfriend to actually look good. And I'd jokingly add that I'm already 22 (almost 23 now) and definitely needs some change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, it definitely feels good to look good and feel good inside-out. I still don't think I am now fashionable. Blue jeans, tees and rubber shoes are still the best for me and they will forever be my fashion sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just find it amusing to surprise people and prove them wrong that I could actually wear this dress or walk naturally with heels. It's really really amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think somebody from the office has a crush on me. LOL. OK OK. I'll leave it at that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm feeling real good today. It really helps to have a long good night sleep. Not to mention my dream. But that would be a different story. Yeah maybe a different blog entry.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="data:post.title" url="data:post.url" class="addthis_button"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/v2/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" height="16" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/250/addthis_widget.js#username=xa-4bfcb16c4a4840c2"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-2601647829143555195?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/2601647829143555195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/2601647829143555195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/2601647829143555195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-me.html' title='A new me?'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S_zasj1WxwI/AAAAAAAAC48/Ggl7Y5U3SiE/s72-c/Little-Black-Dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-2531082498801504464</id><published>2010-05-25T15:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T16:03:47.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbreaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cebu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Kwentong GPS: Get the Party Started</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S_zMiW1j-gI/AAAAAAAAC40/XLz04XkcslM/s1600/gps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S_zMiW1j-gI/AAAAAAAAC40/XLz04XkcslM/s320/gps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475476137593534978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had 6 bottles of GPS in take in just a week time. Although it's not really an everyday habit like I'd have a bottle today, then skip it tomorrow, then have 4 bottles the next day, skip it again and another one the next next day. I don't know how many bottles of liquor one should drink before you'd tag him/her as a drunkard. But I think I am becoming one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously thinking about it, what's really happening to me? I mean, definitely, this is not me.  But yeah, maybe that's the new me: The Drunkard in the making. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah. Sorry, I'm trying to be serious here but anyway, I think there's nothing remotely wrong with drinking as long as it's moderate and you won't skip work, or that you won't spend your entire budget to that perk. And most especially, as long as you are with the people you trust. In my case back here in Cebu, there are only 2 instances that I'd dare myself to grab a bottle of liquor. One, if I'm with Mark---my brother's best friend/my classmate/my-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tagalog&lt;/span&gt;-movie-watching-buddy. And Two, if I'm with Sue---my supervisor/ fellow single, smart, sexy and successful lady (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SSSSL&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I come to think about it, I can honestly say that my non-blogging days is not just because I'm busy at work (I still am) but because I've found some way to somehow spend my free time with other people. Although I still do occasionally watch movies alone, dine out alone or go malling alone. I think some quality time alone is something we all need and personally hard for me to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In vino &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;veritas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In wine there's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow that's my logic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I chug down a bottle of GPS although technically of course that's not a wine. That maybe under the influence of alcohol I might as well blurt it all out then blame my non-sober state for saying such things. But yeah, maybe that's just me. That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; I feel like my world's already spinning and going round and round I still will not entirely talk about it. Guess we just have our own way of being boozed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder: What would you do if I'm drunk and you're the reason for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cause&lt;/span&gt; if there's any confession I would make for such muddled state that would be a broken promise to myself that I will never drink because of a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="data:post.title" url="data:post.url" class="addthis_button"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/v2/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" height="16" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/250/addthis_widget.js#username=xa-4bfcb16c4a4840c2"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-2531082498801504464?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/2531082498801504464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/05/kwentong-gps-get-party-started.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/2531082498801504464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/2531082498801504464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/05/kwentong-gps-get-party-started.html' title='Kwentong GPS: Get the Party Started'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S_zMiW1j-gI/AAAAAAAAC40/XLz04XkcslM/s72-c/gps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-1791753729310936277</id><published>2010-05-12T14:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T15:13:44.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Politicking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S_zCtgFGhyI/AAAAAAAAC4s/AavyQi8IKBE/s1600/election.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S_zCtgFGhyI/AAAAAAAAC4s/AavyQi8IKBE/s320/election.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475465333936916258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came from two root words: Poly and Ticks. Poly meaning many and Ticks meaning blood sucking insects. Ticks are considered as parasites. They live longer at the expense of their hosts. Who ever thought of coining the word politics might have thought of the same way. After all, we can more or less compare most of our politicians to this kind of pest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In totality: Politics for me then means: That's a lot of parasites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first ever automated election that our country ever had. It's pretty amazing. Although, if there's something I can complain, I fall in line longer than I did 3 years ago. But the agony of waiting for the election results is definitely shorter than the last elections this country had. It took only more or less 24 hours for us to know who will most likely lead this country for the next 3 or 6 years. It only took 24 hours to know that though the mode of election of this country had changed, the mentality of its people still remain stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The election results is disappointing. And yes that's because of course most of the people I've voted did not make it. You can say I am a bitter but it's really frustrating to see the names of those people who obviously simply won because of popularity and not because they are competent enough to do the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what's really frustrating me? Is seeing the name of that person we all had condemned because of corruption going head to head for the race for Presidency. Are we Pinoy really this forgiving? Voting for somebody (again) who had been convicted of Plunder? It's really true then, we are the most forgiving people. Or maybe I'm wrong. We can change that then to the most forgetful people. Or maybe we are just simply say we are just plain stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At tingnan mo yung senado, may plano atang gumawa ng Action movie: Bong Revilla, Jinngoy Estrada and Lito Lapid?!?!?! WTF!!!!!! we can add Tito Sotto on the list as well pwede na silang gumawa ng isang corny na pinoy movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's the thing about democracy, we have to go with the majority. We just got to respect what most people think is good for this country. Or maybe we can just give these new leaders some benefit of the doubt. Let's give them a chance to prove their worth. And I genuinely wish I am wrong with being prejudice over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know... I just can't help but wonder when will this country finally grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will we ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="data:post.title" url="data:post.url" class="addthis_button"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/v2/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" height="16" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/250/addthis_widget.js#username=xa-4bfcb16c4a4840c2"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-1791753729310936277?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/1791753729310936277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/05/politicking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1791753729310936277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1791753729310936277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/05/politicking.html' title='Politicking'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S_zCtgFGhyI/AAAAAAAAC4s/AavyQi8IKBE/s72-c/election.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-2838653801077730363</id><published>2010-05-09T19:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T14:05:12.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Just my luck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S_y6CPJhVUI/AAAAAAAAC4k/ULwo8U3RdKY/s1600/ceres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S_y6CPJhVUI/AAAAAAAAC4k/ULwo8U3RdKY/s320/ceres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475455794564650306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back is aching from sitting all day. I lack sleep or make that I haven't really slept at all. This suppose to be 7-8 hour trip was extended to 11 hours. The heat was excruciating. I longed for bed. For my weary eyes to close. But I wasted 3 hours of my life before I finally saw the fairy-boat. I overheard a guy saying that there was an engine trouble. Of all days of the week, of all occasions, it happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Buy a plane ticket as early as possible if you're planning to go home. It can save you time, energy and sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the office, whenever someone will ask me why I'm going home this weekend, my usual response was, I'm going home for election. Of course there's truth in it. This right to suffrage only comes once every three years and of course I want to exercise it. But more than that reason, I know I badly needed rest. Like a total withdrawal from work. I have to take time to find some way to relax and to at least cool my head down and find genuine happiness. Don't get me wrong. Of course I am happy at work. It's just that I've been so into it that I sometimes dream of it or wake up and it's the very first thought the enters my mind. I think that's a manifestation that I do love my work. LOL. I mean, just like when you love this person, he's the last thought before you go to sleep and your first when you woke up. LOL. But in reality of course, that could only mean one thing: STRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I thought I badly need to find some way to put a smile on that face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And election time is such a great escape to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'll try not to think of the pending cases, of the 2 beefy books that I have to study, of the upcoming quiz this Saturday. I'll try not to think of my crush. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, it's just so good to be back.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="data:post.title" url="data:post.url" class="addthis_button"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/v2/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" height="16" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/250/addthis_widget.js#username=xa-4bfcb16c4a4840c2"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-2838653801077730363?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/2838653801077730363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-my-luck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/2838653801077730363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/2838653801077730363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-my-luck.html' title='Just my luck.'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S_y6CPJhVUI/AAAAAAAAC4k/ULwo8U3RdKY/s72-c/ceres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-4154173012232353104</id><published>2010-04-29T16:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T13:30:24.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unsent letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Dear John</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S9lTwwo9fiI/AAAAAAAAC3U/gOZKxvfOwMw/s1600/dear+john.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S9lTwwo9fiI/AAAAAAAAC3U/gOZKxvfOwMw/s320/dear+john.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465491719946337826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a believer of long distance relationship. Meaning, I do believe that it's totally possible for two individuals to nurture and make a relationship work although they are literally thousand of miles apart. I'm a believer cause I have my mom and dad as living example. I've been a witness of such kind of relationship for more than 22 years now. I would say, it takes more than love for a relationship such as that to actually work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, I'm not going to write about my parents love story. lol. Not for one bit. It's just a premise of this suppose to be movie review of Dear John that was put on hold for a such a long time now.  The story of course obviously is pretty much about that kind of situation --- a long distance love affair. How long can you wait for the one you love to actually come back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't talk much about the movie though. To put it straight on, Channing Tatum is the only reason why this movie is worth watching. But aside from that, just don't expect anything much from it. I've read the book and I'm afraid that I have to add this to my list of "Great books, Bad movie adaptation: the living proofs that Hollywood can ruin your favorite novel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said I think I just got to stick more with the first topic I mentioned: Long Distance Love Affair. lol. Really, Pardon me if you think I am going nuts that I keep on laughing while actually writing a suppose to be melancholic, melodramatic topic. I just can't help remembering something/someone. But anyway, snap back to reality, I think this is one of the most discussed topics of all times. And I have found everything ever written about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; to be true. It can work. But for most people it just didn't. But again: it can work cause of course &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it &lt;/span&gt;requires hard work. Well, I guess, modern technology had taken a great part and had helped out a lot of people who are stuck in this kind of situation. Internet, telephones and even snail mail turns priority mail are there for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Waiting and Patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go again. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that waiting for that particular someone is like waiting for your turn in a doctor's clinic. You're the patient of course and you are waiting for a doctor to examine you. You enter the clinic. The doctor's attendant smiles at you (or they don't -_-).  Gives you a form to fill up. Takes your body weight and height. And for some clinic they give you a number then you sat down in one of those long bench together with the other patients with nothing to look at but the Doctor's Awards and Certificates that were all hanged in the wall for the patients to know that their specialist is a-"somebody", a couple of used magazines in the stand and a big-as-in-BIG wall clock directly facing you. Something to constantly reminds you what time is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tik Tok. Tik Tok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how long you had been sitting there waiting for your turn to finally come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some, the moment they stepped in the doctor's office, they were lucky enough to get examined right away. Maybe they had made early appointments, or maybe their cases are really in dire need of immediate attention. As for you, you just stayed in there, waiting patiently with the other patients who seemed to have the same fate as you. Sometimes you get to doze off. And sometimes, you felt as if you're just in a dream. A dream so good enough it makes you don't wanna wake up cause you know you'll be back to the waiting part again the moment you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder, patient is defined as bearing or enduring pain, difficulty, provocation, or annoyance with calmness. Or you can also regard that as a person who needs medical attention, care, or treatment. Either way, it doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you had both waited to actually find each other right? So right now that some instances simply made it impossible for both of you to be together, why not keep on waiting?  To make it happen, you got to take risks &amp;amp; hope for the best. It doesn't really matter which part of the world you are in right now: Iraq, Canada, United Kingdom or Jeddah. =P Sometimes, you just got to be contented with whatever communication you both had as long as it stays. As long as it keeps you both connected. That you'd think that for the briefest instant, it almost feels like you are together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all you can just say is: Been there, done that.. and yah I miss it.. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a expr:addthis:title='data:post.title' expr:addthis:url='data:post.url' class='addthis_button'&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/v2/lg-share-en.gif" width="125" height="16" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/250/addthis_widget.js#username=xa-4bfcb16c4a4840c2"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-4154173012232353104?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/4154173012232353104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-john.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/4154173012232353104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/4154173012232353104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-john.html' title='Dear John'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S9lTwwo9fiI/AAAAAAAAC3U/gOZKxvfOwMw/s72-c/dear+john.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-8678838432996924438</id><published>2010-04-29T15:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T16:04:49.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Siobhan Magnus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Bye Siobhan. T_T</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S9k9B-6rikI/AAAAAAAAC3M/cs79TDWTt1c/s1600/siobhan+magnus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S9k9B-6rikI/AAAAAAAAC3M/cs79TDWTt1c/s320/siobhan+magnus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465466727069092418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had been one of my favorites for this season. Or make that the only one among the girls that I actually rooted for. And it's sad that she got eliminated. Such a SHOCKER! But then again, if you had been watching AI since season one you'll know pretty well that anything can happen. At least we still got Lee. If Lee will be eliminated, then I could honestly really say that it's really high time for American Idol to take some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least again we can say that she got voted off not because she had an awful performance. Her performance last night was definitely one of her best. And I got her Any Man of Mine studio version on my playlist now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siobhan Magnus. Such an awesome girl with an interesting, one of a kind personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S9k4z8-BJGI/AAAAAAAAC3E/d3A2YWL3aAY/s1600/siobhan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S9k4z8-BJGI/AAAAAAAAC3E/d3A2YWL3aAY/s320/siobhan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465462087981540450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will personally miss you on AI. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-8678838432996924438?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/8678838432996924438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/04/bye-siobhan-tt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/8678838432996924438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/8678838432996924438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/04/bye-siobhan-tt.html' title='Bye Siobhan. T_T'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S9k9B-6rikI/AAAAAAAAC3M/cs79TDWTt1c/s72-c/siobhan+magnus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-8890816290528091181</id><published>2010-04-28T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T20:21:15.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lee dewyze'/><title type='text'>Lee DeWyze</title><content type='html'>When Alex was booted out of the competition I thought this AI's season is a goner. But thank to this guy, he changed my mind. Two words: Dark Horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his version of You're Still the One tonight just make me wanna swoon all over him and yeah...makes me wanna fall in love.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S9gmqVDVFXI/AAAAAAAAC28/kPSK9ebUkLM/s1600/lee.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S9gmqVDVFXI/AAAAAAAAC28/kPSK9ebUkLM/s320/lee.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465160656461567346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like what Ellen said: You couldn't look cuter. ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  Lee DeWyze, FTW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-8890816290528091181?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/8890816290528091181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/04/lee-dewyze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/8890816290528091181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/8890816290528091181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/04/lee-dewyze.html' title='Lee DeWyze'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S9gmqVDVFXI/AAAAAAAAC28/kPSK9ebUkLM/s72-c/lee.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-627340087624579959</id><published>2010-04-28T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T11:54:22.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cebu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginnings'/><title type='text'>So what now?</title><content type='html'>This part of my life... This part right here... This part is called "Blog like there's no tomorrow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is really is it. The "there's a lot of catching up to do"-part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I've finally summon my knack for blogging and a couple of topics in my mind to actually sit down in front of the computer and type it all away and anyway, rest day is here to stay. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;...I'm just in some mood for some rhymes today. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. First stop: My 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; year stay here in Cebu. I was suppose to write about this back in April 4 cause that's the day that I had landed and tried my luck here in Cebu. But obviously I was not able to. And anyway, I'm just feeling nostalgic and a little awed by how far I was able to go and how in the world I was able to get through the last 2 years of my oh-so-again-predictable-life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the first time I got here.  I had only brought a couple of tees and jeans and undies, a blanket and a handful of books. The plane only allowed 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kilos&lt;/span&gt; maximum check-in baggage so mom said it would be better if I'll just buy more personal needs in here. I was like a scared little kitten crying every night wishing mom would  actually fetch me any time. Of course that did not happen. And somehow  if I'd think about it now, I could silently thank mom about that. She  had given me trust more than I had asked for. Independence I learned comes with responsibility. It's a pretty scary gift. It can ruin you in the process if you don't know how to use it. And I'd like to think that my parents had brought me well enough to actually know the difference between right and wrong. I won't say that I've done all the right things back here. I have lots of regrets and a lot of I wish I did not do that. But in the end there's still a lot of things to actually thank for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my second year of stay here in Cebu. So what now? I had this crazy notion that most things have expiration dates. Like having a crush on someone or loving someone lasts only until its second year. I think I got that from one of the shows I had seen somewhere but I can no longer remember what though. It posted this idea that if you somehow get through that 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; year, it would only mean one thing: you are in trouble of making that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for life&lt;/span&gt;. Of course I can not honestly admit that I agree with that idea 100%. I just find it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cute?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, it's my second year here in Cebu and with that principle above, that means I am overstaying. But yeah I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S9eu_5w_zxI/AAAAAAAAC20/kv2eE5z6WG8/s1600/love+cebu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S9eu_5w_zxI/AAAAAAAAC20/kv2eE5z6WG8/s320/love+cebu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465029085698707218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-627340087624579959?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/627340087624579959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-what-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/627340087624579959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/627340087624579959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-what-now.html' title='So what now?'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S9eu_5w_zxI/AAAAAAAAC20/kv2eE5z6WG8/s72-c/love+cebu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-6669066763110088993</id><published>2010-04-27T18:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:32:23.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><title type='text'>Finally, Rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S9bJnya9TpI/AAAAAAAAC10/bJvpfHkHeDs/s1600/summer+rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S9bJnya9TpI/AAAAAAAAC10/bJvpfHkHeDs/s320/summer+rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464776883247599250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if there's a word that is somehow synonymous with summer, that would be: heat. And lately I've been taking in liters and gallons of fluids to quench my thirst. Have you ever had that feeling that you know you are thirsty but no matter how many glasses of water you had drunk you still feel thirsty and that you simply ended up feeling bloated as well? It's pretty crazy. I normally feel that these past weeks. Might be because of the summer heat. I always feel parched.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Oh sorry, I am like quoting my own words from one of my posts.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not today. Cause finally, after a long time --- it rained. We really can't say that this is the first summer rain. But still, I love it!  I remembered it rained a few times during the first days  of summer. But today, I take it all in as if it’s the first time I’ve ever seen it happen. If you'd ask me, it’s the most beautiful part of the summertime: for rain to finally come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me again. I am just glad that I could finally change&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; let it &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it rained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can say the same thing with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That finally,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it &lt;/span&gt;happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-6669066763110088993?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/6669066763110088993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/04/finally-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/6669066763110088993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/6669066763110088993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/04/finally-rain.html' title='Finally, Rain.'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S9bJnya9TpI/AAAAAAAAC10/bJvpfHkHeDs/s72-c/summer+rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-2895727944278343694</id><published>2010-04-21T18:04:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:42:27.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JMVECK'/><title type='text'>Dave</title><content type='html'>This might not be the best way to kick off the start of the 2nd year of this blog site --- talking about someone else instead of the blogger's life. More or less gossiping about other people's life --- after all, that's what you call it if you'd talk about other people with-out them knowing it, may it be something good or bad about them, it's nonetheless called the same thing --- gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I'm just in the mood to talk about Mardave/Dave/Mardave/Dave or yah you can add Grace or Tata but people know her better as Dave. Unlike the rest of us in our group who have our own nicknames aside from our real names, she preferred not to have any. So yah, you can say that she's downright straight forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the sudden urge to write about her? Let's say that it's her special day today and for my benefit as well, I'd like to remember how the heck did I manage to survive having her as my friend. lol. Yah, you got it right. Let start with her sounding more like a villain. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me think of 24 things that would first come to my mind or things that you ought to know about her (if you want to):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suplada.&lt;/span&gt; That's the usual first impression. Might be because of her Chinese  eyes and the way she stares at people and her I-don't-think-your-joke-is-funny-at-all kind of look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. And that makes her the most misunderstood among the group cause first impression lasts for most people. With-out her knowledge she had acquired a couple of enemy. But I must say those are just a-by-product of envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Well we really can't blame them 'cause she got both beauty and brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. And again I am not telling that cause of the premise again that birds with the same feather flock together (although that doesn't sound wrong at all =p) but because that's the truth. She is now a certified licensed engineer and a number of guys lining up to woe her heart. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let's get a little more serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Kuripot. We can blame her Chinese blood again. And yeah I am not trying to be a racist. Just stereotyping. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Manyak. I'm not laughing at this. I am cringing at the memory of the times that she'd get possessed and all of the sudden she'd just hug and kiss you and all. Partner ni tots sa mga panahong ito. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Mahilig sa Bananacue. At dahil sa bananacue may lalaking lumuha, nasaktan at nagdusa. *no further explanation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Silence of the lambs. Kung gusto mo ng katahimikan, make her your company. Pwede kayong magsama ng hindi nag-uusap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Just don't have her start the spark of the conversation. Dahil kapag nag-kaganon, mahirap na yang patahimikin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Especially if she will initiate the joke. I mean, you'll never really know that she's already joking. So that will definitely make you a little confuse. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. gifted in predicting that a teacher will be absent. If the teacher is absent, she's absent too. Till now I still don't know how did she does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Loves music/singing but Singing loving her is a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. She's one of the few who's opinion I value cause I know that she's not saying those words for the thought of comforting me but because those are the truths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. She's closest to me among our group. Too close that those guys who like her even thought that there's something going on between us like something "romantic". Like we had turned lesbo. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. But you can't blame them, she had her I-don't-care-about-fashion-and-I-don't-care-if-I-look-like-a-guy-phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. But she's one of those who appears simplest everyday but if she wants to she can turn in to a beautiful swan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. So she finally found the right guy ---- pang MMK ang lovestory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you have a grudge over her, it's easy to hack in to her social network sites and email accounts. pinag-isipan kasi lage ang passwords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Pwedeng commercial model ng shampoo. Buhol free hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If a way to a man's heart is through his stomach then no wonder there's a lot of them on queue. Great Chef. Delizioso !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Daddy's little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She values her faith. A Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. One of the best friends I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. And she just turned 24 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all together now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;♫♪HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!♪♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't really talked and kept in touch a long time now but always remember that you're one of those people that is definitely irreplaceable in my life.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S879YbMGg0I/AAAAAAAAC1k/E5-MYsEhSME/s1600/suplada+look.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S879YbMGg0I/AAAAAAAAC1k/E5-MYsEhSME/s320/suplada+look.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462581994104193858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suplada&lt;/span&gt; look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S879HMQpICI/AAAAAAAAC1E/5K6GOZTeVlc/s1600/tata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S879HMQpICI/AAAAAAAAC1E/5K6GOZTeVlc/s320/tata.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462581698038931490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but she can make funny faces too.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S879Y81FkmI/AAAAAAAAC1s/gSM3772TnHY/s1600/study+mode.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S879Y81FkmI/AAAAAAAAC1s/gSM3772TnHY/s320/study+mode.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462582003134468706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;study mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S879XQ5E0pI/AAAAAAAAC1M/1sdwaouNVGs/s1600/miracle+worker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S879XQ5E0pI/AAAAAAAAC1M/1sdwaouNVGs/s320/miracle+worker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462581974160167570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;miracle worker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S879X2xclYI/AAAAAAAAC1U/oVx5BADTx2o/s1600/dave+and+bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S879X2xclYI/AAAAAAAAC1U/oVx5BADTx2o/s320/dave+and+bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462581984328717698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lovelife.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S879YNOPA9I/AAAAAAAAC1c/o6kOwL2fqs4/s1600/me+and+dave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S879YNOPA9I/AAAAAAAAC1c/o6kOwL2fqs4/s320/me+and+dave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462581990355043282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave and Tin-tin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwah. love yah and miss yah!^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-2895727944278343694?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/2895727944278343694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/04/dave.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/2895727944278343694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/2895727944278343694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/04/dave.html' title='Dave'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S879YbMGg0I/AAAAAAAAC1k/E5-MYsEhSME/s72-c/suplada+look.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-6144193900610967664</id><published>2010-04-18T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:08:06.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>uno.</title><content type='html'>Happy Anniversary to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-6144193900610967664?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/6144193900610967664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/04/uno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/6144193900610967664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/6144193900610967664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/04/uno.html' title='uno.'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-7058711548765072470</id><published>2010-04-11T20:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T16:43:58.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Probably</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S8LaoNEr7KI/AAAAAAAACzM/mI7-5rAG6CM/s1600/i+am+lost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S8LaoNEr7KI/AAAAAAAACzM/mI7-5rAG6CM/s320/i+am+lost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459166082565401762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I know. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to blame my non-blogging days on work as usual or to my nine unread books. Or to my frequent trip to the movie house or to my long-hours of sleep and trip to dream land. But then again, those are nothing new. I had managed to squeeze in a little amount of time to blog before, then why not for these past few weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not because I'm running out of things to write. I have a lot of movie reviews on hold. I could talk about the weather again. Or about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Naruto's&lt;/span&gt; recent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Manga&lt;/span&gt; update. Or my new bet in American Idol. Or my new job description. Or my already expired 2 years expiration date. Or of my over staying here in Cebu. Or of matters of the heart. Or of Love and lack-there of. Or of my family. Or of my friends. Or of politics. Etc. Etc. Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably I was really not in the mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or probably I'm just really losing it --- my knack for blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to be honest about it, I don't think much of myself as a writer. And again it's not because of some low-esteem and lack of self-confidence issue. It's just the truth or make that my personal P.O.V. --- A blogger is totally a milestone away from being a true author/real writer. I'm not generalizing all bloggers so don't hate me with what I'm about to say: bloggers are more of trying-hard-to-be-writers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap. I'm talking gibberish again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, probably it's not really the knack for blogging that I'm losing but it's the inspiration. After-all, I am just an amateur and any amateur needs inspiration. I mean even professionals do need inspiration. Even Thomas Edison himself said: Genius is one percent perspiration and 99 percent inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotcha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know that line you could have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;believed&lt;/span&gt; me. =p. haha! Nah, it's the other way around. I know, I know. But my point here is you don't have to be a genius to actually blog. So we can have it that way: 99% inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, probably I just really need a little inspiration to dawn on me again. And I'm not by any chance referring to a guy right a way. Although &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, for the most part I think a "him" won't be that bad.=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or probably it's just good to lie low for a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me more mysterious --- or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, most likely I am back in the blog-working-force (again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, visit this site again. We have a lot of catching up to do.^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-7058711548765072470?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/7058711548765072470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/04/probably.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/7058711548765072470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/7058711548765072470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/04/probably.html' title='Probably'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S8LaoNEr7KI/AAAAAAAACzM/mI7-5rAG6CM/s72-c/i+am+lost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-2649523507985384292</id><published>2010-04-05T10:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:58:48.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 movies'/><title type='text'>Blind Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S7lQiPnQG6I/AAAAAAAACxA/kyUmndta67E/s1600/blind_side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456480972773006242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S7lQiPnQG6I/AAAAAAAACxA/kyUmndta67E/s320/blind_side.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Mississippi. I've said it before that I am a Sandra Bullock fan and that's enough reason for me to watch this film. Not to mention that she won a best actress award from Oscars for the first time because of this film. And yes, I am not saying this cause I am a fan, but anybody who had seen this film will agree that she totally deserves that recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Mississippi. To be honest about it I am not a football fan. To put it straight, I know nothing about the said sport. I don't know even just one name among any Superstar Football players. All I know is that this is a game like a traffic accident (like what Sandra put it in her film). Men just collide in each other and all that they do is to go after that person who is holding that oblong shaped ball. That's another thing. I've always thought of balls as round, but football ball is different from the rest of the balls from any ball games I know. Pretty weird. A game set can end in a matter of seconds. But in a way after watching this film, I now have a name to remember: Michael Oher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Mississippi. We often times think of discrimination of white people's superiority. But the truth is, we were the one who had created this caste system. In this film, it's really wrong to generalize them all. Cause the truth is, like us, they themselves do struggle for equality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Mississippi. I've seen a lot of movies depicting how a certain football team manage to win the season's game. On top of my head I can remember Friday Night Lights, The Replacements, Remembering the Titans and even the Game Plan and always, always the film is set to inspire. The only difference this time though is that more than the team, the movie focused more on how a woman changed a young boy's life and in the processed changed hers as well. And this film will make you realize that though the Quarterback is the star player of the team, he's nothing with-out his blind side---his left tackle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Mississippi. What's up with all the Mississippi? I think I'd visit that city one time. haha. No. It's just that according to the film, it will take 5 seconds for a quarterback or a left-tackle to do something and before a set can be decide as to who will score. That shows us how important time is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said. All I am saying is that this film absolutely deserves a Five star rating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: ★★★★★&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-2649523507985384292?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/2649523507985384292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/04/blind-side.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/2649523507985384292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/2649523507985384292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/04/blind-side.html' title='Blind Side'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S7lQiPnQG6I/AAAAAAAACxA/kyUmndta67E/s72-c/blind_side.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-1214209722768254255</id><published>2010-04-04T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:19:50.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kris allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Let it Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S7lGleXkTnI/AAAAAAAACw4/1nk2ZqJRyJk/s1600/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456470033157082738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S7lGleXkTnI/AAAAAAAACw4/1nk2ZqJRyJk/s320/rain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost summer. Oh pardon me, it is already summer. Graduations had been held and Summer break had finally officially begun. And lately I've been taking in liters and gallons of fluids to quench my thirst and parched throat. Have you ever had that feeling that you know you are thirsty but no matter how many glasses of water you had drunk you still feel thirsty and that you simply ended up feeling bloated as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty crazy. I normally feel that these past weeks. Might be because of the summer heat. I always feel parched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But good thing we had rain showers for the past days. I remembered one time, I had written a journal when after such a long time, rain finally arrived. We can call that the first drops of summer rain for it to sound melodramatic. After all, rain tends to make one's mood sappy and melancholic and sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's nice to rain once in a while. I just hope there's no storm coming in. Hmmmm...this is so weird. I am talking about the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let the rain keep falling down cause it won't stop me from getting where I'm bound. Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe it's too late. But I'm gonna make it. Don't care what the skies say. So oh, let it rain. Let it rain. Let it rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-1214209722768254255?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/1214209722768254255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/04/let-it-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1214209722768254255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1214209722768254255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/04/let-it-rain.html' title='Let it Rain'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S7lGleXkTnI/AAAAAAAACw4/1nk2ZqJRyJk/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-241136045098445413</id><published>2010-03-30T11:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T12:28:15.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JMVECK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginnings'/><title type='text'>Of Home and Of creating a whole New Book.</title><content type='html'>It's almost lunch now and I am waiting for my mom to get back home with lunch. It's been a while since somebody actually prepared food for me. I mean that's one of the disadvantage with working away from home: no mom to actually prepare the table for you. Funny, you'd never even mind hearing your mom's nagging. You'd even thought that you actually kind of miss &lt;em&gt;that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That and the never-ending fight/bantering of my younger bro and sis, a box full of my mom's Korean DVDs, FM &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;statics's&lt;/span&gt; Tonight playing in the background from my older &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bro's&lt;/span&gt; battered looking guitar and the smell of my oldest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bro's&lt;/span&gt; body mist body spray. Perfect signs that yes I am really finally home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 3rd day back here. So that makes it my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; to the last day of short-live vacation. That sounds sad but just like what they say, better than never. I never had a plan of going home this month but it's my younger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bro's&lt;/span&gt; graduation so yeah, you can say that I'm trying to play the good-ole-sister-role and all. Sounds grand but yeah, I'd like to think that I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been good so far. I met up with my gang last Sunday which was really great. Yeah, we do get updates from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; and Twitter and emails but of course talking and chatting physically is still the best. I miss those girls a lot. They make things easier to assess. All you need to do is to say a word or two like Cheese and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Astroboy&lt;/span&gt; and they'd know exactly what to say next. Not to mention that they too can be brutally frank. They are like my left-tackle: always protecting my blind side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I spent the next day watching movies with my siblings at home and also went out to watch How to Train your Dragon, then some dinner and desserts with family and my best friend. Too many things to do, Too little time. One can't help but to feel that way. But then you try not to think about that too much. You try to live with now and cherish it. But yeah, maybe I am just feeling a little melodramatic today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said time and again that I love staying in Cebu and I love my job and work is pretty much the only thing that keeps me going on back there. And that the only downside is me again living away and alone from my family. Can you count that as an occupational hazard? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Probably. Too much independence can bring depression and there by can hazardous for your brain's health. Maybe I must ask my boss for a raise. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now I am home. Camping in my brother's room and there's really nothing much to ask for. Maybe an extension? Or can I stay here again for good? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Not now of course. Maybe soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; be part of all this New Book thing. But then again:&lt;em&gt; Chances are only what we make them. Nothing lasts forever. No matter how it feels today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I am contented. And happy. A little sad. But still more of happy nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all that's all I need .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-241136045098445413?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/241136045098445413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/of-home-and-of-creating-whole-new-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/241136045098445413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/241136045098445413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/of-home-and-of-creating-whole-new-book.html' title='Of Home and Of creating a whole New Book.'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-1672758812713588445</id><published>2010-03-23T10:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T11:08:42.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip lang kung baga.</title><content type='html'>I am really not good with video editing so this is the best that I can do. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and some of my office friends are scheduled to perform for our monthly Birthday Bash celebration in the office. Theme is graduation so we opted for Nikki Gil's Glowing Inside (Vaseline Jingle). lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of our recent practice. The guitarists are on foot. The pianist was wearing shorts and the vocalist is the cameraman as well? Errr---- just see for yourself.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MkMv8puHpBI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MkMv8puHpBI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So see yah there! Food food food.^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-1672758812713588445?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/1672758812713588445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/trip-lang-kung-baga.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1672758812713588445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1672758812713588445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/trip-lang-kung-baga.html' title='Trip lang kung baga.'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-9195975765775269875</id><published>2010-03-20T16:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T16:48:17.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Three Weeks with my Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S6SKmnpI9VI/AAAAAAAACvo/TkMMArpnY0s/s1600-h/3+weeks+with+my+brother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S6SKmnpI9VI/AAAAAAAACvo/TkMMArpnY0s/s320/3+weeks+with+my+brother.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450633845106341202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always been a great fan of Nicholas Sparks. I've read most (if not all) of his novels. I could say, I could blame him for most of my hopeless romantic ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not claim that I like all of his works. Sometimes, when you had already read a lot of books from the same author, you get to realize that he is following a certain pattern and in a way that makes the story predictable and down right boring. As with Sparks' case, I usually find his works easy to read (like I could most of the time finish it in one sitting) and always, almost, most of the time the story involves a tragedy or more often than not --- death. And in Three Weeks with my Brothers his readers will get to realize why. Why death as a topic is usually part of the plot of his story. And that even a best seller writer like him, do needs inspiration as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, I had always had  this notion that all authors are dead. I don't know where the heck did I got that idea. Maybe because I was introduced first with the likes of Rizal which of course is pretty much part of history. And I usually think of them as old, always wearing reading glasses, writing over a small desk with the aid of a little lamp as source of light and a chicken feather and a bottle of ink as writing materials.  Those early perception of course changed cause of "growing up" and modern times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Sparks of course is very much alive, young and after reading this book, I get to realize one thing: he is the only New York Best Selling author that had read every volume of Encyclopedia Britannica --- twice. Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, after reading this book, I missed my siblings even more (and my mom and dad of course). If only time would only allow us to spend quality time with each other again. But like what Nick's mom would usually tell her kids: What you want and what you get are usually two entirely different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the title itself, this book is a story of brotherhood. The only  difference is, the main character is the author himself. This is the  story of Nicholas Sparks and Micah Sparks (his brother) and their trip  around the world. But more than that, Nick get to share with us his own  struggle as a child, as a brother, as a husband, as a father, and as a  writer. This is a  moving tale of familial solidarity, a voyage not only  across continents but also across time, a journey back to faith, of  success, and a brotherhood tested through time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-9195975765775269875?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/9195975765775269875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/three-weeks-with-my-brother.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/9195975765775269875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/9195975765775269875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/three-weeks-with-my-brother.html' title='Three Weeks with my Brother'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S6SKmnpI9VI/AAAAAAAACvo/TkMMArpnY0s/s72-c/3+weeks+with+my+brother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-98121314078752057</id><published>2010-03-18T14:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:50:30.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbreaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling slowly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Still.</title><content type='html'>It just suddenly hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I was just really felling sappy since yesterday. Or maybe it was just because of the dream I had. More often, we are told that our dream usually is part of our subconscious mind --- it shows us the things we don't want to happen and would like to happen. On my part --- it's the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty crazy. I made a declaration to myself that I have no time for love. Which of course is not really a good line to say especially if you've read the book: The Secret and you know enough that the Universe works under one law: Law of Attraction. So declaring that line to yourself is like wishing over to a genie and the genie's answer is always: "Yes, your wish is my command." --- And so love will indeed have no time for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, maybe the declaration was with no conviction at all. It was just something I'd like myself to believe in. An escape from reality. That's why I haven't written anything about it. That's why I haven't written something that would reveal my inner most thoughts---inner most feelings. That's why I've only been writing movie reviews for the last couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I haven't written anything about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know the moment I will start writing about you (again) would be the day I'd finally accept that yes I still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that yes, I am still not over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S6HQWx2cgXI/AAAAAAAACvg/EzHIMwVmAC0/s1600-h/p.s.+i+still+love+you.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S6HQWx2cgXI/AAAAAAAACvg/EzHIMwVmAC0/s320/p.s.+i+still+love+you.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449866113852408178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-98121314078752057?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/98121314078752057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/still.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/98121314078752057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/98121314078752057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/still.html' title='Still.'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S6HQWx2cgXI/AAAAAAAACvg/EzHIMwVmAC0/s72-c/p.s.+i+still+love+you.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-8969090092485662717</id><published>2010-03-17T10:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T10:59:01.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Siobhan Magnus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Siobhan Magnus</title><content type='html'>Now that my first choice from this season's American Idol did not make it to the top 12 I have another contestant to look forward to: Siobhan Magnus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S6A_OKdZQjI/AAAAAAAACuk/Xe8ItxM6-3I/s1600-h/Siobhan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S6A_OKdZQjI/AAAAAAAACuk/Xe8ItxM6-3I/s320/Siobhan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449425061676663346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Performance tonight is just Wow. Killer! Best of the night. The rest are boring. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim Urban's performance was huh? Alex should have been in his position right now. Sorry, just got to add that. There's always a Sanjaya in every season. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's Siobhan's performance tonight! 1:45 is sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WNvQjGPH7FM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WNvQjGPH7FM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant! Amazing! Magnificent! Siobhan FTW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-8969090092485662717?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/8969090092485662717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/siobhan-magnus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/8969090092485662717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/8969090092485662717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/siobhan-magnus.html' title='Siobhan Magnus'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S6A_OKdZQjI/AAAAAAAACuk/Xe8ItxM6-3I/s72-c/Siobhan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-1536023296163337578</id><published>2010-03-15T10:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T10:44:59.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alex lambert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Bring Alex Lambert Back</title><content type='html'>It's been 3 nights since the last elimination and the time when the Top 12 for this season's American Idol was  announced. But I can't still get over it. More like an over-extended hangover of the shocking results. It was shocking because of one, those who made a total fool of themselves from their last performances made it and two, Alex Lambert got voted off the competition. I was confident that he will definitely make it. After all, his performance garnered high ratings and good reviews. But apparently America don't know how to recognize talent when they see one. Alex Lambert definitely is one talented young man. And the announcement of him not making it to the top 12 was definitely unexpected. What a shocker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be a racist here. But then again, it's the people living in America who can vote for who's staying and who's not. Pardon me then for generalizing it. I just think that it's such a shame that they voted off someone who is definitely more talented than most of the contestants that made it to the top 12. It's sad, depressing when such talent will be left unrecognized. Such a waste. Let me quote my friend Julius' post in twitter: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;It's disheartening to see talented people like Alex Lambert and Lilly Scott get eliminated in a TALENT SHOW like American Idol.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as usual, there's the it's not yet your time, when God closes a door he opens a window and God has better plans for you pep talks that we can use as words of comforts. There's nothing wrong about those statements of course. But if there's something that we should be in talk right now, that would be for us to Vote for Alex to be back on the show. He's the excellent choice for a wild card entry! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only there's one like last year. &lt;/span&gt;=( &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#search?q=%23BRINGALEXBACK"&gt;#&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BringAlexBack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Trending topic in Twitter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want Alex Back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Alex, though your AI days might already be over, your talent is greatly recognize. You got a fan right here from half-way around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S52dZBNx2cI/AAAAAAAACuE/WoBPTtEmGhY/s1600-h/alex+T_T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S52dZBNx2cI/AAAAAAAACuE/WoBPTtEmGhY/s320/alex+T_T.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448684177336687042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;so sad.T_T&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S52dZcc1eWI/AAAAAAAACuM/wIBqAxZqMB0/s1600-h/AlexLambert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S52dZcc1eWI/AAAAAAAACuM/wIBqAxZqMB0/s320/AlexLambert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448684184647596386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;but keep on smiling.^_^&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S52d2f8KJzI/AAAAAAAACuc/A1Jzej411tU/s1600-h/alex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S52d2f8KJzI/AAAAAAAACuc/A1Jzej411tU/s400/alex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448684683800487730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;aw. so cute.^_^&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-1536023296163337578?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/1536023296163337578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/bring-alex-lambert-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1536023296163337578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1536023296163337578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/bring-alex-lambert-back.html' title='Bring Alex Lambert Back'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S52dZBNx2cI/AAAAAAAACuE/WoBPTtEmGhY/s72-c/alex+T_T.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-9113384512361385651</id><published>2010-03-14T21:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T09:43:31.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 movies'/><title type='text'>The Red Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S5zrix0C3AI/AAAAAAAACts/CQ1RmVo2n7c/s1600-h/the+red+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S5zrix0C3AI/AAAAAAAACts/CQ1RmVo2n7c/s320/the+red+shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448488631931165698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie seemed to be promising. My friend Tots gave me a link for this movie's trailer and first impression was good basing on the trailer --- looked like a not so typical Pinoy flick. Yeah, I know, I am all for the "support your own kind" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;tangkilikin&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ang&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sariling&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;atin&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;but to be honest about it I am not really in to Filipino films. I can only name a few Filipino movies that I am truly impressed with or a fan thereof: Mista, Magnifico, Till there was you and all John Lloyd Cruz films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Red Shoes was produced by Unitel productions and was based on one of the entries for Cinemalaya Film Festival. I must admit that the idea of a boy stealing a pair of shoes among the 3,000 pairs of shoes of the former first Lady Imelda Marcus in the peak of the Edsa Revolution and gave it to the first girl he had ever love sounds romantic. But I don't know. It was definitely not a bad movie. It's actually good but then I really can't say that it's a great one. Maybe I expected to much from it. The actors are great though. It was the story itself that I find disappointing. Maybe again, I just don't like any cheating scenario. I just find it shallow. I mean that scene when Marvin cheated and he and Nikki had a confrontation after wards it was grrrrrr....I don't like Marvin's character at all cause of that. Hmmmm...Maybe the storyline is effective then since I am frustrated over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all I can definitely say that Filipino minds with regard to film making had indeed gone a long way. I think the creators of this film are planning to have this movie shown outside the country especially that the story transitions in between and the title itself is in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we can say that this film is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imeldific &lt;/span&gt;as a whole. But to put it straight, I am not that into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: ★★★☆☆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-9113384512361385651?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/9113384512361385651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/9113384512361385651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/9113384512361385651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='The Red Shoes'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S5zrix0C3AI/AAAAAAAACts/CQ1RmVo2n7c/s72-c/the+red+shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-1946875235514053344</id><published>2010-03-13T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T17:46:59.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 movies'/><title type='text'>Extraordinary Measures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S5tbAv1-VAI/AAAAAAAACtk/gNUPm_HIlKY/s1600-h/extraordinary-measures-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S5tbAv1-VAI/AAAAAAAACtk/gNUPm_HIlKY/s320/extraordinary-measures-movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448048242635723778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracle --- as defined by my hand-pocket Webster dictionary is a thing that contradicts scientific laws --- it is a remarkable thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In real life, there had been a lot of testimonials of how one let's say recover from a particular disease that is said to be incurable. The most famous would be cancer of course. One story vary from another. There were those who trusted everything in faith alone. There were those who believe in constant medication. But mostly of course trusted both medical science and faith. And John Crowley was no different man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an extraordinary story of how a father did extraordinary measures to save his son and daughter's lives. John Crowley was a father of 3 and 2 of them suffered from pompe disease---an inherited disorder caused by the buildup of a complex sugar in the body's cells and was considered incurable and a child won't live any longer than 9 years of age. With his daughter celebrating her 8th birthday, John knew he has little time left to spend with his daughter. But would he go and chase after miracles or would he just accept fate and let it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's heart-warming about this movie is the thought that this is based from a true-life-story. A book was actually written about the family that was portrayed from the movie. It's entitled The Cure: How A Father, John Crowley, Raised $100 Million--and Bucked the Medical Establishment--in a Quest to Save His Children By Geeta Anan. That gives us more hope, especially for the living that all things can be done and science and miracle can be no two different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely a tear-jerker. A tribute to all fathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: ★★★☆☆&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-1946875235514053344?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/1946875235514053344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/extraordinary-measures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1946875235514053344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1946875235514053344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/extraordinary-measures.html' title='Extraordinary Measures'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S5tbAv1-VAI/AAAAAAAACtk/gNUPm_HIlKY/s72-c/extraordinary-measures-movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-6663268649589108641</id><published>2010-03-13T16:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T17:26:07.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Alice in Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S5tZDQHbzxI/AAAAAAAACtc/PjF2PE1hvVY/s1600-h/Alice+in+Wonderland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S5tZDQHbzxI/AAAAAAAACtc/PjF2PE1hvVY/s320/Alice+in+Wonderland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448046086635376402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'd hear/think of Alice in Wonderland the first thing that comes to mind is a little girl who fell down the rabbit hole. Second thing would be a rabbit with a clock. When I was still a kid and comprehension was still out of the picture, all I know is that this is  a story of a girl who is chasing a rabbit. Why did that girl chase the rabbit? That I did not know and neither did I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only when I  "grew up" and read the book did I know and cared and got the real picture. And I must say Lewis Carroll is one weird/eccentric writer (in a good way). It is always a wonder how a writer can create and make us believe that such place can exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can say that Carroll's work is a satire after all the world that he had created was full of ironies. Absurd, surreal and insane &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;logic&lt;/span&gt; are the norms of this so called Wonderland. With the ruling queen who's favorite line includes: "Off with his head!", that indeed is such a wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was half expecting that  the movie adaptation will be weird as well (again in a good way). After all, Tim Burton and Johnny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Depp's&lt;/span&gt; combination usually gives us more or less something like that. Take for instance Corpse Bride and Sweeney Todd. Weird. Weird. Weird duo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, if I am purist I could have said all bad things about the movie. I could start with changing the title to Alice Returns to Wonderland instead. The book I read would tell me that Alice was a seven years old girl not a teenager who was set-up for an engagement. And I honestly never thought of Alice much of a fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was an interesting take of the story. How the Mad Hatter's role was given much importance. And it's not all the time you'd get to see Johnny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Depp&lt;/span&gt; dancing.^_^ And Alan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rickman&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Helena&lt;/span&gt; Carter were in the movie as well! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Snape&lt;/span&gt; and Bellatrix together again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely a visual treat. I wish I too could fall down a rabbit hole and find my own Wonderland. And I wouldn't mind meeting a hookah-smoking caterpillar, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cheshire&lt;/span&gt; cat and a mad-hatter along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: ★★★★☆&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-6663268649589108641?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/6663268649589108641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/alice-in-wonderland.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/6663268649589108641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/6663268649589108641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Alice in Wonderland'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S5tZDQHbzxI/AAAAAAAACtc/PjF2PE1hvVY/s72-c/Alice+in+Wonderland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-2662716039556722547</id><published>2010-03-07T08:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T08:28:24.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 movies'/><title type='text'>Miss You Like Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S5LvyDmu5DI/AAAAAAAACtU/lTkEGlbgmis/s1600-h/miss+you+like+crazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S5LvyDmu5DI/AAAAAAAACtU/lTkEGlbgmis/s320/miss+you+like+crazy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445678542684611634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to watch this movie mainly because there's John Lloyd of course and it's been a while since his last movie with Bea.  Their on-screen-love-team is one of the best in the industry if I may say so and they had proven that time and again. And of course I am a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I phoned a college friend so I won't be able to watch it alone. After-all I was on the "resurrection-of-social-life" mood and all. =p So watching it alone would be non-resurrecting at all. Good thing he agreed. He wanted to watch Wolfman but I won of course. =p Here's an amusing, I-find-it-funny-scene. We were lining up so we can buy our tickets then there's this old man (possibly on his early 50's) who wanted to buy a Wolfman ticket. Unfortunately Wolfman is only good for one viewing and the next viewing is like an hour away. The ticketing agent advised him to watch Miss You Like Crazy instead. lol. We just find that amusing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Unya&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pa &lt;/span&gt;ang&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wolfman&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sir, Miss you like crazy &lt;/span&gt;na&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lang&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pud".&lt;/span&gt; =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going back to the movie, story wise, let's say I am not that totally impress. Most likely because I am not really into topics/stories that involves cheating --- nonetheless --- making it look romantic in the end. Yah, I get the point of the "we have the right love at the wrong time" love story. And of course that definitely happens in real life. But that should not be an excuse. I mean let's say you are already in a relationship like bf/gf, husband/wife and yes let's also say you are no longer happy with him/her. And then you met this other boy/girl that makes you happy and all. You must  go and end your failing relationship first before you go lovey-dovey with that other person. Cause no matter how you reason it out that you are no longer happy with your current relationship and that this person knows you better or makes you happy, at the end of the day it will still be called cheating. And nobody likes to be cheated. And personally I'd rather get dumped than be cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, John Lloyd is a great actor as usual. I have a couple of favorite scenes. I especially like that scene when he and Bea met again after 2 years. His reaction, the way he said "Hi" was just too perfect. I could imagine myself doing the same thing if put in the same situation. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all the movie was good. Makes me want to ride the next Ferry trip. =p Maybe that trip under the Mactan bridge. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love Lloydi.&lt;span class="symbols"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="symbols"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="symbols"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rating: ★★★★☆&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-2662716039556722547?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/2662716039556722547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/miss-you-like-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/2662716039556722547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/2662716039556722547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/miss-you-like-crazy.html' title='Miss You Like Crazy'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S5LvyDmu5DI/AAAAAAAACtU/lTkEGlbgmis/s72-c/miss+you+like+crazy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-6992702327791398677</id><published>2010-03-04T12:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T13:19:10.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 movies'/><title type='text'>The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S487PEWWEGI/AAAAAAAACtM/BirqMNcAlI0/s1600-h/TheImaginariumofDrParnassus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444635604565758050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S487PEWWEGI/AAAAAAAACtM/BirqMNcAlI0/s320/TheImaginariumofDrParnassus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched this movie for the sole reason that this is the last movie Heath Ledger had done before he passed away and actually he died before he was able to finish this movie which explains the weird ending but all in all the movie was good. It's not all the time you'd get to see Heath Ledger, Johnny Deep, Jude Law and Collin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Farell&lt;/span&gt; in one movie after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One office friend said that he doesn't understand the movie. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;...it's actually pretty understandable. There's this monk (Doctor Parnassus played by Christopher &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Plummer&lt;/span&gt;) who made a bet with a devil. The devil gave Parnassus the ability to enter people's mind through his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;imaginarium&lt;/span&gt;. Their bet involved convincing a person to take a side. For Parnassus of course it's the "right" path while the devil of course was there to tempt the person to go the other way. The first bet was for Parnassus immortality --- he won --- only to find out that the Devil had let him win cause the Devil knows that immortality will only make him a lonely man due to changing times. Parnassus fell in love with a young woman and since he's already old he knows there's no way for her to fall for him. For him to restore his youth, he once again made a pact with the devil and later on, he found him self making a wager with the devil one more time, this time around, his daughter's life is at stake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost the end of the movie when the story line just started falling apart which of course in general was mostly because of Heath's absence. I miss Heath. T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But again, the movie was good all in all. A movie about choices. True, there will be people who will try to show us "the way" but at the end of the day it will still be us who will get to decide which way to go. And this serves as a reminder, never put a wager with the Devil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: ★★★★☆&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-6992702327791398677?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/6992702327791398677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/imaginarium-of-doctor-parnassus.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/6992702327791398677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/6992702327791398677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/imaginarium-of-doctor-parnassus.html' title='The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S487PEWWEGI/AAAAAAAACtM/BirqMNcAlI0/s72-c/TheImaginariumofDrParnassus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-852548499655291582</id><published>2010-03-03T21:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:42:41.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kris allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alex lambert'/><title type='text'>Alex Lambert</title><content type='html'>It's still early to root for someone from American Idol Season 9 but basing on tonight's top 10 performance among the boys I would go for this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S45lQLXytaI/AAAAAAAACtE/9eACHRDCrRU/s1600-h/alex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444400328142402978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S45lQLXytaI/AAAAAAAACtE/9eACHRDCrRU/s400/alex.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love his version of Everybody Knows by John Legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gYL2-h4jypQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gYL2-h4jypQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...We will see if he is my new Kris Allen. Haha. nah. Kris Allen is my one and only of course. =p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But this guy is not bad at all. Hmmm.. Just so my type again: guitar-playing dude. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-852548499655291582?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/852548499655291582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/alex-lambert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/852548499655291582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/852548499655291582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/alex-lambert.html' title='Alex Lambert'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S45lQLXytaI/AAAAAAAACtE/9eACHRDCrRU/s72-c/alex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-8006197997245140113</id><published>2010-03-03T19:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:17:38.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairy tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009 movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Princess and the Frog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S45ZFuCR47I/AAAAAAAACs8/X5WtM_DIAyY/s1600-h/Princess+and+the+Frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444386954329318322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S45ZFuCR47I/AAAAAAAACs8/X5WtM_DIAyY/s320/Princess+and+the+Frog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someday my prince will come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. That line did not come from the movie but it's still relevant to the theme of this movie --- well somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well in a way it's another fairytale what most of us are familiar with especially if you're a girl of course. Some quotations were even based from the story of the frog prince like sometimes you got to kiss a lot of frog before you meet your prince or that sometimes no matter how many times you'd kiss a lot of frogs you'd never find your prince cause your prince turned out to be an ogre. Nah, I just made them out but the point here is we all know the story --- a girl kissed a frog and the frog turned out to be a handsome young prince and they live happily-ever-after-the-end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we all know that part of the story but personally I don't even know why the prince was cursed in to a frog. I just assumed it's because of arrogance just like Beast from Beauty and the Beast. Well one thing good about this fairytale is it took the risk of deviating a little from the usual. Well, there's the obvious of course, our princess this time is black instead of the conventional white-barbie-like-princess. Let's say in a way our princess this time is not at all waiting fro a prince charming to save her much more waiting to kiss a frog. That is definitely far from her dreams. Our princess here only thinks of work in order to save and get her dream restaurant that she and her father had dreamt. so that should go out to all modenrn-career-oriented-working-single-women. And besides our prince here is literally broke. So castles and white horses are definitely out of the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I especially like the story of the firefly who fell in love with the star. It's sad pathetic but hopeful at the same time. I don't know but in real life that actually could be true. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Princess and The Frog. You don't need to be a little girl again to appreciate and love the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: ★★★★☆&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-8006197997245140113?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/8006197997245140113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/princess-and-frog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/8006197997245140113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/8006197997245140113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/princess-and-frog.html' title='Princess and the Frog'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S45ZFuCR47I/AAAAAAAACs8/X5WtM_DIAyY/s72-c/Princess+and+the+Frog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-2300486600269278138</id><published>2010-03-03T18:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T19:14:03.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginnings'/><title type='text'>Feeling Good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S45Ds3DfdOI/AAAAAAAACs0/55V7qZI35CA/s1600-h/running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444363437509407970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S45Ds3DfdOI/AAAAAAAACs0/55V7qZI35CA/s320/running.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a very good long sleep yesterday. My schedule was changed so it was my day off yesterday and today. I've been having trouble sleeping for the last days and yesterday was treat in itself. I feel rejuvenated. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at dawn, famished and fortunately I still had a can of P&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ringles&lt;/span&gt; and a pouch of M&amp;amp;Ms. To tell you the truth, I am not much of a healthy eater. And lately I am in to junkies and sweets and whenever I go out and "dine" out, burgers, fries and pizza are always first on my list. Good thing it's not showing off my weight.^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just thought of jogging all of the sudden. When I was still in school, both for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; and college days, I always find time to jog in the morning once in a while. And it's been a while since the last time I've jogged. And that was one lazy afternoon with some of my office friends. With my line of job, of course jogging in the morning is close to impossible and so I thought why not grab the chance now that I actually have one? Good timing. Good mood. Good morning. Beautiful Day. And so I read some few chapters off the book I was reading (Three Weeks with my Brother by Nicholas Sparks) and then prepared my running shoes at 6. And then I was off to jog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered writing about running. Let me quote my own self: I had always liked to run. A habit I had probably picked up from running for our Naval Citizenship Army Training back in high school. Back in those days, we were forced to run our school perimeter ten times. And we are suppose to that with in 30 minutes. I never complained. Aside from the fact that of course in a military set-up, it's suppose to be an "obey first before you complain" policy, I never complained because I like running a lot. And I also like those chants that we had while we were running. =) When I finished high school I had still manage to retain that willingness to run. Although I'm not competitive anymore and seldom timed my runs, running is one of the few times I could be alone with my thoughts. Running feels good to me. The blood rush. The wind against my face The strain on my feet and legs I love the sweat dripping on my skin...It almost feels like I could get use to it forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those still hold true for me. Jogging in the morning was really a good way to start off my day. I mean after the junkies, at least I was doing something "healthy". =p The morning breeze, the wind against my face and hair, it feels good to actually sweat out. A stress reliever. And I like my jogging place. It's a military camp so there's really a lot of trees and the air smells good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can't help singing a song from Michael &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Buble&lt;/span&gt;': &lt;em&gt;Birds flying high. You know how I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;feel. Sun&lt;/span&gt; in the sky. You know how I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;feel. Reeds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;driftin&lt;/span&gt;' on by...You know how I feel. It's a new dawn. It's a new day. It's a new life. For me. And I'm feeling good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I am feeling good.^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-2300486600269278138?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/2300486600269278138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/feeling-good.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/2300486600269278138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/2300486600269278138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/feeling-good.html' title='Feeling Good.'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S45Ds3DfdOI/AAAAAAAACs0/55V7qZI35CA/s72-c/running.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-361811203672986433</id><published>2010-03-01T06:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T07:41:38.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>much for the blabbers again for these days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S4r6gmc7oDI/AAAAAAAACqw/r27fiHSoxS0/s1600-h/missing+piece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443438537615319090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S4r6gmc7oDI/AAAAAAAACqw/r27fiHSoxS0/s400/missing+piece.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been pretty crazy these past days. With my sudden change of work responsibilities I had to do away with some personal things. I've been missing American Idol episodes and have to content my self with watching reruns every weekends. I haven't read the latest chapters of Naruto. Haven't twitted nor checked my facebook account. I even stopped blogging for a while. I just keep myself entertained when I read myself off to sleep or when I doodle over some notes when I thought of something worth while to blog but still unable to publish. Maybe time will come I'd finally mix them all up until such time they are worthy to be called blog entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining. I even think it's better this way. Maybe yes, I am taking my life seriously. Too seriously. I certainly am. I mean I am already 22, almost 23 now. And if I'd still play around, what is it there for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don' t want to think that I have a failing social life. Haha. Definitely not. Although if you're from the outside looking in to my life, it's just natural to think that my life is dull --- boring --- more or less almost lifeless. Work-sleep-work-eat-and-poop-in-between.=p Such bland combinations. There's definitely truth in all of those. I mean how hard is it to text or call someone so you'd be in a company? And why the heck am I not doing that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However just like what I've said I think it's better this way. That's actually a lame excuse or sounds too defensive but I just think there are just people who are cut-out to be better off alone --- at least for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence. That's what I value most right now. I value it too much that it tends to get pretty scary sometimes. You know when you are so used with doing everything on your own then all of the sudden another person comes in the picture? Yah definitely it's nice to be in a company but right now again I am so use with this set up that an immediate change is definitely a No-No. But I do realize I can't go on like this forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just feels like I am trap in this bubble and I am just waiting for the time for me to get the courage to finally prick it open or better yet for someone to poke it so I could get out. Someone who could wear off the shield I've put up. Someone who could tumble down the walls I've built around me. Someone who could see beneath the surface. To see the sadness in my eyes despite my smile. To hear the loneliness in my voice despite my laughs. To know that my heart says different from the words that are coming out of my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's too much to say about the triumphs I had, about the griefs I had, about what I feel today, about what I am expecting tomorrow. That's very literal. I mean I haven't written a journal or blogged for a very long time now. I just got to take each day and step one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that these days are the same and different at the same time. And the lines from the song These Days from Rascal Flatts runs through my head..&lt;em&gt;Yeah Life throws you curves but you've learned to swerve. Me, I swung and I missed and the next thing you know, I'm reminiscing...Dreaming old dreams, wishing old wishes, Like you would be back again. I wake up and tear drops, they fall down like rain, I put on that old song we danced to and then. I head off to my job, guess not much has changed. Punch the clock. Head for home. Check the phone (just in case). Go to bed. Dream of you. That's what I'm doing these days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But who are &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;? Who is &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;? I think I would want to be in love with &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. I mean even just the thought of &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. But I don't even know&lt;em&gt; you&lt;/em&gt; or I don't even know if there's a&lt;em&gt; you&lt;/em&gt; for me. Would &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; come in my life and add some life in it? What's taking&lt;em&gt; you&lt;/em&gt; so long?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S4r63GZGYRI/AAAAAAAACr8/_Q9iJ6eQiEA/s1600-h/U.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443438924146303250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S4r63GZGYRI/AAAAAAAACr8/_Q9iJ6eQiEA/s320/U.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Just want to end this post in a lighter note. But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S4r89QldELI/AAAAAAAACsQ/UDyo0K64KwI/s1600-h/wait+for+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443441228984946866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S4r89QldELI/AAAAAAAACsQ/UDyo0K64KwI/s320/wait+for+you.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-361811203672986433?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/361811203672986433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/much-for-blabbers-again-for-these-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/361811203672986433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/361811203672986433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/03/much-for-blabbers-again-for-these-days.html' title='much for the blabbers again for these days.'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S4r6gmc7oDI/AAAAAAAACqw/r27fiHSoxS0/s72-c/missing+piece.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-8354243151429731767</id><published>2010-02-17T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:57:17.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 movies'/><title type='text'>Legion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3raUYYpl3I/AAAAAAAACqE/IIscR99vF0Y/s1600-h/legion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3raUYYpl3I/AAAAAAAACqE/IIscR99vF0Y/s320/legion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438899543681374066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was caught up in a little debate when an office-mate said that this film, Legion, is a great movie. I'd say I beg to disagree. I don't think this movie is great. Yeah, maybe it's not that bad but it's definitely far from great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, like most movies I am not impress with, I have the movie storyline to blame.I don't know what to make out of this movie. The film-makers possibly were torn whether to make this film as an action/drama/scary/apocalyptic kind of film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action wise it was not that bad. I especially like the angel Gabriel Vs. angel Michael fight scenes. But the thing that made this film a total let down  was it's apocalyptic/religious theme. If you go make a film that would disagree with someone else's faith you don't just create a theory with-out even a little proof why you even thought of that ideology. God just suddenly got tired? What a very lame premise.I am no expert of the bible but as far as I know that's not the main reason why we got this judgment day in Revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot were not explained like why of all women it was Charlie who was chosen to bear the child who will save humanity. And I also don't understand how that child will save man-kind. And that if God got tired and he wants to exterminate humanity why choose possessing people instead of plagues maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the film was entitled Legion cause I'd get to see a whole bunch of angels. I never thought that the legionnaires are possessed people. Well, it's right on track. Legion means a great number. And this film has a great number of pointless basic assumptions, a lot of pretext, a handful of unfunny  suppose to be humorous scenes and an awful ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. Even God will get tired watching this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: ★★☆☆☆&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-8354243151429731767?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/8354243151429731767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/02/legion.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/8354243151429731767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/8354243151429731767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/02/legion.html' title='Legion'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3raUYYpl3I/AAAAAAAACqE/IIscR99vF0Y/s72-c/legion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-8400303957710557398</id><published>2010-02-14T07:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:06:22.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 movies'/><title type='text'>Percy Jackson &amp; the Olympians: The Lightning Thief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3c0_jqsUrI/AAAAAAAACno/LvP7rVeW2Ss/s1600-h/percy-jackson-and-the-lightning-thief-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3c0_jqsUrI/AAAAAAAACno/LvP7rVeW2Ss/s400/percy-jackson-and-the-lightning-thief-movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437873341583872690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another book series adapted in to movie. And nope, I haven't read any of the book from the Percy Jackson series so I really don't have any point of comparison here. Although I've read some reactions from book-fans complaining that the book is entirely different from the movie. Well, that doesn't matter now. All I know basing on the trailer was the movie is bout a teenage boy who found out that he was a demigod and that he was caught up in this Greek gods mythology world which seems pretty cool actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's a pretty entertaining movie. The only problem is you can't help but compare it with Harry Potter. Like Percy is a half-god half-human while Harry is half-muggle half-wizard. Percy also have to study like Harry to of course learn more about the world he was oblivious before and of course they ended up the most popular/talented student. They also have the same number of main characters: 2 males and a female. We got Percy, Grover and Annabeth like Harry, Ron and Hemione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had a good laugh with the movie and the effects and battles scenes are good as well. I especially like the special role of Uma Thurman as Medusa. =p That's really a fun part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was not jumping on my feet after the movie nor my hands clapping together. It was an entertaining movie but fairly forgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: ★★★☆☆&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-8400303957710557398?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/8400303957710557398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/02/percy-jackson-olympians-lightning-thief.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/8400303957710557398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/8400303957710557398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/02/percy-jackson-olympians-lightning-thief.html' title='Percy Jackson &amp; the Olympians: The Lightning Thief'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3c0_jqsUrI/AAAAAAAACno/LvP7rVeW2Ss/s72-c/percy-jackson-and-the-lightning-thief-movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-8551692806878121182</id><published>2010-02-12T19:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:06:58.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 movies'/><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3VC8QEKTrI/AAAAAAAACks/ZCsY3OLNzWo/s1600-h/valentines+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437325727991746226" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3VC8QEKTrI/AAAAAAAACks/ZCsY3OLNzWo/s400/valentines+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem with this movie. I don't totally dislike it but I don't totally like it as well which of course is never a good sign for any movie goer/reviewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cast line-up was really great. From rising stars to established stars, it's a pretty line up, no question about it. The only problem is I've seen the formula of this movie a couple of times already and there's nothing original about this. I would say early on that Love Actually is still a better movie. I would say that Julia Roberts was the saving grace of the movie although her part in the story was not that big at all. And the ending of Bradley Cooper's character in the movie was totally unexpected. And I am not sure as well if I like that part. Reminds me of something.=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think the problem was the story itself. The way the creator of the film try to think of story that can pretty much happen in one full day cause of course that's the whole point why the movie is entitled that way in the first place. Valentines Day must happen in February 14 not on the 13&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; or 15&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. It has to be that day. Cause if it's not, just like what the voice over/radio announcer said, it'll just be another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just find it too hard to believe though. I mean, you don't propose to your girl-friend in the morning, broke-up with her in the afternoon and then make lovey-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dovey&lt;/span&gt; with your best friend  in the evening. That's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; crazy. Although the idea that those who thought they'd have a date ended up dateless and those who thought they'd be alone on V-day ended up having a date seems promising and inspiring. Some moral boost there for single audiences (like the blogger. =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no thanks, it doesn't really matter if I'd have a date or no date this V-day. Like Jamie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Foxx&lt;/span&gt; character said from the movie that Valentines day ain't a holiday since we are still working on that day! Which is very true on my part. I mean &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, it's just all these commercialism and traditions of flowers, chocolates, teddy bears, cards and dinners that's making us all so jittery about it. But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;geeeezzz&lt;/span&gt;....You can give and have any of that any other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, I know. I don't 100% agree with that. I mean, it's the right time to give those stuffs. It's Valentines day. Hearts Day. Lover's Day. A-single-alone-lonely-reminding-kind-of-day. Oh, OK, I'll stop with the negativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But going back with the movie it's just I don't know, a lesser quality of Love Actually. Sorry, I just can't help comparing the two cause again there's a similarity with the plot. Again the cast was great.  But we only get to have a few laughs and few romantic moments. It has good soundtrack though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it seems like it's just like the real Valentines day after all: Not that good and not that bad after all. Er--- at least again just like the blogger.=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: ★★☆☆☆&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-8551692806878121182?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/8551692806878121182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/8551692806878121182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/8551692806878121182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3VC8QEKTrI/AAAAAAAACks/ZCsY3OLNzWo/s72-c/valentines+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-8817431927812757350</id><published>2010-02-12T13:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T19:29:17.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JMVECK'/><title type='text'>Pards</title><content type='html'>It's Ms. Valeen Solancho's special day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the heck is she? And yah. So what?! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Well, she's someone you'd definitely would want to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or er--- maybe not.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some random 24 things you ought to know about Valeen a.k.a Val a.k.a Chang a.k.a Friend a.k.a Pards Solancho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The most obsessive compulsive person I ever met. A total Neat Freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Very moody. As in bad kind of moody. The don't mess with me kind of moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Has very sensitive sense of smell. so sensitive she can sneeze five times in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. One time she cut her hair really short as in boy-cut-kind-of-short, a McDonald crew called her Sir. Not just once but twice! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Looks a lot like Jolina Magdangal. Tell that to her and she'd say she's taller than her. Yah we got that but the resemblance still won't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Don't touch, hug, comfort her if she's crying/breaking down. Better hand her a cone of ice-cream instead. That'll do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Stingy. &lt;em&gt;Kuripot.&lt;/em&gt; No further explanations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Cry-baby. &lt;em&gt;Iyakin. Basta iyakin talaga&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Slow. Like &lt;em&gt;mahina ang&lt;/em&gt; pick-up especially with jokes. She'll realize too late that you're trying to crack a joke. So don't ever think your joke is corny or cheesy if she's not laughing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Poor sense of direction. If you hate her, just bring her to a place she's not familiar with. No need for blindfolds. Just leave her alone. She'll get lost pretty easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Broken-hearted-secret-heart-breaker (&lt;em&gt;daw&lt;/em&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Drinking milo makes her &lt;em&gt;poops&lt;/em&gt; easily. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I've only seen her drunk once and it was really funny.XD zip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Her kind of men includes: Rain (Bi), Channing Tatum, David Cook, John Lloyd Cruz, Donald Flack and Daniel Radcliffe. No wonder she's still single until now. Oh. sshhhhhh....=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'll try to be good starting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Back in school she's one of the smartest. A Dean's Lister and a certified licensed ECE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Talented: can dance and can draw. just don't let her sing. though yeah she does sing but just stop her if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Does have a funny side too. She's really good in imitating people especially our professors. And she just have to imitate Rose from Titanic and I'd ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Book/Dog Lover. That makes her humane. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Terrific Writer. In my life time so far, there are only 3 non-professional writer I look up to: Niña (classmate back in high school), Julius (classmate back in college) and her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. One of the prettiest (hmmm...she'd rather be called gorgeous) looking girls back in school. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. So with all these qualities no wonder again why guys get intimidated and so till now she's still single. -p Oooppsss... I think I already said that.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. And oh well, just like what they said, Birds with the same feather flock together so of course she's my dear friend. The V part of the JMVECK society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She's very close to her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. And she just turned 24 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! In behalf of the moderator, followers and readers of this site (all together now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;♪♪♪HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!♪♪♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your heart truly find what you truly desire for your self, your family, your career and most especially for your heart.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday again Pards. Mwah. love yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-Pards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3TpS8BAQWI/AAAAAAAACkk/7SMQS3yWEx0/s1600-h/val.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3TpBZ7687I/AAAAAAAACkM/VhLrHTkJvTc/s1600-h/pards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437226860494386098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3TpBZ7687I/AAAAAAAACkM/VhLrHTkJvTc/s320/pards.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;told yah she's pretty.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3TpBBu11JI/AAAAAAAACkE/x7-OuN4Zzkk/s1600-h/kaya+nga+moody+eh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437226853997073554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3TpBBu11JI/AAAAAAAACkE/x7-OuN4Zzkk/s320/kaya+nga+moody+eh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and moody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3TpATD7FzI/AAAAAAAACj8/2usOt3-XXJs/s1600-h/jolens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437226841469032242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3TpATD7FzI/AAAAAAAACj8/2usOt3-XXJs/s320/jolens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;and jolens look-alike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3To_zPZDfI/AAAAAAAACj0/otU61DxGCFw/s1600-h/chang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437226832927198706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3To_zPZDfI/AAAAAAAACj0/otU61DxGCFw/s320/chang.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;and loves green.^_^&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437226868415725650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3TpB3chAFI/AAAAAAAACkU/nCEHzhGR78s/s320/pards+and+pards.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pards and Pards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-8817431927812757350?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/8817431927812757350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/02/pards.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/8817431927812757350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/8817431927812757350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/02/pards.html' title='Pards'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3TpBZ7687I/AAAAAAAACkM/VhLrHTkJvTc/s72-c/pards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-5779298145695716054</id><published>2010-02-11T00:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:53:42.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cebu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kris allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>Kris Allen,Jabbawockeez&amp;Boyce Avenue Concert last ep.</title><content type='html'>Now that it's all said and done T_T it's time to wrap things up. After the concert a lot of my friends and some curios lot asked if I got to get my money's worth and of course the obvious answer to that is YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Kris in person is enough reason for me. Seeing him perform live and sing songs that I only got to see him perform before on TV is more than enough reason as well. Not to mention he got to sing my favorite tracks from his album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if there are some things I can complain or left me disappointed, that would be: 1) I was unable to have a photo-op with him. 2) I was unable to have him sign my copy of his record. and 3) he did not sing some songs I was hoping he would like To Make You Feel my Love, Bright Lights, Baby One more Time, and Send me all Your Angels. But I guess those are too much to ask for as of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go back and borrow Sir Jimm's words that this is something I'd always remember. True. I will always do. That in the night of February 05, 2010, one of my dreams became a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3Lh12T_cKI/AAAAAAAACjM/xxVY0nmvhmw/s1600-h/GEDC0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3Lh12T_cKI/AAAAAAAACjM/xxVY0nmvhmw/s320/GEDC0201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436656015418290338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he pronounces Cebu as "Say-boo". lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3Lh2HThL_I/AAAAAAAACjU/KzUWdWodhqI/s1600-h/GEDC0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3Lh2HThL_I/AAAAAAAACjU/KzUWdWodhqI/s320/GEDC0207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436656019979710450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can you be so buttonless?=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3Lh2i7qQCI/AAAAAAAACjc/2_c1R6AeIvk/s1600-h/GEDC0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3Lh2i7qQCI/AAAAAAAACjc/2_c1R6AeIvk/s320/GEDC0216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436656027395833890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3Lh3kdmDMI/AAAAAAAACjk/HCALDmy7RZM/s1600-h/GEDC0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3Lh3kdmDMI/AAAAAAAACjk/HCALDmy7RZM/s320/GEDC0219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436656044986469570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ain't No Sunshine now that you are gone. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3Lh4KPF3LI/AAAAAAAACjs/rf-IYA4nyAg/s1600-h/GEDC0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3Lh4KPF3LI/AAAAAAAACjs/rf-IYA4nyAg/s320/GEDC0231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436656055126187186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The concert-goers. We definitely enjoyed the night.^_^&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-5779298145695716054?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/5779298145695716054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/02/kris-allenjabbawockeez-avenue-concert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/5779298145695716054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/5779298145695716054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/02/kris-allenjabbawockeez-avenue-concert.html' title='Kris Allen,Jabbawockeez&amp;Boyce Avenue Concert last ep.'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S3Lh12T_cKI/AAAAAAAACjM/xxVY0nmvhmw/s72-c/GEDC0201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-1249898939764021970</id><published>2010-02-06T15:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:39:46.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cebu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kris allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>Kris Allen, Jabbawockeez &amp; Boyce Avenue Concert ep.4</title><content type='html'>So here it is, if this is boxing, we had finally reached the Main Event: It's Kris Allen's time.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to describe it but as a fan the anticipation just seemed too much that it tends to get scary at times thinking that what if things will turn out as a major disappointment? After Jabbawockeez was finished with their part of the concert, the stage have to be set up for Kris' turn and the hosts tried to entertain the crowd. But maybe the night had been too long already and the crowd had waited too long as well that the hosts are starting to get in our nerves and so the crowd just started chanting his name: KRIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he finally step in to the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S26HOXUMxkI/AAAAAAAACYo/vHiBd1VvSUc/s1600-h/GEDC0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435430481129424450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S26HOXUMxkI/AAAAAAAACYo/vHiBd1VvSUc/s320/GEDC0195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the setlist of his performance:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Heartless/Gangsta's Paradise Medley - What a great way to start! I've always considered Heartless as his winning piece when he was still in AI. This song sealed his title. And hearing him sing this song live is such a dream come true. The intro was so soulful and he sang it with angst as usual and he even mixed Gangsta's Paradise in between. Perfect!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Can’t Stay Away - When Kris started singing this I was on my feet! He is definitely singing songs from his album! And yah, I know his album by heart. =p I think I was the only one singing along when he sang this. lol. kidding. I was unable to get a video of this song though. This was written by Kris himself and he definitely exhibits much swagger in this song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Before We Come Undone - This is one of my most favorite songs from his album and I guess this is going to be his next single and of course still written by Kris. It's starting to pick up air time here in some of the radio stations in the city. Everytime I hear this song I'm thinking of a SWAT team entering a building. Might be because of the line "Can we put our weapons down". lol. But no, this has nothing to do with war or police raids. It's about a guy asking whether he'll get answers to his questions about whether he and his lover will survive their ailing relationship. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. The Truth - Another one of my favorite (yah you can roll your eyeballs thinking that all are my favorites but that's just the truth =p ). But this is one of the saddest song from the album. Favorite Part: &lt;em&gt;Trying to be perfect trying not to let you down. Honesty is honestly the hardest thing for me right now. &lt;/em&gt;He put down his guitar while singing this. Very heartfelt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Man in the Mirror - from Boyce Avenue to Jabbawockeez they all did a certain song for MJ and Kris had Man in the Mirror. FYI: this is the song that he sang before he was included for AI Top 13. The crowd was really crazy and we were singing along especially the "Change"-part. lol. And it's also great that he had it in acoustic. LSS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Written All Over My Face - this was written by Danny O’Donoghue and Mark Sheehan. If you don't know them they are members of The Script. And knowing the Script that will involve a little er---tounge twister. I mean it's a little "wordy". But just ask me to sing it, I can!=p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Red Guitar - This is a song he had written for his wife even before he entered Idol. Such a sweet thing! I mean for someone to compose a song just for you? I love the intensity of the drums and guitar especially the last part of the song. Kris definitely knows how to play that thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Is It Over - Knowing Kris' album by heart =p I definitely know if he would alter a tune or re-arrange a certain part of the song and I love what he did to this song. This is one of the ballads from the album and definitely heart-breaking. A definitely much vocally confident Kris especially that &lt;em&gt;"Taaaaaake your time!"-&lt;/em&gt;part. Didn't expect that. And he even added some lines: &lt;em&gt;"that you don’t love me any more". &lt;/em&gt;Whew. That makes it extra special.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Falling Slowly/With or Without you Medley - Falling Slowly is another song he rendered during his idol days and Simon even said that he was brilliant that night! I've always love this song especially its intro: &lt;em&gt;"I don't know you but I want you all the more for that".&lt;/em&gt; So-oh-relateable. And was surprise when all of the sudden I was hearing different lyrics then I realized that's a line from the song With or Without you from U2! great medley as usual!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Alright With Me - This part is crazy. This song is very catchy. The "YEAH"-part. And Kris went down to have the crowd participate! And I went nuts over this when he went down from the stage. I mean he was there like a feet from where I was standing! Surrounded by security of course. -_- He's sweat all over. lol. And how can you be so buttonless?=p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Live Like We’re Dying - My camera died as well in this part. Was only able to video half of this song and then my cam ran out of memory. Anyway, I'm pretty sure we are very much familiar with this song after all this had gained a lot of air-time here in the country and been in the Billboard for months now and it was #1 in digital downloads for weeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Ain’t No Sunshine - ENCORE. lol. I am spelling it right now. haha. The crowd thought the LLWD was the last song for the night but when Kris went backstage and somebody put up a piano in the stage I knew he's going to sing this song! This is one of the best song he sang back then and I am surprise again that he re-arranged the song. And by the way I wrote encore cause the first time he sang the song the microphone was failing that he sounds like he is having hiccups due to the microphone turning off and on. lol. But he was such a professional he knows what to do to remedy it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Come Together - Beatles! Anyone? I was hoping he would sang Hey Jude since I know he is Beatles fan and he usually sings a song from them for his every performance. But Come Together is good. Reminds me of Danny Gokey.=p OK. I'll behave. Kris definitely Rocks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's a clip when he sang Red Guitar. The last part is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/freyE3eJtjE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/freyE3eJtjE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&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/4680246686197575017-1249898939764021970?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/1249898939764021970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/02/kris-allen-jabbawockeez-boyce-avenue_5716.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1249898939764021970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1249898939764021970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/02/kris-allen-jabbawockeez-boyce-avenue_5716.html' title='Kris Allen, Jabbawockeez &amp; Boyce Avenue Concert ep.4'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S26HOXUMxkI/AAAAAAAACYo/vHiBd1VvSUc/s72-c/GEDC0195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-8766080669248401822</id><published>2010-02-06T15:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T09:55:18.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cebu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kris allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>Kris Allen, Jabbawockeez &amp; Boyce Avenue Concert ep.3</title><content type='html'>Up until now I am still having a hard time memorizing what's the right spelling of "Jabbawockeez". lol. Did you know that I have to keep on checking my previous posts just to be sure I am spelling it correctly? haha. So starting now let's use JBWKZ for the blogger's convenience =p. Kidding. They definitely deserved to be called by their real name. And beside what's the use of the "copy and paste" option? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah the Jabbawockeez! I've seen a lot of good dancers but these guys are great! I mean one thing noticeable about this group is that they dance as a group. Yeah maybe their masks definitely plays a vital role cause it's really hard to compare one dancer from the other but they move such in unison that you'd watch them as a group rather than individually. All are great dancers and they will not be hailed as America's best dance crew for no reason at all. And what's even amazing is that most of them are Filipinos. COOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last press conference one journalist said that it's a shame that they have to wear those masks cause they are all good-looking! And I have to agree with that too!^_^ And we'll get to watch them in ASAP for the next 2 months regularly. COOL! But watching them live was definitely a killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to see it to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S24aZyg9ywI/AAAAAAAACX4/ycyl1JDdym8/s1600-h/GEDC0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S24aZyg9ywI/AAAAAAAACX4/ycyl1JDdym8/s320/GEDC0188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435310830641859330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hehe. nag-ocho-ocho rin ang Jabbawockeez. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S24aZMEQF3I/AAAAAAAACXw/hO0TKfH_eag/s1600-h/GEDC0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S24aZMEQF3I/AAAAAAAACXw/hO0TKfH_eag/s320/GEDC0187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435310820320876402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best Robotic Dance I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S24aaO1j7xI/AAAAAAAACYA/mR5tDjIdnCk/s1600-h/GEDC0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S24aaO1j7xI/AAAAAAAACYA/mR5tDjIdnCk/s320/GEDC0190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435310838244437778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy is wicked! Still doing some head spin even though the music is already over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S24aaeAno1I/AAAAAAAACYI/k2dnuh9lGc0/s1600-h/GEDC0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S24aaeAno1I/AAAAAAAACYI/k2dnuh9lGc0/s320/GEDC0193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435310842317349714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jabbawockeez unmasked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the video of their opening act. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manong&lt;/span&gt; Security was KJ. No videos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;raw&lt;/span&gt;, just pictures. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qlzl30XzN5c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qlzl30XzN5c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img hidden="true" style="border: medium none ; position: absolute; z-index: 2147483647; opacity: 0.6; display: none;" src="data:image/png;base64,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%3D" id="myFxSearchImg" height="24" width="24" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-8766080669248401822?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/8766080669248401822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/02/kris-allen-jabbawockeez-boyce-avenue_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/8766080669248401822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/8766080669248401822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/02/kris-allen-jabbawockeez-boyce-avenue_06.html' title='Kris Allen, Jabbawockeez &amp; Boyce Avenue Concert ep.3'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S24aZyg9ywI/AAAAAAAACX4/ycyl1JDdym8/s72-c/GEDC0188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-227274506986563759</id><published>2010-02-06T13:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T02:24:43.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cebu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kris allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>Kris Allen, Jabbawockeez &amp; Boyce Avenue Concert ep.2</title><content type='html'>Geez. I'm pretty tired. I was in the middle of uploading some videos on youtube when all of the sudden the power went out and yah the computer I was using was not hooked up to any UPS at all so there go my 1 hour upload time. sheesh. Had to start all over again when the lights finally came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the ranting. Suppose to start with this part 2 of my after-concert-report but was a little pissed off. What's even more annoying is that there's really no one I can blame. Oh cut it out. Let's get this started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally we got our first performer: Boyce Avenue or the Manzano brothers namely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S20PGlDErGI/AAAAAAAACWw/rCqJlyXjuRk/s1600-h/GEDC0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435016931004689506" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S20PGlDErGI/AAAAAAAACWw/rCqJlyXjuRk/s320/GEDC0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S20PGx21iMI/AAAAAAAACW4/TOdgzcEHqR0/s1600-h/GEDC0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435016934443026626" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S20PGx21iMI/AAAAAAAACW4/TOdgzcEHqR0/s320/GEDC0159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fabian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S20PHctQ41I/AAAAAAAACXA/BFFpE5hqQgQ/s1600-h/GEDC0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435016945945600850" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S20PHctQ41I/AAAAAAAACXA/BFFpE5hqQgQ/s320/GEDC0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Daniel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I heard their medley of the song No One/Tattoo, I immediately liked this band. And it was also nice to hear them performing their original compositions. I'm glad they get to perform 2 of my favorite songs: Wonder Wall and their very own Find Me. And not to mention that all of them are good looking as well most especially  Fabian. His smile can melt your heart. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S22zJOj6zaI/AAAAAAAACXg/GNVh6uW9PTw/s1600-h/GEDC0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S22zJOj6zaI/AAAAAAAACXg/GNVh6uW9PTw/s320/GEDC0167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435197296415002018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FABIANO!!!♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's their performance of the song Wonder Wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rS1H4WvmbWc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rS1H4WvmbWc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img hidden="true" style="border: medium none ; 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Boyce Avenue Concert ep.2'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S20PGlDErGI/AAAAAAAACWw/rCqJlyXjuRk/s72-c/GEDC0158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-1297618600340481606</id><published>2010-02-06T09:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T02:25:27.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cebu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kris allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>Kris Allen, Jabbawockeez &amp; Boyce Avenue Concert ep.1</title><content type='html'>Wow as in wow. Still can't believe that Kris Allen's concert is finally over. T_T Encore please! ENCORE! But wait, I must not forget about Boyce Avenue and Jabbawockeez as well. They are all great performers/entertainers. More than 3 hours of jam-pack concert. And I'm happy I get to have a closer look of the concert. One word: &lt;em&gt;Sulit&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. So I'm going to break this out in to 5 parts (as usual my favorite number). So here's the first part: Introduction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yah, this is like a home-reading report or let's say an after-concert-report then. One blog entry for introduction? Crazy. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, finally the wait was over last night. The Musicfest brought by V-channel and Fearless Productions was a blast! It's really wicked! And I am not saying this cause I am a super-fan of Kris. I have to give credit to Boyce Avenue and Jabbawockeez as well. Wait, isn't this suppose to be an intro? Seems like I am wrapping things up. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I came on time. Waited for like 20 minutes before the concert proper started. I was sitting in the VIP section, 11th row, seat#1. I was alone although I do have officemates who went to the concert too. My officemates were not as crazy as I am to spend 5 grand for a concert ticket.=p I was surrounded by english-speaking-teenagers who totally sabotaged my videos. I mean after the concert when I replayed the videos I took from the musicfest I could hear them singing along off-key which is pretty annoying but pretty hilarious in a way as well. haha. Can't blame them though. They are just there to enjoy, just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the stage was set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2zQWB0Z1PI/AAAAAAAACWI/DnNkzKZOzQE/s1600-h/GEDC0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434947927193277682" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2zQWB0Z1PI/AAAAAAAACWI/DnNkzKZOzQE/s400/GEDC0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hosts got ready.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2zQrn2VyBI/AAAAAAAACWQ/pK0CIMJ3OmQ/s1600-h/GEDC0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434948298179201042" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2zQrn2VyBI/AAAAAAAACWQ/pK0CIMJ3OmQ/s400/GEDC0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was very much ready as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-1297618600340481606?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/1297618600340481606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/02/kris-allen-jabbawockeez-and-boyce.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1297618600340481606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1297618600340481606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/02/kris-allen-jabbawockeez-and-boyce.html' title='Kris Allen, Jabbawockeez &amp; Boyce Avenue Concert ep.1'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2zQWB0Z1PI/AAAAAAAACWI/DnNkzKZOzQE/s72-c/GEDC0216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-5519464070945062237</id><published>2010-02-04T23:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:07:25.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cebu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kris allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Kris Allen Press Conference</title><content type='html'>It's pretty crazy. Just when I thought that I have to wait till Friday before I'd officially get to see Kris first time in person an opportunity knocked before that. I attended his press conference just this afternoon at SM North Wing Atrium. And it was Kick Awesome! And yeah, he is literally cute. As in small = cute. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there ahead of schedule of course. With no passes and privileges unlike the press (I wish I am part of the media!), I  had to be early to find a good seat and a good view. I was standing in the railing looking detected, pathetic and tired (I still came from work the previous night and press conference started around quarter to 2 in the afternoon! still no sleep, no rest for the wicked!) So most likely that's the reason why an event organizer just approached me and gave me a pass with out giving any reason why of all viewers it was me. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was allowed to go inside (not that close enough though like the press). ASA! haha. I think that was too much to ask for. But all tiresomeness were all swept away the moment I get to see them: Jabbawockeez, Boyce Avenue, and of course Kris Allen. Then the Q&amp;amp;A portion started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not talk about it. Just try watching V Channel or GMA news for more info. But just very much elated and everything still feels surreal about the entire experience. Just imagine what might happen tomorrow night.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the wait is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2t764FkIGI/AAAAAAAACQ0/Gt-VbWtnyfE/s1600-h/GEDC0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2t764FkIGI/AAAAAAAACQ0/Gt-VbWtnyfE/s400/GEDC0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434573626770989154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wished I was one of the press so I was able to see Kris and the others better. But er---I have a crush on this photographer. hehe. cute.=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2t8SWH9ThI/AAAAAAAACQ8/O7NcB7RHHvY/s1600-h/GEDC0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2t8SWH9ThI/AAAAAAAACQ8/O7NcB7RHHvY/s400/GEDC0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434574029971082770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Presscon hosts from V-channel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2t87lmxKBI/AAAAAAAACRM/uBKg5EutQGk/s1600-h/GEDC0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2t87lmxKBI/AAAAAAAACRM/uBKg5EutQGk/s400/GEDC0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434574738501478418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jabbawockeez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2t8oOYc_kI/AAAAAAAACRE/JUFwRaGeGPg/s1600-h/GEDC0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2t8oOYc_kI/AAAAAAAACRE/JUFwRaGeGPg/s400/GEDC0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434574405849906754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boyce Avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2t9KgAg3TI/AAAAAAAACRU/eNq1BdLCf_g/s1600-h/GEDC0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2t9KgAg3TI/AAAAAAAACRU/eNq1BdLCf_g/s400/GEDC0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434574994696887602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kris Allen and his band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-5519464070945062237?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/5519464070945062237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/02/kris-allen-press-conference.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/5519464070945062237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/5519464070945062237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/02/kris-allen-press-conference.html' title='Kris Allen Press Conference'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2t764FkIGI/AAAAAAAACQ0/Gt-VbWtnyfE/s72-c/GEDC0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-7626999484153929542</id><published>2010-02-03T22:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T09:17:13.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kris allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Kris is finally here!!!</title><content type='html'>OMG. as in Major OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is finally here. As in, in the Philippines!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can't believe he was at the Eat Bulaga show today. I am not a&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; kapuso&lt;/span&gt; but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****Screams!!!!****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two more nights!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayyyy....can't wait. can't wait. can't hard wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yah!^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2mJ1QmSW1I/AAAAAAAACPs/6803wwcyZok/s1600-h/kris+and+his+band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434025973480840018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2mJ1QmSW1I/AAAAAAAACPs/6803wwcyZok/s400/kris+and+his+band.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Kris and his band presscon at Eastwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-7626999484153929542?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/7626999484153929542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/02/kris-is-finally-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/7626999484153929542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/7626999484153929542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/02/kris-is-finally-here.html' title='Kris is finally here!!!'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2mJ1QmSW1I/AAAAAAAACPs/6803wwcyZok/s72-c/kris+and+his+band.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-1779135887808839526</id><published>2010-02-01T20:11:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:42:37.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair-cut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Bored lang talaga ako ulit.</title><content type='html'>It's the first day of February. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;. obviously. And I mentioned that too in my previous blog. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, this is obviously my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; blog for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still my rest day. It's a new day. New month. New hair. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I really can't think of another introduction. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, I had myself pampered for some hair treatment. &lt;em&gt;Someone got to stop me! I'm becoming to be a spend-thrift these past few days!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nah, nothing much had changed actually from my look. It's only for the sake of smoothness, glossiness and luster of the hair and all. Nothing grand. I was at first planning to have my hair colored but I chickened out in the end. I realized I am still not that adventurous enough to have my hair dyed. Though you might be wondering why last Christmas party my hair was colored. I used a washable hair-color that night so it's very much temporary. So I think I'd leave my hair black for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433252829585614402" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2bKqXJWJkI/AAAAAAAACPU/QT7KPUl6pK0/s320/blur.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;oooppsss...blurry.^_^ &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433252835722957986" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2bKquAmlKI/AAAAAAAACPc/4LQPzHES8Zc/s320/hehe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wahehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least tomorrow I'd finally be back to work. Got a valid reason to be busy, busy, busy. I really got to stop this spending habit of mine. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Errrr&lt;/span&gt;----&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; last on the list will be for Kris Allen's concert outfit. After that I'd place my ATM card in isolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Boredom&lt;/span&gt; comes with a price = Such a bad habit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-1779135887808839526?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/1779135887808839526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/02/bored-lang-talaga-ako-ulit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1779135887808839526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1779135887808839526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/02/bored-lang-talaga-ako-ulit.html' title='Bored lang talaga ako ulit.'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2bKqXJWJkI/AAAAAAAACPU/QT7KPUl6pK0/s72-c/blur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-375567800488719763</id><published>2010-02-01T09:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T09:55:15.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>13:13</title><content type='html'>First day of February. Time flies really fast. And of course it's officially the start of love month. Valentines is just around the corner --- literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try going to the mall. You'd see all the chocolates piled up already. Balloons, stuff-toys, greeting cards and all the usual stuffs normally being use as gifts during this season are now all up for grabs. But it's still early for me talk about Valentines day. Got to wait for another 13 days before that officially happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most favorite chapter from the Bible comes from the 13th chapter of the Book of Corinthians. Most-likely you're familiar with that as well after all it's quite one of most love verses since it gives a detailed description/definition of what love is all about. Love in the context of the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just reminded by that passage cause it was the 2nd reading from yesterday's Eucharistic mass. And that reminded me of a scene from the movie A Walk to Remember. Just timely. I won't elaborate on that for now. But yeah, this passage is just timely for this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1 Corinthians 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. 12Now we seebut a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 370px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433085248167915250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2YyP1t2rvI/AAAAAAAACPM/lRc7-2x0KbM/s400/1Corinthians13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was looking for love's definition. And He had given me the answer.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who can say 13 is not a good number?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-375567800488719763?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/375567800488719763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/02/1313.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/375567800488719763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/375567800488719763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/02/1313.html' title='13:13'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2YyP1t2rvI/AAAAAAAACPM/lRc7-2x0KbM/s72-c/1Corinthians13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-4105511972343310105</id><published>2010-01-31T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:47:22.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Bored lang talaga ako.</title><content type='html'>Parang ang hirap magsulat nitong nakaraang araw. Heto nga nagtatagalog na. Kakapagod ring mag-ingles buong araw at buong linggo. Pero kelangan. Parte yan ng trabaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat naman at day-off ko ngayon. Ilang araw na ring panay overtime sa opisina. Kelangan raw para tumaas ang &lt;em&gt;service level.&lt;/em&gt; Pero ok lang rin. Wala rin namang magawa kapag walang trabaho. Maghahanap lang ng mga walang kabulohang bagay para hindi ma-inip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulad kanina, namasyal na naman ako sa &lt;em&gt;mall &lt;/em&gt;(syempre). Pero parang ang sarap kumain ng lutong bahay kaya doon ako sa &lt;em&gt;Food Court&lt;/em&gt; dumiretso. Apatnapu't walong piso lang ang nagastos! Ayos. Nakatipid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakatuwa rin kapag mag-isa ka at walang magawa kundi pansinin ang mga tao sa paligid mo. Merong buong pamilya: Nanay, Tatay, Ate at Kuya na nagpapalit-palit sa pag-gamit ng &lt;em&gt;computer&lt;/em&gt;. Ayos, mukhang may facebook kahit sila ni inang at tatang ah. Hanep! May magsyotang magkatabi na eh panay pa rin ang &lt;em&gt;text&lt;/em&gt;. (Baka akala ko lang magsyota sila). May magkaparehang di nakuntento sa tig-iisang kape, mayroon ng nakahandang dalawa pang tasang kape para sa round two. May magkabarkadang di naman kumakain. At meron rin namang katulad ko na mag-isa na &lt;em&gt;super &lt;/em&gt;nag-koko&lt;em&gt;concentrate &lt;/em&gt;daw sa pag-kain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan. &lt;em&gt;Fully-charged&lt;/em&gt; na sa wakas. Kaya naglibot. Pinigil ang sariling manood ng sine. Di naman kagandahan ang mga lumalabas. Maliban na lang kung nawala ako sa sarili at nonood ng pelikulang may linyang: "sana kahit minsan makita mo rin ako dahil ako ang nakikita ko...ikaw lang." Kung papano ko nalaman at namemorya yan, wag mo ng itanong. Masama sa iyung kalusugan, lalong lalo na sa puso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naghanap ng librong mahirap basahin. Parang trip ko lang pahirapan ang sarili ko. Parang trip ko ring mag-Shakespeare pero di ko pa kaya ang ganyang &lt;em&gt;level&lt;/em&gt;. Nakita ko ang &lt;em&gt;Atonement&lt;/em&gt; ni Ian McEwan. May nagsabing maganda raw ang i-storya pero &lt;em&gt;nosebleed&lt;/em&gt; raw ang Ingles. Kakataka nga. Siguro may katabi syang disksyunaryo habang nagbabasa kaya nya nasabing maganda to. Pero sige, &lt;em&gt;try &lt;/em&gt;natin. Baka may mapulot na linya na pwedeng ipang-bato sa mga Kanong tumatawag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumili ng sandamukal na chichirya. &lt;em&gt;Super Junkfood&lt;/em&gt; kumbaga. Trip ko ring kumain ng di-masustansyang pagkain. Pero bumili rin ng isang litro ng orange juice. Sa inumin na lang bumawi. Pero tamang-tama ang mga to. Paghahanda para mamya. Magpapakalunod sa kwarto kasama ni McEwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ewan nga. Ganyan talaga siguro kapag mag-isa ka lang sa buhay. Pangkaraniwan lang ang walang magawa kaya kelangang libangin ang sarili at baka mawala sa katinuon. Importanteng maghanap ng mapag-lilibangan. Tulad ng sa ngayon, nagba-&lt;em&gt;blog&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacensya na. Bored lang talaga kasi ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433068327133726962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2Yi2587SPI/AAAAAAAACPE/DI0aESQxuAU/s320/kimchi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-4105511972343310105?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/4105511972343310105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/bored-lang-talaga-ako.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/4105511972343310105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/4105511972343310105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/bored-lang-talaga-ako.html' title='Bored lang talaga ako.'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2Yi2587SPI/AAAAAAAACPE/DI0aESQxuAU/s72-c/kimchi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-8243124208163408097</id><published>2010-01-29T08:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:02:36.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>J.D. Salinger Dies at 91 =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2I3Im66qHI/AAAAAAAACO8/LjLKzmoZxF0/s1600-h/Catcher+in+the+Rye-Salinger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2I3Im66qHI/AAAAAAAACO8/LjLKzmoZxF0/s400/Catcher+in+the+Rye-Salinger.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431964721588381810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no intention of blogging today but when I saw "Catcher in the Rye" in the number 1 list  from Yahoo's most searched topics and found out that its author J.D. Salinger died at 91 due to natural causes it disheartened me as a fan and deeply moved to at least in my little way pay tribute to one of the best author of all times and one of my favorite authors as well. His novel Catcher in the Rye is my most read book after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.D. Salinger is one of best-selling authors of all time with his best-selling book "The Catcher in the Rye" whose protagonist/antagonist Holden Caulfield had influenced a lot of people especially teenagers. It's impact had been tremendous, often times dark and full of angst but will nonetheless leave one in awe as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, Catcher in the Rye is one of those books I've never tried writing a review 'cause I find it difficult to do so. The story seems simple yet different. Maybe it's in the way J.D. had written it. The story is about another ordinary teenage boy with teenage rebellion tendencies with an ordinary teenage inclination for strife. And a lot of authors had tried writing topics such as that but only J.D. has that much impact. Maybe because when he had written this book it was very timely. Or maybe because of the author's personality itself. During one of his interview when asked about his works, he said: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I love to write and I assure you I write regularly.  There is a marvelous peace in not publishing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I write for myself, for my own pleasure. And I want to be left alone to do it."&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100129/ap_on_en_ot/us_obit_salinger_28"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystery, that's what J.D. often leaves his readers with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the mystery as to why his Catcher in the Rye book was linked to John Lennon and President Reagan's assassinations. Or his indignation to left his book left unadapted in movies. Or the mystery why he chose to live in isolation till his last breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he will always be remembered by book lovers like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One great author. A Mystery. A legend. Truly a classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P J.D Salinger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-8243124208163408097?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/8243124208163408097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/jd-salinger-dies-at-91.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/8243124208163408097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/8243124208163408097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/jd-salinger-dies-at-91.html' title='J.D. Salinger Dies at 91 =('/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S2I3Im66qHI/AAAAAAAACO8/LjLKzmoZxF0/s72-c/Catcher+in+the+Rye-Salinger.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-4037558812880005955</id><published>2010-01-25T16:01:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:02:12.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cebu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kris allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>I am a V.I.P.</title><content type='html'>No books. No movies. No Starbucks coffee for the next 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just my futile promise to myself after I've recently took my fanaticism to the next level. I now have a VIP ticket for Kris Allen's upcoming concert here in Cebu and a VIP ticket of course comes with a price. Well, thank God for leave credits, purchasing one was a piece of cake. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in the office, some of my office mates find it too extravagant, to the point of them possibly thinking that I am crazy for shelling such amount just to see Kris live. Well, when I went to buy the ticket, the bronze and silver tickets were already sold out so that pretty much had given me two choices left and that was a sign in itself right?XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Sir Jimm for taking my side. As per Sir Jimm, I'd get to remember this experience for the rest of my life and if I like Kris that much, it'll be worth it.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True. So true. Very true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Kris a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first logical thing to say as to why I am a fan of Kris Allen would be because of his pretty face. But that would sound soooooo superficial. Although yeah, that's part of the package deal. And yes, that's also a fact. But then again, another fact is, he is married and that truth alone would make any single ladies like me get turned off or better yet find another idol who let's just say, still single. At least fantasizing that person just seems right. And Kris' hmmmm....his inability to have romantic-relationships (aside from Katy of course) is such a let down for any girl fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Kris' musicianship, his passion for music and his own style coupled with his humble and good personality is just something one can not let go and something to really idolized. And not even his status can change that admiration. And I guess that makes him a great artist. That he opted to take the risk of not getting more lady fans. He knows that his talent is good enough, more than enough actually for people to know him, idolize him as a great artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris Allen is more than just a pretty face. His first album and his first single are enough proofs that he deserves that American Idol title. And yes though I am not an American, he too is my idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is just kick-awesome.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whenever some of my friends in the office would go bantering over me that I could have bought a new cellphone unit or 20 pairs of shoes, or fed a whole group of street children (alright this had really made me guilty) or I already have a round trip ticket to Manila, I'd just simply laugh it off for I know come this February 5th, I'll get my money's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And knowing Kris, he'll never let me down. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I were you, buy your tickets now before they run out. And yah, maybe get a VIP pass like mine. Who knows, you'll get to sit beside me and that's another plus.=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S18BsobEq3I/AAAAAAAACO0/UYH5btB7V3k/s1600-h/musicfest+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S18BsobEq3I/AAAAAAAACO0/UYH5btB7V3k/s400/musicfest+2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431061541908949874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-4037558812880005955?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/4037558812880005955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-vip.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/4037558812880005955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/4037558812880005955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-vip.html' title='I am a V.I.P.'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S18BsobEq3I/AAAAAAAACO0/UYH5btB7V3k/s72-c/musicfest+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-668397838786921515</id><published>2010-01-25T15:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:07:35.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009 movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avatar'/><title type='text'>Avatar</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 295px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430573056500570002" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S11FbCeGF5I/AAAAAAAACMc/10Gjv1XQYeM/s320/avatar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;James Cameron did it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've pretty much seen a lot of anticipated movies whose trailers are great but the film itself turned out to be a major disappointment. For this movie, Avatar, I was expecting more of a splendid/good visual effects much like the movie 2012 (after all this movie is also designed for 3D). But I set my expectations low for the film's plot. I was thinking that this is just another movie about man vs. another unknown universal being. But of course you might have guessed my train of thought. Boy, was I so wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avatar definitely is one of the greatest film ever. Aside from the fact that the visual effects are really good as expected, it's good for the brain as well. Cameron created a whole new world. Such a delight. Such an experience. It'll make you cry. It'll make you laugh. It'll make you realize that you don't have to be a human to be humane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always been fascinated by those movies/books whose authors have this power to make you believe that such world can really exist and such language can be spoken. Much like Narnia, like Harry Potter's parcel tounge, or the Mordor's language from the Lord of the Rings. And now an addition to that list is Avatar's Navi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What personally made me love this movie is the idea that this time it's us human who played the role of the protagonists. And this is not one of those alien movies (although I thought it would be since Sigourney Weaver is in the film. lol) But it makes you appreciate mother nature more. How many films had tried depicting the importance of nature to mankind? A hundred maybe. But only a few can pierce through your heart. And Avatar is one of the few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avatar sets another standard for movie industry. I am no professional critic but I know a good movie when I see one. And Avatar is not just good, it's a great film. You got to see it to believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, I SEE YOU.^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 180px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430573067021917442" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S11FbpqlHQI/AAAAAAAACMk/avo_P2Y1xOo/s320/sam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;weeee. I love Sam. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: ★★★★★&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-668397838786921515?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/668397838786921515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/avatar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/668397838786921515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/668397838786921515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/avatar.html' title='Avatar'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S11FbCeGF5I/AAAAAAAACMc/10Gjv1XQYeM/s72-c/avatar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-8664128560585320852</id><published>2010-01-23T23:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:03:52.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Animo</title><content type='html'>It was my Alma Mater's (University of St. LaSalle) sports-fest. I was planning to blog about it but as usual I was a little more busy cause of work (it's really true this time =p) and at the same time, thinking about it is not my mind and heart's main priority unlike before. And that's actually a VERy good sign. Thanks to Kris Allen and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Villager&lt;/span&gt; for keeping my mind pretty occupied for the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, back in college, among our school's activities, sportsfest is my favorite. It's the school event I was always looking forward to. It's not because I was an athlete. No. Although yeah, I was a member of our engineering women basketball team but believe me I was not that good. Main reason for joining: basketball jerseys are COOL. And yeah, I also took part on our chess tournaments but that's only because I had a reputation back then =p and for the sake of equilibrium. At least, I was engaged in both physical and mental sports. VERy cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S1sbyCebdvI/AAAAAAAACII/V1tSyrRItxk/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S1sbyCebdvI/AAAAAAAACII/V1tSyrRItxk/s200/05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429964322197174002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S1sb55OICzI/AAAAAAAACIQ/zsSLdz-i0lU/s1600-h/chess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S1sb55OICzI/AAAAAAAACIQ/zsSLdz-i0lU/s200/chess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429964457151826738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my fascination over sportsfest didn't start because of any sports or because it's during this time of the school year that men tend to flaunt themselves more. (Men in court were such an eye-candy =p) But no. It's not because of that. Did you know that I was a cheerleader back then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Gotcha! Of course, I was just kidding. If you've been following my blog I've pretty much given you an idea how's my esteem with regards to dancing and cheering requires a lot of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yep, back in college I became a member of our college's cheering team but only because it was a requirement in order to pass P.E. classes. But then of course, I was more of a bleacher cheerer. Sportsfest was a great time. Classes were converted to pompoms making sessions or practice period although there were really teachers whom we regard as the party-pooper cause they'd really find a way to squeeze in a project or two for you to work on. But still all in all, sportsfest means the best part of a student's life --- no classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleacher Cheering. So much memories --- but there's always that one memory that always stands out. Oh well, much had been said about that. Don't want to be wishy-washy again. ^_^ It's just sad cause there's a possibility that this'll be the last time my college is joining in. But always during this time of the year, I'd always remember sitting in one of those green bleacher seats and I'd start hearing again that beat: the drums started rolling and then I danced through his rhythm, his dance that he literally and figuratively taught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought that sports-fest will end up making me one of its major players? The main player in this game called love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw----&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sobrang&lt;/span&gt; cheesy! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll always remember that. Fueled with passion. Geared with Unity. Driven towards Victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for a pit stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now let's all sing the:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S02MDbbAv7I/AAAAAAAACGQ/yZXlaEUNxNg/s1600-h/eng%27g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 256px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426147116579864498" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S02MDbbAv7I/AAAAAAAACGQ/yZXlaEUNxNg/s320/eng%27g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4680246686197575017-8664128560585320852?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/8664128560585320852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/animo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/8664128560585320852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/8664128560585320852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/animo.html' title='Animo'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S1sbyCebdvI/AAAAAAAACII/V1tSyrRItxk/s72-c/05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-3228539346075864925</id><published>2010-01-18T02:13:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T14:53:00.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cebu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kris allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>Kris Allen Live in Cebu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;To all my fellow Kris Allen fans, time to celebrate!!! Kris will be visiting us here in Cebu! Concert will be held @ SM City Cebu North Annex Parking Lot on February 5, 2010(7:30pm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so kick-awesome!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427868035780705522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S1OpOHBn_PI/AAAAAAAACGo/qCs3WEFDyyo/s320/kris-kris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch Kris Allen + Jabbawockeez + Boyce Avenue for the very first time here in Cebu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ticket Prices:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P5268 -&gt; VIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P3160.80 -&gt; Gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P1053.60 -&gt; Silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P526.80 -&gt; Bronze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are available in all Ticketworld outlets. Call 891-9999 for more details about the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait. can't wait. can't hardly wait. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427868030849548594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S1OpN0p8gTI/AAAAAAAACGg/y1etFM9LMNk/s320/kris.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aw. so cute.^_^ See yah on the 5th!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430564155460545474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S109U7gx68I/AAAAAAAACMU/B2b-zAwiTtE/s400/krisallen-cebu.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;official event poster&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-3228539346075864925?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/3228539346075864925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/kris-allen-live-in-cebu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/3228539346075864925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/3228539346075864925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/kris-allen-live-in-cebu.html' title='Kris Allen Live in Cebu!'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S1OpOHBn_PI/AAAAAAAACGo/qCs3WEFDyyo/s72-c/kris-kris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-6253258794785491237</id><published>2010-01-15T05:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T08:53:41.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr. right'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>My kind of Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S0-KdSS6FBI/AAAAAAAACGY/8aSFWbPv5uo/s1600-h/anonymous.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S0-KdSS6FBI/AAAAAAAACGY/8aSFWbPv5uo/s320/anonymous.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426708311736718354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out with Sue/Johanna/my supervisor for some morning coffee. Actually, I was simply helping her out to complete her own batch of Starbucks stickers. We do get along very well since we somewhat share a couple of common things. We're both single, career-oriented, looking-waiting-for-love-to-knock-on-me-but-still-can't-move-on type of girls. So whenever we're together, our main course is always the same: men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so she asked me: What's your ideal guy? Or who in the office is closest to that? Hmmm...that's actually a good question. True. Whenever someone would ask me what am I looking for in a guy, my usual answer includes smart and humorous. But I haven't really taken into deep thinking what my ideal/dream guy is. And visualization they say is one of the key points for the law of attraction to work. And so I took some time to really sit down and doodled a list of qualities I'm hoping my guy will have. Anyway, here it goes, my ideal guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guy has a great sense of humor. He has a quick smile. No, he doesn't have to be a jocose. He can be reserve if he wants to. He knows when to take a joke or even make one. In fact, he can make me laugh really, really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is smart. When I say smart I'm not saying he has to explain what's the Theory of Relativity means or that he is an Einstein kind of smart. He's just someone who can mentally challenge me. He's someone who can stand by his own point of view. I already have my own shadow to mimic and follow everything that I'm doing. I don't need someone who would keep on agreeing with what I'm saying thinking that would impress me or it won't hurt my feelings. He'd argue with me if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my guy share's a couple of common interests. True that opposite attracts but I'd want to be able to do things that we both can relate to and that we two love to do. May it be about music, movies, blogs, coffee or books or all of the above as long as there's something we have that we love doing together. I know that'll be a big help in our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guy has a romantic side as well. He'd take some time to drop by  a flower-shop and handpick a handful of flowers for me or drop by our favorite food chain and order lunch for the two of us. He'd call me before he sleeps and most of the time he'd read me off to sleep or even sing me a lullaby. =p My man doesn't find it corny to say I love you to me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We share the same Faith. He values God as much as I do. He believes that with Christ at the center of our relationship, our foundation is great. My man is there to hold my hand whenever it's time to sing Our Father and he kisses me during the peace be with you part of the Eucharistic mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright since those things I've mentioned above are some noble characteristics, let me put in some superficial dreams as well. He is at least 4 inches taller than me. I'm 5' 2" by the way. I want to be the one looking up and not the one looking down and now that I am starting to love heels, I don't want to stand taller than my partner whenever I am wearing one. And I'd love to fit snugly underneath my man's shoulder. And I want to add, he is sweet smelling too.^_^ OK, so much with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guy is a man of confidence. Proud enough to walk along side with me but humble enough to ask for forgiveness whenever he's wrong. He remembers his mom's birthday. He takes some time to get to know and get along with my family and friends. He's a great listener. He's a man of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. He is really quite a guy, isn't he?^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-6253258794785491237?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/6253258794785491237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-kind-of-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/6253258794785491237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/6253258794785491237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-kind-of-man.html' title='My kind of Man'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S0-KdSS6FBI/AAAAAAAACGY/8aSFWbPv5uo/s72-c/anonymous.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-8532012871597642418</id><published>2010-01-13T16:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T17:04:05.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kris allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Of A.I, K.A. and RD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rest Day: drop off laundry. early lunch.movie.bookstore.blog.go home.watch A.I.9 at 6.dinner.read off to sleep. dream.dream.dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what my FB status says. Yup, it's finally my rest day. I'm not much of a planner or at least I was not. But possibly that's one of the things I am trying to change. Thanks to my Starbucks planner, it makes things easier to fall into its proper places. Errr--- yeah. You read it right. Starbucks planner. And yeah, you can roll your eyeballs cause yes I am bragging about it.=p Not after all those late coffee night trip and coffee lunch date wit moi just to get all those stickers. And I finally got it last Jan. 6. SWEET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going back to my FB status, so far I am on schedule. I dropped off my laundry, grabbed some early lunch, did some laptop/cellphone/SLDR cam window shopping. Still thinking what to buy but I have a long list of choices already. Fickle. Fickle. Fickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Alvin and the Chipmunks. It's a funny movie but it's pretty much really for kids. Charice had a special participation in the movie. Real Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Powerbooks and National Bookstore. They're on SALE! Goodness. Is there anymore evil/tempting than that? Anyway, maybe this year I'd read more classics. I had Wuthering Heights and To Kill a Mocking Bird. Been wanting to read these two for a long time now. Wuthering Heights was mentioned in the Twilight Series while To Kill a Mockingbird is the book Mandy Moore was reading when she was portraying Jamie Sullivan from the movie A Walk to Remember. Very Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course right now I am on the blogging part. Obviously. Then I just have to wait for 6 PM for the opening of American Idol Season 9 and what a perfect timing! My land lord just had our TV set at home hook up with a cable connection. Just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking for A.I., Did you know that Kris Allen, as in &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; Kris Allen is going here in Cebu this Feb. 5? No kidding! Though I haven't heard/seen any official news but it's such a big buzz here in the city and in some blogging sites. I sure hope he will. And if he does, just expect to see me there in the front row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what I'll be dreaming of tonight after dinner and as I read off my self to sleep. Him singing, strumming his guitar just a few feet away from me. Who knows, maybe I could have an autograph and some smooch from him. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like an A.I. song, &lt;em&gt;if you don't dream big then what's the use of dreaming?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426144694819920914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S02J2dqcnBI/AAAAAAAACGA/wpdXcQyENT4/s320/KrisAllen.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;he'll be pointing at me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426144698738264434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S02J2sQpyXI/AAAAAAAACGI/FTod-oKUmGY/s320/Kris+Allen.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;then I'll get to see that sexy smile from that sexy face.^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream. Dream. Dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-8532012871597642418?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/8532012871597642418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-ai-ka-and-rd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/8532012871597642418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/8532012871597642418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-ai-ka-and-rd.html' title='Of A.I, K.A. and RD'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S02J2dqcnBI/AAAAAAAACGA/wpdXcQyENT4/s72-c/KrisAllen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-1427546675262832514</id><published>2010-01-11T08:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:08:23.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009 movies'/><title type='text'>Sherlock Holmes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S0pw9u5-8pI/AAAAAAAACF4/heIH2fsTgxU/s1600-h/holmes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S0pw9u5-8pI/AAAAAAAACF4/heIH2fsTgxU/s320/holmes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425272906986746514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in High School, I tried reading some of Sherlock Holmes detective stories but I've given up reading on the said series mainly because my reading comprehension and knack for books was not that good back then. If we'd talk about detective stories , I was more of a Hardy Boys reader. So I really don't have a good background of what  Sherlock's character should be.  Thanks to Robert Downey's great acting, I'm no stranger to Sherlock now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But having said that, I can not established a point of comparison as to whether the movie adaptation is near or if it's another one of those movies who deviates from it's original book story. But that set aside, I'm pretty sure Holme's personality is close to how Downey portrayed him: untidy, nearly crazy, unmeticulous, brawler, with inclination to isolation kind of guy. That doesn't sound like an apt description of the best detective ever. But we have to be amazed by Holme's observing skills, he pays a lot of attention to details and I must say good predicting skills (especially if he is fighting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The setting was in old London where Holme's solves the mystery of the "resurrection" of Lord Blackwood (portrayed by Mark Strong) with a help from his partner. If Batman has Robin, Green Hornet has Kato, Darna has Ding  (ooopppss....not sure if that's right =p ) but so is Sherlock Holmes, we got Dr. John Watson portrayed by one of my all-time-crush Jude Law. They really have a good chemistry. Good love team. haha. Seriously, they really do. And I got a feeling this movie will have a sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first ever movie I watched for this year. Funny, great fight scenes, excellent and good looking actors. A good start for this year's up and coming movie experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: ★★★★☆&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-1427546675262832514?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/1427546675262832514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/sherlock-holmes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1427546675262832514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1427546675262832514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/sherlock-holmes.html' title='Sherlock Holmes'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/S0pw9u5-8pI/AAAAAAAACF4/heIH2fsTgxU/s72-c/holmes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-3650131958028826810</id><published>2010-01-09T08:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T09:02:42.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginnings'/><title type='text'>Resolutions.</title><content type='html'>Avoid fast food. Lessen Coke in take. Starbucks coffee must only be once or twice a week. Instant coffee: one cup a day only. 1 hour of physical activity everyday (jogging/treadmill). Go to movie house only every other week. Say NO to liquor. Church at least 2 to 3 times a week. Start doing some self-review.  Solve mathematical problems for at least 10 numbers a day. Call mom on a daily basis. Sleep 7 hours max. Blog as often as possible. Read more books. Save. Save. Save!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Quite a handful. Such a tall list of resolutions. But nah, those are simply things I wish I can do but it does not necessarily mean I will do them. Yup, I don't intend to religiously follow or do all of these things. So what's the point of mentioning/writing them if I don't intend to do them? Let's just say I'm simply joining the bandwagon. New Year's Resolution. Very Tacky. And I am 9 days late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've long give up on New Year's Resolution. As one gets older, as one matures (naks!) =) One realizes that you can pretty much make or start your resolutions any time of the year. It was somehow just a tradition especially for us Filipinos to have resolutions every new year. But it was never compulsory. So as for me, I don't think January is the right month to make major resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do have plans or things I am intending to do this 2010. I am intending to make this year as my period of learning. Such a very grand ambition. Haha. But in a way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that before the year ends I'd be able to get a driver's license, learn to play a full piano musical piece, if it's not too much, I'd like to relearn C language or learn maybe Java and maybe take some dancing lessons? lol. Kidding about the last part but who knows. Maybe I will. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that I haven't mentioned (yet) anything pertaining to matters of the heart. Well, let's just say that's also one of my intentions this year, I will not put that in the top priority. Had too much focus on that last year. So Heart-thing must be put aside for the mean time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we'll see. (I think I've been using this line very often these days: we'll see). But we will never really know if I'd be able to learn or do all of these resolutions right? At least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again, we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-3650131958028826810?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/3650131958028826810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/3650131958028826810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/3650131958028826810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions.'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-3112009364824869505</id><published>2010-01-07T04:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T04:33:25.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Greetings</title><content type='html'>It's been a while. I know. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't ever think that this is one of my resolutions for this new year: blog less often. Definitely not. It's just that these past few days, I've been spending most of my time with my family especially with my younger siblings and I don't want to spend that much time in front of the computer. Quality time with family comes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a week, exactly 7 days of vacation period. 2 days leave, 2 days rest days, 2 days swap, and 1 day absence. I was able to spend my new year with family which of course is definitely better than my Christmas holiday. I spent most of my time watching movies/series with my siblings, playing video games and even had a sing-along and jamming sessions with them as well. I could pretty much give in to their perks. After all, what's the use of all those 13th month pay and regular monthly pays but for them and them alone.  And in times like this, I get to realize that settling down is definitely far from my list of priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also was able to get to see my gang. I'm really happy to see them again. I miss them a lot. They're technically next to family. And I had gifts! A super-uber-girly-golden bag from Tots and The Secret by Rhonda Byrne book from Pards which will be the first book I'll get to read for this year. Cool! We also get to share and eat Tikoy courtesy of Dave. That means we'll stick together forever and ever! One thing great about our gang is we pretty much know when to butt-in the nitty-gritty part. Well of course we know that among the 4 of us, only 1 is technically in a relationship. Deal was, next time we'll have a get-together there will be 8 of us. As in 4 of us with our dates/BF. lol. errrr----that means I must not go home for at least another year. haha. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just realized that I haven't really greeted my readers here in my blog. So to my readers,( special mention to my avid followers/constant readers) Pards, Tots, Dave, Raymund, Abigail, Kasan, Johanna/Sue, Giselle, Victoria, Harris, Anthony, Justin, Carly, Benedict, Sam, Gladys, Madison, Josie, Anna Manuel, Oliver, Tyler and even to my fans Kris Allen, Channing Tatum, Shane West, Joseph Gordon Levitt, John Lloyd Cruz and Iggy =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year and thanks for all the support!XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all have a wonderful year ahead.^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-3112009364824869505?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/3112009364824869505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/greetings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/3112009364824869505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/3112009364824869505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/greetings.html' title='Greetings'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-1666344443700857020</id><published>2010-01-01T13:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:41:59.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginnings'/><title type='text'>At the Beginning</title><content type='html'>New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm 22. Turning 23 six months from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does 2010 in store for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's ever sure of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one thing seems to be certain: there’s more growing up for me to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-1666344443700857020?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/1666344443700857020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/at-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1666344443700857020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1666344443700857020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/at-beginning.html' title='At the Beginning'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-3801219868122855400</id><published>2009-12-31T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T08:44:01.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Year End Special</title><content type='html'>It's the last day of the year. Oh sorry, I think that was my opening line for my last blog entry but just can't get a way with it. I never had a time to post a blog for the last days but I don't want the year to end with out blogging anything. 2009 is extra special cause this year is the birth of this blog site. So I better write something on this last day. And as you can see I did some panic-blogging. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009. What a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year had already passed. Wow, it feels like it was only yesterday that I am also writing a post such as this in my old blog site. How was my 2009? What are the changes and the things that had remained unchanged for me for this year? Was I happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course if we are to sum up everything, I've been truly blessed this year. How will I put it? hmmmm...Ok, since it's December 31 here's the Top 31 things that had made me pre-occupied/busy/happy/sad for this year that I could think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Starbucks. I had coffee almost everyday especially for this month from Starbucks. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naghahabol na malagyan lahat ng sticker para makakuha ng&lt;/span&gt; 2010 planner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Got addicted to American Idol. Became a super fan of Kris Allen. Got all his AI songs,post-AI album and his first ever self-titled album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Became a godmother for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Got 122  Blog posts including this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I became the queen of Overtime at work. Always on call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Started blogging and blogged like there's no tomorrow. Happy that a lot of people are reading my blogs. And even happier that a lot can tolerate my narcissism.=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Had Dates. Deals. Whatever you call it. Went out with some guys just for the sake of "going out" and in the name of dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Met new friends from other accounts and from other call-centers. I am amazed with the human brain, as to how it can process all these faces and names together. cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Was able to go home 4 times this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Panic buying for books. I'm running out of boxes in our boarding house as to where I can place all those books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Drank a number of beer with college friends and office mates in Cebu. Good news: I did not pass out. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Won two raffles in our office. Prizes: a timex watch and a personal refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Liked Astroboy again. But take note, like. But yeah, I guess I never stopped liking him. Followed his blogs, his posts, all his replies and yes even his love life.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Celebrated my 22nd birthday. 22 years of single-blessednes.=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Argued with a number of customers but pleased and satisfied hundreds of callers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I only had 3 haircuts for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Got addicted to facebook. There was a time that I was updating my status message almost every 20 minutes. Disliked Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Was transferred to another account. More calls, more stressful, much harder. But already use to it. New environment, new people, new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The only concert that I get to watch this year is Sarah Geronimo's The Next One. But that was a VIP ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I finally get to meet and able to shook hands with John Lloyd but still no pic with him.=( maybe next year?^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Started changing wardrobe. Starting to switch from shirt to blouse, straight cut to skinny jeans, flats to heels. But I still love jeans and sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Had two new crushes on the list: Jordan Gordon Levitt from 500 Days of Summer and my office mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Became a love doctor/love advicer but still ended up confuse about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Watched movies alone for a lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Record breaking info: never cried this year because of a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Maybe because I have crushes but I was technically not in love with any guy, not even Astroboy made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Became more open-minded with my present civil status: single. Finally admitted that the more you search for it, the more you can't find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I was never absent for work for the entire year. And I was never tardy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was only sick once, like I had a headache or I have occasional sore throats but I was pretty much healthy the whole year. (Thank God)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stronger faith. Attended mass regularly every Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Started the year waiting and ended the year hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is it. 2009 is almost over. As much as we like some things to remain suspended in time, they never do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-3801219868122855400?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/3801219868122855400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-end-special.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/3801219868122855400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/3801219868122855400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-end-special.html' title='Year End Special'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-6657736688052891400</id><published>2009-12-31T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:38:55.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Final Countdown</title><content type='html'>"Last day of the year." I think this is the most used sentence today. And you can't help but to get nostalgic during times like these right? It's just the right feeling. Anyway, I'd let that sink in first and so for now I am going to give my own countdown. My Top fives for the year 2009. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kala nyo sa radyo at TV lang, sa blog pwede rin&lt;/span&gt;=p ). So here it is, my top 5 favorite for the websites, music, movie, books and coffee shop categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Websites: (most visited sites aside from search engine sites)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTtc1FHJmw8"&gt;youtube.com&lt;/a&gt; - thanks to this site, get to see reruns of Susan Boyle and Kris Allen's performance&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.helium.com/items/1337270-reasons-for-being-single"&gt;helium.com&lt;/a&gt; - for a while, I was hook to this site. "side-line".&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/KristineCuer"&gt;twitter.com&lt;/a&gt; - I get to follow favorite artists and friends. Follow me too.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/naruto/"&gt;onemanga.com&lt;/a&gt; - best friend during idle time. Naruto!&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/kristinecuer"&gt; facebook.com&lt;/a&gt; - love love love this site. Best social networking site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: (most played in my playlist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home by Michael Bubble&lt;/span&gt; - this became my theme song whenever I feel homesick and sad.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mad by Neyo&lt;/span&gt; - although I can not technically relate to this, I love the lyrics and the melody and I even liked it more when I saw the video of a pair from So You Think You Can Dance interpreting this song.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Truth by Kris Allen&lt;/span&gt; - my most favorite song from Kris Allen's first Album.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jump then Fall  by Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt; - I can relate to the lyrics. that's all bow.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Make You Feel my Love by Kris Allen &lt;/span&gt;- This is the first song that Kris sang that I actually loved and went crazy over. I Was instantly hooked with American Idol season 08 after that. And yes I became an instant fan of Kris and yep still a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hurt Locker&lt;/span&gt; - One of the best war movies I've ever seen. Very moving.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up&lt;/span&gt; - First 3D film I've watched. Movies for the young and the adults. Funny and very heart-warming.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/span&gt; - The only Star-trek film that I get to watch and I fell in love with the movie right on. Great story line.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avatar&lt;/span&gt; - Great Effects. Great Script. Great story. Great movie. Exceeded my expectations. James Cameron is really the man.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;500 Days of Summer&lt;/span&gt; - Became my "bible" about love and relationships this year. Love the OST and love the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books: (books I've read this year but not necessarily published in 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear John by Nicholas Sparks&lt;/span&gt; - what do we expect from Mr. Sparks? heartbreaks and melodramatic lines of course. Cried while reading this book. Can't wait for the movie adaptation.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold&lt;/span&gt; - Love the intro, weird ending but good book all in all. Very unique writing style.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life of Pi by Yann Martel&lt;/span&gt; - Another weird book. But weird in a good way. About a man of many faith. A story of survival.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Choice by Nicholas Sparks&lt;/span&gt;- Another Sparks novel. T_T need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch&lt;/span&gt; - about the last lecture given by Randy, a professor who died from cancer. A story about how to reach your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee shops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boss Coffee&lt;/span&gt; - coffee shop inside the fully-booked bookstore. I like their cafe mocha.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coffee Bean&lt;/span&gt; - just light bended. a little less expensive than other shops. love their cafe latte.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunkin' Donuts &lt;/span&gt;- Bunwich and Coffee. Bunwich reminds me of someone and coffee is me. =p but I love their brewed coffee.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seattle's Best&lt;/span&gt; - Like their Raspberry Kiss Mocha. Free Wi-fi too.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; - I want stickers! lol. Still love their White Chocolate Mocha and Java Chip for their Frap. I love their barista too. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! So there you go. This has been you BJ (Blog Jockey) Kristine  signing off.XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-6657736688052891400?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/6657736688052891400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/final-countdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/6657736688052891400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/6657736688052891400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/final-countdown.html' title='Final Countdown'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-1483769313353092670</id><published>2009-12-31T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:38:25.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>High School Never Ends</title><content type='html'>I'm very much in demand these days. I feel like a popular music artist with a tag: "Kristine-On-Demand", cause every one wants to see and get a piece of me. lol. Of course cause I've been a way for a long time now and it's just now that I had a little longer vacation period than usual. So first stop: High School Reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had it the night of the day I arrived. Hope that makes sense. =p But I feel extra special 'cause the original date was December 27 and if that was the case of course I'll never make it. But good thing, it was moved last 29th to accommodate me. haha. Nah, I really don't know the reason why it was moved. But whatever that was doesn't matter. We had the time/night of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our reunion in my best-friend's place. Back in high-school, his place is one of those we usually go to whenever we'll have parties or make our school project. Tita (his mom) is always generous and good enough to tolerate our noise. The food was great. And though not everybody back in highschool were able to make it, we were able to make use of our resources, that means more food for everyone. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun. We played charades, boys versus girls, and I have to admit, our boys are really really good! We will have our revenge next time! We also did videoke (yes, I too sang, no wonder it rained that night)haha. And of course the nitty-gritty part: checking on each other's love life. I wanted to answer: working on it. lol. But Nah...I had the usual answer of course: Technically single but yes waiting/searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School. One of the best years of my life. And that though right now we all have our own life to live: engineers, call-center agents, nurses, accountants, HR...we will always look back to those times when the boys are still wearing khaki pants and the girls are wearing green-checkered skirts. I'd always be grateful and happy to be a part of the Monami/401 Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/Sz2D3pn16kI/AAAAAAAACFY/jRmDSioEZBI/s1600-h/401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/Sz2D3pn16kI/AAAAAAAACFY/jRmDSioEZBI/s320/401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421634518512953922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;401/ Monami Family&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/Sz2D3zxvkJI/AAAAAAAACFg/bT7T29GWAwI/s1600-h/best+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/Sz2D3zxvkJI/AAAAAAAACFg/bT7T29GWAwI/s320/best+and+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421634521238835346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best 'n me. waahhhh si Dixie nag-intra. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/Sz2D4QMhozI/AAAAAAAACFo/FxhwpIGbZmg/s1600-h/kumakanta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/Sz2D4QMhozI/AAAAAAAACFo/FxhwpIGbZmg/s320/kumakanta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421634528867361586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no wonder it rained that night.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/Sz2D4v_cgcI/AAAAAAAACFw/tl6zbqBvJH8/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/Sz2D4v_cgcI/AAAAAAAACFw/tl6zbqBvJH8/s320/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421634537402433986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;patweetums =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-1483769313353092670?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/1483769313353092670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/high-school-never-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1483769313353092670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/1483769313353092670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2010/01/high-school-never-ends.html' title='High School Never Ends'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/Sz2D3pn16kI/AAAAAAAACFY/jRmDSioEZBI/s72-c/401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-6602957260317052588</id><published>2009-12-31T18:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:58:58.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/Sz2AbxEPAEI/AAAAAAAACFQ/8CMBdetC54E/s1600-h/bacolod-silay+airport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/Sz2AbxEPAEI/AAAAAAAACFQ/8CMBdetC54E/s320/bacolod-silay+airport.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421630740939866178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally back. I'm finally home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew back home last Monday morning. The plane landed 10 minutes ahead of arrival schedule which was a very good thing. The entire flight though was not that enjoyable. There was a lot of turbulence and I felt like the plane was going to crash anytime. I think I was extra sensitive that morning. I can feel the entire plane shaking and I tried to concentrate listening to my playlist. I was sitting beside the window pane where the airplane's propeller is located and I was imagining that the propeller will malfunction anytime and then it will hit directly towards my location. Or that the plane will have an emergency landing in the water and that we'd all be wearing life vests while waiting for the rescue team to arrive. Geez...I think that's one of the side-effects of watching too much movie. Imagine my relief when the plane finally hits land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my younger bro and aunt who fetch me from the airport. My mom was admitted in the hospital which of course was not really a good post-Christmas gift and a welcoming party. Thank God she's all better and all ready to go out the hospital when I arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much had change in our province. There are still roads which were under-construction just like the last time I went home. How long thus a reconstruction of a road usually takes? A month, a year? I've been staying in Cebu for a year and 9 months now but those roads have always been under construction and the traffic lights in the intersection of our city is still not lit up. What the heck are they going to do with those traffic lights if they'd let it left unused? It's crazy. I just can't understand why until now they just can't turn on those traffic lights. What are they waiting for? For those to rust? Or for election day? Effin Politicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's really good to be back. I can forget/disregard those things for a while knowing that those are part of the imperfections of the place where I grew up. It's still amazes me that in here I get to speak my first dialect. And though there are times now where in I find it awkward/funny listening to this sing-song-type of dialect it's good to speak them again. I'll left unuse my twang for the mean time.=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to think of work for now. I'm spending the rest of my vacation catching up with the lost times with my family and friends. For I know this will end pretty soon and I have to get back there. Sometimes I'm thinking of finding a job here in my province instead. But that remains to be seen. Well, 2010 will be another year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-6602957260317052588?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/6602957260317052588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/6602957260317052588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/6602957260317052588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/Sz2AbxEPAEI/AAAAAAAACFQ/8CMBdetC54E/s72-c/bacolod-silay+airport.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-3876246849286252307</id><published>2009-12-24T22:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T23:55:06.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>I wanted to write a blog about Christmas but I don't want to write something sad and sappy during this time of the year. Don't get me wrong, it's not entirely that bad and all but you'd get my point right away if I'd say that I am away from my family during this celebration for the 2nd time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I simply found some ways to lighten up the evening. I am technically working tonight but that should not stop us from having some fun right? So here's to Christmas and idle time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SzOKrHW1P8I/AAAAAAAACBU/Y7yt-qYsnp0/s1600-h/cute+cute+hehe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SzOKrHW1P8I/AAAAAAAACBU/Y7yt-qYsnp0/s400/cute+cute+hehe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418827249970659266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SzOM9xBaskI/AAAAAAAACCM/fuQPZwOpooo/s1600-h/with+gem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SzOM9xBaskI/AAAAAAAACCM/fuQPZwOpooo/s400/with+gem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418829769416028738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SzOM9DRPRMI/AAAAAAAACB8/eMCOy8FR3uM/s1600-h/rofl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merry Christmas to Everyone&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-3876246849286252307?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/3876246849286252307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/3876246849286252307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/3876246849286252307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SzOKrHW1P8I/AAAAAAAACBU/Y7yt-qYsnp0/s72-c/cute+cute+hehe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-2108089850499991721</id><published>2009-12-22T21:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:18:26.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbreaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>jump then fall in to me.</title><content type='html'>While some of my office mates were busy dancing last company Christmas party that we had, me and my friend Abbie busied our selves having photo-ops with any cosplayer that we could see. Abbie was tagging me along with her till such time we saw him. Abbie said she have a plan. It's hypocritical to say that I am not excited with the thought of whatever that plan might be but the shy/modest me is holding me back. The last thing I need that night is him thinking/confirming that I do like him. But maybe after that night whatever doubt he might had is already non-existent today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbie continued walking while I remained standing a few steps away, enough for me to hear and see what's happening at the corner of my eyes. He too was busy taking pictures and talking with some of his peers. He seemed to be nonchalant that Abbie was trying to get his attention. And so much to my surprise, Abbie forcibly pulled him to let him face her and with a tone that's more of a statement rather than a request said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I borrow you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost laugh when I heard that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even before he could answer she then pulled him over and when she reached my location, she pulled me as well, and let us stand side by side and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, I'll take your picture".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so there I was, forcing my self to smile, trying not to mind the uneven beating of my heart and trying not to think that he's actually there beside me smiling for the camera too. For once, I honestly forgot what's the right way to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to remember what happened next. I guess I just forced a smile and silently said thanks, turned my back and tried not to look back with two thoughts running in my head: What the hell just happened? and I must get out of here. And so I pretended to go to another cosplayer, acting as if I'd have another photo-op.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I didn't saw that coming. I was somehow thinking that it's pretty much possible to have a picture with him that night but the right question was how. Abbie pretty much figured that out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, as far as me taking the "initiative" or making the first move to tell a guy that I do like him, it always involves a person like Abbie --- a friend who really enjoys/likes teasing me or a friend who would do everything to make me feel uncomfortably happy. In Abbie's case, that would be both. Over the years I've relied on quite a few "Abbies" to help me out. Help me out to get her job done to give me precisely what I want and when I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like what happened that night, Abbie did her job properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy. But every time something like this happens I just find myself fighting the urge to thrust myself forward ---head-first and heart-first --- never minding if that someone will actually care to catch when I try to jump right off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, I continually and still fight that urge to jump over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to be reminded that I need to be patient. I don't like to be reminded that being single involves a little amount of waiting ---alright make that a lot of waiting. But the more I think about it maybe (just maybe) patience is indeed the best virtue any woman should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds primitive but I still want a guy (not necessarily the one I mentioned above) to do the jumping first. I want him to jump and fall in to me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminded me of a line from a Taylor Swift song: &lt;em&gt;Don't be afraid to jump then fall, jump then fall into me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I wait for a guy who's not afraid to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I am left looking at folded photographs hoping, wishing, dreaming he might be the one who'd do &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-2108089850499991721?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/2108089850499991721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/12/jump-then-fall-in-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/2108089850499991721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/2108089850499991721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/12/jump-then-fall-in-to-me.html' title='jump then fall in to me.'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-2337781969286355645</id><published>2009-12-21T12:56:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T13:51:03.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cebu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Cosplay Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>Finally...2 Christmas parties down, 3 more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our account Christmas party last Friday and last Saturday, we had our company party at Marco Polo Hotel, Cebu City. Remember the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cosplay&lt;/span&gt; party I've been mentioning before? Finally, we had it last Sat. And no, I was not a cosplayer that night. I only went there to eat. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I know. Party &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pooper&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was really fun. Me and an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;office mate&lt;/span&gt; decided that since we don't have an appropriate costume, we decided to simply look like an assassin. And the stereotype assassin always wears black. So while she decided to wear a black top and pants, I went for a black dress and a black mean looking shoes. What I mean by mean is some shoe with heels and that literally is mean for my feet. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I went for wedge though rather than cigarette heels. I don't think I'd get through the night if I had the latter kind of heels. But to be honest about it, I love it! I'm seriously considering switching from doll/ballet kind of shoes to sandals/step-in/ and even gladiator shoes! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ooopsss&lt;/span&gt;....sorry, we're suppose to talk about Christmas party here and not about shoes. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going back, just like what I've said, the party was great. The food were mouth-watering. The host is good looking.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; And it's good to see some people who really made an effort putting on some costume. My favorite group? The group of guys who wore &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Akatsuki&lt;/span&gt; uniform from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Naruto&lt;/span&gt; and they opened the party with such a great dance number! Good looking guys and great dancers. Just so my type. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I had a photo-op with all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cosplayers&lt;/span&gt; that night. And not to mention I also had a photo-op with &lt;em&gt;him.&lt;/em&gt; ^_^ But then again, that will be another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all, I won a personal refrigerator during the raffle draw. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I am now being tag as a raffle-queen. My friends are urging me to buy a lottery ticket and try my luck to the next level. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of selling that fridge. I don't think I need it here. So if you know any prospect buyer please tell me, I'll give discounts and I'll give you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;commission too&lt;/span&gt;. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haaayyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;....What a night. Fun. Fun. Fun! And I'm still thinking of that photo-op^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, Work for it with fun always indeed.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417557908042369906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/Sy8INsL5S3I/AAAAAAAAB84/Rx3MHzZEDRM/s400/cosplay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with Avatar - The last Air Bender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417557910329781954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/Sy8IN0tQbsI/AAAAAAAAB9A/HeHzLpxbJRQ/s400/akatsuki.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Akatsuki&lt;/span&gt; - Never thought they too can dance! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weeeeee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417557921817996658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/Sy8IOfgQrXI/AAAAAAAAB9I/60qqHS99D2Q/s400/shohoku.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shohoku with Coach Ansi. Rukawa! Rukawa! Rukawa!=p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;photo credits for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://aromaofworship.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abbie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-2337781969286355645?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/2337781969286355645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/12/cosplay-christmas-party.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/2337781969286355645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/2337781969286355645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/12/cosplay-christmas-party.html' title='Cosplay Christmas Party'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/Sy8INsL5S3I/AAAAAAAAB84/Rx3MHzZEDRM/s72-c/cosplay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-4170767167581341563</id><published>2009-12-13T18:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:45:49.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cebu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Children, don't stop dancing.</title><content type='html'>After working for 8 days straight 'cause of a sudden change of sched, finally a rest day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out for some social work today. Our company had an outreach program in Pari-An Social Center here in Cebu and I decided to join instead of spending my day sleeping/sulking in my room. Better do something worthwhile than to waste my time doing practically nothing. Good thing I did come. It was a fun-filled/fulfilling experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always love children, no matter how annoying they could get, no matter how rowdy they could become, they still remain lovable. I love kids primarily because I do have two small/younger siblings and a lot of nieces and nephews from my brother and cousins. I love children because they remind me of my youth. They make me wish I could be like them again too: carefree, innocent, full of life, truthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a member of any NGO or any Social Worker Organization but I've done a couple of humanitarian works before. I remember back in college, there was a time when every Saturday, me and my friends will go to a certain baranggay and we will teach little girls Math, English and Religion. Doing social works is some sort of a reality check. It's hard to complain when you got to realize that your problem is nothing compared to what these less fortunate people have. It makes you feel guilty that you spent three-thousand pesos for a pair of shoes then you met this kid whose slippers badly needed to be replaced. And we are not talking about money alone here. It will also make you appreciate the importance of home and that though you are alone somewhere, you know pretty well that you still have a home you can come back anytime unlike those children. The streets became their home. Pari-An is just one of those organizations who is trying to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad but often times, we have to see other people misfortunes for us to start counting our blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, pictures are yet to come. My camera phone needs some repairing so I got no pictures of my own. Have to wait for some pictures from those office mates who brought their cams. I hope I can also get a copy from the "he took my picture not just once but thrice!" =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway going back, it was definitely worth going there. And during the program when the children were in the center dancing and singing, I suddenly remembered a line from a Creed song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Children don't stop dancing believe you can fly away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-4170767167581341563?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/4170767167581341563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/12/children-dont-stop-dancing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/4170767167581341563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/4170767167581341563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/12/children-dont-stop-dancing.html' title='Children, don&apos;t stop dancing.'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-400384482022199897</id><published>2009-12-12T17:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:50:33.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr. right'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbreaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Pretty much</title><content type='html'>I am obsess with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sound true if we'd actually base it on this blog site, my hand-written journals, facebook status messages, twitter tweets, I pretty much talk about it most of the time. Which seems pretty much funny as well since technically speaking I've never been in a relationship which I've pretty much mentioned a lot of times too. Possibly, this inexperienced/lack-there-of contributes to that obsession as well. My innermost desire of creating my own fairy-tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, pretty much something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could think of a lot of reasons as to whom I could put the blame on this obsession. We have Nicholas Sparks and his novels. There's the A Walk to Remember, 500 Days of Summer, Now that I have You, One More Chance ---rom/com, rom/drama kind of movies. There's My Lovely Kim Sam Soon, Full House, Save your Last Dance for Me Korean series. The Maging Sino Ka Man teleserye. And of course I must not forget Beauty and the Beast, Anastacia and Cinderella---the damsel in distress and knight in shining armour kind of stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love certainly amazes me. I just can't help my self but be fascinated by it. I'm a sucker for love notes, love stories, love songs, proposals and I could simply melt right on whenever a guy starts playing and sing along with his guitar. I love serenades even though their not dedicated for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is pretty much like a mathematical equation for me. The one that looks complicated at first glance because of all it's power and roots. Only to realize that after taking out the square roots and adding like terms, the equation is simple after all. Okay, I’m beginning to blabber here and gibberish so, so much for the talks about math but that analogy makes sense to me after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is just my view on love and relationship (esp. on romantic one). It's like you're standing beside an outdoor pool under the heat of the sun. The water from the pool is so clear...so cool yet so warm...so refreshing...so much inviting you to jump in to it and get wet...looks so wonderful...looks so enticing...Pretty much perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most especially when you're not in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might sound like a boost of my bravado but if I'd really want to, I had long been in a relationship. I've met guys who are good enough (or maybe blinded enough. lol) to show interest over me. That's flattering. But I always find my self saying no. Primarily because, I never wanted to say yes to someone just for the sake of changing the status of my social networking sites profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do want my own share of romantic dinners, flowers, a photo-album full of our photographs together, a hand to hold, someone who'd say he loves me everyday of our lives. I do want to write about how our day together went out, of how well we complement each other, of how much we love each other. I do want to write and say the line: Finally, I've finally found someone. The search is over. The wait is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But True Love Waits the bible says. And so I wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never intended to have things turn out the way that they have for me right now. Though yes, I do find it weird that until now, I've never been in a romantic relationship. And yes I do complain about it pretty much and that even made me wonder if there's something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I take a step backwards and view what I'm having/living right now, I can honestly say I wouldn't have it any other way. Cause though right now, I am still standing beside that pool looking over it, waiting, I know the right guy will finally come and take &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; plunge with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thinking about it, makes all the difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-400384482022199897?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/400384482022199897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/12/pretty-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/400384482022199897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/400384482022199897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/12/pretty-much.html' title='Pretty much'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-5229798414164688292</id><published>2009-12-11T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T05:29:42.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbreaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>Surreal</title><content type='html'>What would you do if your crush/the one you like/the one you love has a crush/likes/loves someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often find myself raising an eyebrow  whenever someone would post that question to me. Most of the times, I'd just jokingly reply that I'd simply smile outside but cry from the inside. But of course anyone would most likely agree that there's more truth in it than a simple joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes unrequited love again. And that really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, what must one do if faced in a situation such as that? Especially if he'd tell it to you directly that he likes this girl and he looks happy and elated about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, the only thing I could think of is to never let my face betray what I really feels inside. Maybe pride is all I have. And if I will let that guard down, what would be left of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life indeed will be so much easier if the person we like could always like us back. Especially from a woman's point of view, it's way better if guys would always like us first. Unfortunately though, that's not the usual case. We are often left to hope much like plucking petals from a flower wishing "He loves me" will come true, only to realize that the last petal falls to "He loves me not".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that really stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, what line separates the difference between being nice and giving out the wrong signals? More often than not, we'll never know what that line is. And most of the time, we learn it the hard way. We just realized/knew that his eyes/heart were not meant for us after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just the one who's always trying to convince ourselves that they have a crush on us too, that they too like us, that they too love us. We were trapped in surreality.  We hoped. We believed.  Only to realize later on that we were like looking through crush-colored glasses. Nothing was real. What you thought was something is nothing after all. Absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what are we left with? Ashes of a burnt journal, wet pillows, a lonely heart, a broken heart, a disappointed feeling and an unanswered question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever thought that he'd actually want someone like me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-5229798414164688292?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/5229798414164688292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/12/surreal.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/5229798414164688292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/5229798414164688292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/12/surreal.html' title='Surreal'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-6940025047949106536</id><published>2009-12-08T15:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T16:00:12.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cebu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeping habits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kris allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Halo-halo</title><content type='html'>May giyera ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan ang unang pumasok sa isip ko ng nabulabog ang mahimbing kong pagtulog dahil sa pagdaan ng &lt;em&gt;helicopter&lt;/em&gt; na sibayan ng pagpapaputok ng kapitbahay ng &lt;em&gt;whistle bomb&lt;/em&gt; habang umaawit pa rin si Kris Allen ng awiting humiling na sanay padalhan sya ng mga anghel ngayon. Nagtetesting siguro ng mga paputok para sa bagong taon si kapit-bahay. Kung nagtataka ka naman bakit biglang may dumaan na &lt;em&gt;helicopter, &lt;/em&gt;nakatira kasi ako malapit sa kampo ng mga sundalo kaya paminsan-minsa may dumarating talagang katulad nyan. Minsan nga may tatlong magkakasunod-sunod na malaking trak ang may-angkas na mga sundalo. Minsan tuloy akala ko may kudeta na dito sa Cebu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero kailangang matulog ulit. Malayo pa ang &lt;em&gt;day-off&lt;/em&gt; kaya kailangang wag masyadong magpuyat. Pero biglang kumalam ang tiyan. Nagtalo tuloy si mata at tyan. Napaisip tuloy ako, ano kaya ang uunahin? Antok o gutom? At aking napagtanto, mahirap matulog ng gutom. Kaya panalo si tiyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napagpasyahan kong pumunta na lang sa &lt;em&gt;mall.&lt;/em&gt; Wala rin naman akong maisip kong anong masarap kainin kaya mabuti ng maraming mapagpipilian. Kaya hayun, nagbihis, naglakad, sumakay ng jeep na panay &lt;em&gt;Call Center agen&lt;/em&gt;ts ang pasahero. Panay kasi ang pag-ingles at ang laman ng usapan any kung gaano ka bobo ng ibang Kano. Mejo sanay na rin ako sa paksang yan kaya itinudo ko na lang ang &lt;em&gt;volume&lt;/em&gt; ng &lt;em&gt;mp3&lt;/em&gt; ko. Si Kris Allen ulit, humiling parin na padalhan sya ng mga anghel ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakarating rin ako sa destinasyon. Buti na lang may nakaunang lalaki sa 'kin. Na-unang mag-&lt;em&gt;jay walking.&lt;/em&gt; Kaya hayun, pinapili ng pulis kung magbabayad ba sya ng isang daan o a-&lt;em&gt;attend&lt;/em&gt; ng tatlong oras na seminar ukol sa &lt;em&gt;traffic rules&lt;/em&gt;. Ako naman, napilitang maglakad papuntang &lt;em&gt;pedestrian lane&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa wakas nakakain na rin. Doon ako sa restaurant ni John Lloyd kumain. Isang &lt;em&gt;slice&lt;/em&gt; ng &lt;em&gt;pizza&lt;/em&gt;, isang&lt;em&gt; serve&lt;/em&gt; ng &lt;em&gt;spaghetti&lt;/em&gt;, isang piraso ng manok at isang baso ng Coke. &lt;em&gt;Solve&lt;/em&gt;! Busog na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumibot-libot na rin ako sa mall. Iniwasan ko muna ang &lt;em&gt;bookstores&lt;/em&gt;, ika nga eh, &lt;em&gt;stay away from temptations&lt;/em&gt; muna. Tumingin-tingin na lang ako sa mga &lt;em&gt;boutique&lt;/em&gt;. Nagbabakasakali na makahanap ng pwedeng isuot sa &lt;em&gt;cosplay X-mas party&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumagi na rin sa isip ko na pag hindi ako makakita ng maisusuot ng tulad ng kay Haruno Sakura, siguro bibili na lang ako ng &lt;em&gt;skirt&lt;/em&gt;, tapos &lt;em&gt;sleeveless top, knee-lenght&lt;/em&gt; na &lt;em&gt;stripes&lt;/em&gt; na medyas, tapos mag-&lt;em&gt;two-two-ears&lt;/em&gt;, tapos bibit-bitin ko na lang yung death note ko at presto! Si Misa Amane na ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O di kaya gugupitin at tatagpi-tagpiin ko ang mga damit ko at gagawing mukhang basahan at presto! Si Cinderella na ako, nung mahirap pa nga lang sya. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero mas maganda ata yung &lt;em&gt;suggestion &lt;/em&gt;ng kaibigan ko na maging Sleeping Beauty na lang raw ako, wala pang gastos. Di nga lang ako a-&lt;em&gt;attend &lt;/em&gt;ng party. Pero pag may nagtanong kung bakit ako &lt;em&gt;absent,&lt;/em&gt; sasabihin ko lang na si Sleeping Beauty ako nung gabing yun kaya nakatulog at di nakapunta sa party. haha. &lt;em&gt;joke3x!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang saya kapag Disyembre ano? Lalo na pag may trabaho ka. Alam mo kasing halos triple ng buwanang sahod ang pwede mong iuwi. Pero kaliwat-kanan rin naman ang selebrasyon at gastos. &lt;em&gt;Christmas party&lt;/em&gt; sa opisina, &lt;em&gt;homecomings&lt;/em&gt;, party kasama ang mga kaibigan nung &lt;em&gt;highschool&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;em&gt;college&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;em&gt;party&lt;/em&gt; sa bahay. Sabi nga kahit anong &lt;em&gt;party&lt;/em&gt; na lang ang naiisip ng tao, makahanap lang ng dahilan na maubos ang 13th month pay. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero di lahat masaya tuwing pasko lalo na yung kung tawagin ay parte ng SMC (Samahan ng Malalamig ang &lt;em&gt;Christmas&lt;/em&gt;). Yung &lt;em&gt;theme song&lt;/em&gt; eh kung hindi yung Sana Ngayong Pasko eh Pasko na Sinta ko ang palaging pinapatugtog. Mag-eemote pa yan, dudungaw sa binta, titingin sa langit na tila malayo ang tingin at malalim ang iniisip. Yung iba, may kasama pang hikbi. Ewan. Sa akin lang, sanayan lang yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasko na nga naman at tila nga kay tulin ng araw. Pero sa ngayon, kailangan ko na munang ituloy ang naudlot kong pagtulog sa saliw pa rin ng musika ni Kris Allen. Sana nga'y padalhan ako ng anghel ngayong araw.^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-6940025047949106536?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/6940025047949106536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/12/halo-halo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/6940025047949106536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/6940025047949106536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/12/halo-halo.html' title='Halo-halo'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-118448310632756026</id><published>2009-12-07T16:30:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:50:09.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='godmother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christendom'/><title type='text'>The godmother</title><content type='html'>I heard they'd be having a female movie version for the classic film The godfather played by Clint Eastwood. The actress who'd be playing the lead role for The godmother is a new actress in Hollywood. Her name is Jean Westwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one laughing here? OK. That was corny. I bet you don't even know that that was a joke. Tsk. Tsk. Yah, got to stick with the old school jokes.-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the only reason why I mentioned the godmother is because I am now officially one of them. I am now a godmother: the newest, the fairest, and the craziest of them all. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, I always have this notion that godfathers/godmothers or &lt;em&gt;ninongs/ninangs&lt;/em&gt; are old, married, and their sole purpose is to give gifts during Christmas. Well, now that I am part of the society I think we could say that those are not absolute truths. First thing I am still young.^_^ Second thing, I am definitely still single. And third thing, I do not just inted to be just my godson's gift giving godmother. I want to be his friend/mentor as well. I will teach him how to throw some punches, solve Calculus problems, and break some girls heart. Kidding!=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it still feels weird that someone will call me &lt;em&gt;ninang&lt;/em&gt; though technically I have to wait for maybe a year before the baby can talk. Some maybe are already use to it but since this is my first, it definitely feels odd but I'm glad for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can I say to my godson. May you grow-up just the way your mom and dad wants you to be and be as charming and loving as your godmother. May your heart be fueled with passion, be geared with unity so you can be driven towards victory. (That sounds like a sportsfest theme back in college. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, Welcome to the Christian world Matthew Timothy Ylagan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412418944142398114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SxzGWn0z0qI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/YioiMLtM-vM/s400/ninangs+and+ninong.jpg" /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;The ninangs and the ninong&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412419194131402114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SxzGlLG1TYI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/YrPoArhAB1k/s400/ninangs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Galing pa sa trabaho ang mga yan. Gutom at puyat kaya pasensya na lang kung&lt;br /&gt;walang naitindihan sa seminar. Ika-nga, ang mga babaeng walang pahinga. =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412419734766371954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SxzHEpIQRHI/AAAAAAAAB2g/Wsa0Z8ARy7E/s400/the+godmother+and+the+halo-halo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabi nila di raw yan halo-halo, salad yan! mas marami pa kasi ang sahog&lt;br /&gt;kesa sa yelo. Offended naman ako, di na nga ako marunong magluto, yang&lt;br /&gt;paghalo-halo lang wala pa ring alam! Pero totoo nga, yung lasa parang yung&lt;br /&gt;halo-halo na inilalako sa kalye, yung tig-lilimang piso bawat baso. lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412420066354829394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SxzHX8ZGmFI/AAAAAAAAB2o/YHwke6daleY/s400/matthew.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The host: Matthew Timothy Ylagan.^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-118448310632756026?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/118448310632756026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/12/godmother.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/118448310632756026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/118448310632756026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/12/godmother.html' title='The godmother'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SxzGWn0z0qI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/YioiMLtM-vM/s72-c/ninangs+and+ninong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-5382120329735086640</id><published>2009-12-03T16:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:45:07.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Oh boy, such a wonder.</title><content type='html'>I'll never understand men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Maybe any representative from the XY-clan will tell the same thing towards women as well. But bear in mind that the blogger is a female and any gender bias/ gender stereotypes are intentional. I mean, of personal opinion only. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been considered as one of the boys but that seems to be not enough for me to have a full understanding of their species. Maybe it's because of hormones. Or maybe because that's just how it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the first half of my life playing with my two older brothers. I was the youngest and the only girl for over ten-years so I pretty much do whatever they do. Video games, playing cards, marbles, action movies and yes I didn't mind picking up a fight over them (physically).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still things though that men never fails to fascinates me. First on the list: their love for brutal, high-adrenaline, gruesome action. We have to admit that though women are trying to penetrate these sports: boxing, wrestling and UFC are really for the men's world. I'm amazed by how men seems to have tendencies to prefer disgusting, yucky, smelly stuffs. How they like to destroy then build something. But most of all, it's amazing how they somehow manage to keep their phone calls in two-worded questions and one-worded responses. --- and they call that a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a wonder, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a member of the XX-clan there's only one thing that I find frustrating. Something that makes me want to wish I have Edward Cullen's special ability to read mind. Why does men just can not say what they feel right on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the temptation of jumping, of posting the questions for them are just so strong. Lines like...&lt;em&gt;Do you like me? Don't think about anything...just say what you feel...Do you like me? You never had just a slight feeling for me? Not even 1%...? Then I'll teach you one more thing...Don't do stuff like this...&lt;/em&gt;Traveling all the way down here, crossing the sea (now that's really romantic don't you think?), making excuses that you have to get some stuffs or you got this sudden desire to explore the city or buy some gifts for your sister or a book for school. &lt;em&gt;Do you know what that means? I might have feelings for you. If you don't have these feelings...then don't do stupid things like this! Don't make girls confused.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sorry. Just remembered Kim Sam Soon. But I'm telling you it's kind of frustrating for us women to do the waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard? If you like someone, then you like them...If you don't then you don't...Why is it so hard and complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sorry again, we are deviating from the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now what can I say as far as guys go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're crazy. They're immature. They're war-freaks. They're heart-breakers. They're like babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they're cute too. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still find myself falling for them --- over and over and over again.^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-5382120329735086640?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/5382120329735086640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-boy-such-wonder.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/5382120329735086640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/5382120329735086640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-boy-such-wonder.html' title='Oh boy, such a wonder.'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-546207195622994298</id><published>2009-12-02T10:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T10:21:53.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cebu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>another much for the blabbers</title><content type='html'>It's all set. I'm going home on the 29th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is sweet enough to buy my plane ticket for me. As much as I want to have it earlier, that's the best day I could choose if I want to have a vacation that's a little longer than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing though, December 29 means that I have to spend Christmas away from home. I'll be working on Christmas day much like Mr. Scrooge from A Christmas Carol. I'll be missing my high-school class reunion/Christmas party. I'll be missing a couple of friends birthday celebrations. Well, pretty much just like last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just got to get use to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I have to find ways to keep my self sane. Well, there's the upcoming christendom of my officemate's son and I'll be a godmother. The fairest godmother of them all. haha. There's of course the upcoming company Cosplay party (and till now, still no costume). A couple of good movies coming up (Been waiting for Astroboy, till now it's still not showing -_-). A coffee-shop's promo for a doodle book and a coffee mug(still need 12 more stamps to get my own copy). And of course there's work to keep me up all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, where's the love in between all of these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. OK you might be saying I am lying this time. But really, I have reasons why I could still ask that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking if I have to post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. So much for the blabbers indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-546207195622994298?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/546207195622994298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-much-for-blabbers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/546207195622994298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/546207195622994298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-much-for-blabbers.html' title='another much for the blabbers'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-3051131115222629776</id><published>2009-11-30T22:35:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:50:02.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JMVECK'/><title type='text'>♪♪♪CANDY ♪♪♪</title><content type='html'>I met this weird little girl some few years back&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in school I'm with her all day long&lt;br /&gt;And so I knew her from then on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only one with toddler's feet&lt;br /&gt;With Lizzie's voice (only when she speaks)&lt;br /&gt;She even got Hermione brain and hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's no material girl&lt;br /&gt;Though she could dance like step-up girl&lt;br /&gt;And she could even bring it on the cheer.&lt;br /&gt;And she...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;ould speak a hundred words under a minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nswer every question if she'd wanted to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ever want to see her sad face on (or you'll be sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;eprecate me or even sue me but she's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;our no-sugar-coated friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little girl grew up fast&lt;br /&gt;Though she could still fit in a Barbie's box&lt;br /&gt;But her heart fell in love though she still won't say who it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she won't even tell you that&lt;br /&gt;the right one has come along&lt;br /&gt;She'd rather keep things on her own But she...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;ould speak a hundred words under a minute&lt;br /&gt;(she could stop and listen if you want her to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nswer every question but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ever pretend she's always right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;eprecate me but I'd still say she's not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;our sugar-coated friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this weird little girl some few years back and from then on&lt;br /&gt;We've been together and I know I'll never find another&lt;br /&gt;weird...little friend like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SxRCF1z60oI/AAAAAAAAB14/4s_TNdq_Cnk/s1600/me+and+tots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410021720490431106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SxRCF1z60oI/AAAAAAAAB14/4s_TNdq_Cnk/s400/me+and+tots.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SxRCKGTNEzI/AAAAAAAAB2A/tjcUl0EhDyM/s1600/tots+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410021793636094770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SxRCKGTNEzI/AAAAAAAAB2A/tjcUl0EhDyM/s400/tots+and+me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ikaw ang pinakatam-is nga Kendi nga natilawan ko. lol.&lt;/span&gt; Mwah. love yah.^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-3051131115222629776?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/3051131115222629776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/11/candy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/3051131115222629776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/3051131115222629776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/11/candy.html' title='♪♪♪CANDY ♪♪♪'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SxRCF1z60oI/AAAAAAAAB14/4s_TNdq_Cnk/s72-c/me+and+tots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-7195063796279552865</id><published>2009-11-29T23:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:09:10.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009 movies'/><title type='text'>Ninja Assassin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SxKcu5LB8bI/AAAAAAAAB04/NSWsj2QJF8o/s1600/ninja+assassin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SxKcu5LB8bI/AAAAAAAAB04/NSWsj2QJF8o/s400/ninja+assassin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409558431860388274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="movie_synopsis_all" style="display: inline;"&gt;I had never doubted Rain (Bi) as an action star. After seeing his Korean series A Love to Kill he had indeed emerged from a boy-next-door to a bad-boy image. And in this first ever Hollywood film that he had, he sure do can kick some ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain portrayed a role of Raizo, a former Ozunu Clan member. Ozunu Clan is a secret society who trains orphans to be ninja assassins. But when his friend was executed by the Clan, he separated from them and plotted his revenge. On the other hand, Mika Coretti (Naomie Harris), a Europol agent, linked the existence of the Ozunu Clan to a series of murders. It does made her a target for the ninjas. Raizo saved Mika from the plotted assassination. Together then, they have to help each other in order for Raizo to complete his vengeance and for Mika and the Europol to bring down the Clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I find the story shallow. And though the fight scenes and the effects are really good, some really looks absurd and far from reality. Like that scene when Raizo planted a knife to a guy's neck and the guy still managed to fight him back. That's like crazy! Neck is suppose to be a fatal part of the body. I also find the "capability to heal" absurd. Wait till you see the ending so you'll understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am to think of this movie first thing that comes to mind: gore. You'd be able to see blood 80% of the movie. Blood, blood, blood and lot of blood. This is definitely not for the squeamish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I was not alone when I watched this movie. Got a bit of distraction. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if I am to base it in this movie, this is not the Rain that I prefer. I love Rain more as a Korean-pop superstar and a rom/com actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rating: ★☆☆☆☆&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-7195063796279552865?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/7195063796279552865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/11/ninja-assassin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/7195063796279552865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/7195063796279552865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/11/ninja-assassin.html' title='Ninja Assassin'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SxKcu5LB8bI/AAAAAAAAB04/NSWsj2QJF8o/s72-c/ninja+assassin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-4301978194867713155</id><published>2009-11-26T16:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:24:12.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Pilipinas, kaya mo pa ba?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/Sw5H7hgPSZI/AAAAAAAAB0s/bY2AytXERgQ/s1600/black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/Sw5H7hgPSZI/AAAAAAAAB0s/bY2AytXERgQ/s400/black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408339290449987986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to think that right after the victory of Manny Pacquiao, the next reason why our country hits the international news is because of the Maguindanao Massacre that lead to the death of 47 people and maybe counting. It's even sadder to think that the root of such abomination is because of politics, because of the greediness for power, because of the ultimate desire to win the election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to play it fair? Why is there a need for such ruthless means? Why is it so hard to give-up power---to accept defeat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I don't want to write something about this. After all, much had been said about this topic. And the story, the picture of all those innocent victims whose lives are wasted because of greed still makes me cringe, and that though I don't know any of them, they made me cry. I am grieving not much like a loss from an immediate family. I am grieving because this country's democracy is giving its people freedom indeed. The freedom to hurt his fellow countrymen. The freedom to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel responsible to write. To express my thoughts about this, to condemn such action, and though my voice may be small and may not be heard but as long as I'd get to tell even just one fellow Filipino maybe I could start a change---a ripple effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I by the way? You might ask. Who am I to teach/preach nationalism? My portfolio doesn't include any political affiliations, neither am I an active participant of an NGO and most especially, I am not a leftist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am one of those who had been lurking for a long time. The minority who had been lurking for a long time. The minority who had been outside the fence looking in/listening to the bantering of the pro and the anti. But what's good is there in lurking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end it will still boils down with me being a Filipino---an ordinary Filipino---and I feel that this is what our country needs---an ordinary Filipino to realize his/her worth. An ordinary Filipino to realize that there's something he/she can do aside from taking everything in to the streets. Millions of ordinary Filipinos realizing/living what REAL freedom means. An ideal society is never far from reality if such mentality will be applied in our daily ordinary lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to promote nationalism when the world views our country with violence. It's hard to answer the question Are you proud to be Pinoy when you know your countrymen is killing another Filipino for money and power. Manny Pacquiao, Charice Pempengco, Ariel Pineda, Lea Salonga, Rice Terraces and Palawan seems to be insufficient reasons to blaze that passion of patriotism. It's hard to be a patriot cause you know your enemy is a fellow Filipino. Unlike the heroes from our history books who fought for our freedom versus other nationalities, the fight right now is more difficult cause it's among us. But either way, the loser will still be the same: Our Country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might ask me then, what's my proposal as a resolution, as a mean to end all of these. To be honest, I still don't know. All I know is that this country is almost broken beyond repair. And all I know right now is that this is the most important thing: for us to recognize that there is something wrong. We had long known that there's something wrong with this nation. But we're always blinded or we always nonchalantly look into our country's situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apathy---this is the last thing that we must feel towards our nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the time to label one as Christians or Muslims. For in the eyes of the world, we're all Filipinos. Those who died from the massacre are just a small percentage of our countrymen who had wasted their lives for all the wrong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am heart-broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart weeps for those who died. My heart yearns for justice. My heart prays for peace. My heart is still desperately loving this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Allah, Buddha and Shiva...Please, make this country endure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-4301978194867713155?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/4301978194867713155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/11/pilipinas-kaya-mo-pa-ba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/4301978194867713155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/4301978194867713155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/11/pilipinas-kaya-mo-pa-ba.html' title='Pilipinas, kaya mo pa ba?'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/Sw5H7hgPSZI/AAAAAAAAB0s/bY2AytXERgQ/s72-c/black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-4705851150076211184</id><published>2009-11-26T13:23:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:28:23.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kris allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>Written All Over My Face</title><content type='html'>I had been restless for the last couple of days. It feels like I was looking for something I'm not even sure what could that be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know how that sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to sound melodramatic but that's just how it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came in and out of movie houses hoping the big screen can give me something new to think about. I stayed hours reading in a bookshop which serves coffee as well. If only coffee can get me drunk, I might be wasted right now. But the smell of books mixed with coffee is just what I need to calm my restless self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about it, those are nothing new. Somehow I want to do away with my usual favorite past time these days --- sleeping. But whenever I'm awake, there's just too much thoughts encumbering my mind that I feel like emptying it all up so I could start filling the cup once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop thinking about it. I mean of the possibilities and the what ifs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if I am pretty enough, smart enough, funny enough---enough for him to pick me out of the masses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I am not? What if this is just another day spent by the sea? What if there's nothing really special about this? What if I am just in love with the possibilities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what ifs are not good starters. But it's just so tempting. It's very much tempting for me to look in the mirror and see that it's written all over my face that there's nothing more than a girl who had been hoping/waiting too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was still six, we used to have a mango tree at home which bears fruits really really good especially during summer. I'm always excited whenever my brothers would climb the tree and go down with a basket full of mangoes. My usual task was to wash those and so I always get to choose first. There are only 2 things I was not allowed to do: climb the tree and peel the mangoes. My mom does the peeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one time I have a particular mangoe in hand that I just can't wait to eat. My mom was still inside the house and naturally, I have to wait or peel the mango my self. Kids instinct --- I chose the latter one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a knife in hand and held the mango just like the way mom usually does. I started imitating mom, rotating the fruit while slowly, the mango skin got peeled off. Oh well, you might have guess what happened next. Ten seconds later, the suppose to be yellow-green mango turned red from the cut I inflicted to my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got reprimanded by my mom of course. But later on, in between my sobs and my mom medicating my cut was a motherly lesson on how important it is to wait, of how important patience is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny that though the wound is now completely healed and the scar is no longer visible, sixteen-years later, it's amazing to think that I am still trying to learn the same lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px; VISIBILITY: hidden" border="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTkyMTQ1ODgzMjgmcHQ9MTI1OTIxNDYyMzg*MyZwPTI5MzMzMSZkPSZnPTEmbz*2OGQ5ZDhkNDk2NmE*NmFlODcyODY5YWZlOWM2ZmZkZiZvZj*w.gif" width="0" height="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3codex.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e159/normanski/players/ewualizer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="30" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="200" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e159/normanski/players/xplayexr.swf" flashvars="file=http://dc166.4shared.com/img/149246373/9b61de49/dlink__2Fdownload_2F149246373_2F9b61de49_3Ftsid_3D20091126-004930-11adb49f/preview.mp3&amp;amp;height=30&amp;amp;width=200&amp;amp;showeq=false=true&amp;amp;repeat=always&amp;amp;shuffle=false&amp;amp;volume=90" repeat="always" allowfullscreen="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3codex.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Kris Allen - Written All Over My Face&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-4705851150076211184?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/4705851150076211184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/11/written-all-over-my-face.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/4705851150076211184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/4705851150076211184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/11/written-all-over-my-face.html' title='Written All Over My Face'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e159/normanski/players/th_ewualizer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-3458222024334567327</id><published>2009-11-25T08:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T09:47:49.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbreaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='500 Days of Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>500 Days Lesson#5: The Art of Letting Go</title><content type='html'>I am not an expert at this letting go thing. No, don't even think about it for one bit. But this is the only topic I could think of and seems to be fitting to be the last article I'd write relating about the 500 Days of Summer movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be 5. Aside from the fact that 500 begins with 5, 5 is my favorite number as well. And the topic must be something to do with closure. Closure with a positive look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called it an art for letting go obviously will never be considered as science. After all, there's no basic formula on how to let go. What might have worked for me might not work for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the movie, whenever Tom's friends and sister will urge him to move on, to forget about Summer, he'd always say No, he can't. And of course friends will always think of all those soothing words like there's still a lot of fish in the sea and that it's not the first ever break up he had. But naturally, just like any broken person, Tom was obstinate to accept those facts. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Those aren't fish. They're guppies. No, she is different. I can't forget her cause She is Summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True isn't it? Personally, I've been on that stage. Memory is such a powerful thing. You would feel like you will never get over the one who broke your heart or your life can't go on without them. Hanging on is such a natural thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered writing an article that's somehow related to this. From that article I pointed out that there are two kinds of people when it comes to love. One would be the type that falls in love over and over again and the other type would be the one that can only seem to do it once. But the more I get to understand&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt;, the more I realize that there's one truth about it: You can do&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt; over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For falling love is like a force of nature --- it can not be predicted....and although sometimes you can foresee it, it can not be stopped. But most of all, it destroys only to always start something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, we can be destroyed so many times. But always, all the time, something new begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's more romantic to say that in our lifetime we only have one great love. Often times, that's true as well. We'd only have one great love. But another truth is, no matter how great that love is, it doesn't necessarily mean it's also the right one or we'd end up with that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin, and they end, with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life. May 23rd was a Wednesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 23. What a coincidence. Of all dates we got 523.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, just remember that just like what happened to Tom, we have to realize that after Summer there's Autumn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-3458222024334567327?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/3458222024334567327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/11/500-days-lesson5-art-of-letting-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/3458222024334567327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/3458222024334567327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/11/500-days-lesson5-art-of-letting-go.html' title='500 Days Lesson#5: The Art of Letting Go'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-5820134746574715492</id><published>2009-11-24T18:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:23:04.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kris allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><title type='text'>I need to know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px; VISIBILITY: hidden" border="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTkwNjA3OTY3ODEmcHQ9MTI1OTA2MTA5NjM*MyZwPTI5MzMzMSZkPSZnPTEmbz1mYWQwYjYxNmQxNzM*YzkwYTAwMWUzM2E3Zjg3MzliYiZvZj*w.gif" width="0" height="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3codex.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e159/normanski/players/ewualizer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="30" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="200" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e159/normanski/players/xplayexr.swf" flashvars="file=http://dc129.4shared.com/img/154458235/b137088f/dlink__2Fdownload_2F154458235_2Fb137088f_3Ftsid_3D20091124-060612-2ef8dcc9/preview.mp3&amp;amp;height=30&amp;amp;width=200&amp;amp;showeq=false=true&amp;amp;repeat=always&amp;amp;shuffle=false&amp;amp;volume=90" repeat="always" allowfullscreen="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3codex.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Kris Allen - I Need To Know&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Click on play button for background music.^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not going to be a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on repeating that line over my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'm still wondering until now how it actually started. Or why the sudden attention. I don't want to expect. But just like any other girl, it's difficult not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just instances in my life right now that I never saw coming. Situations that I'd rather keep the tales to my self. I'd rather be selfish about the details. Yes I know that this blog site is my online journal but there are just some things I'd rather write in my handwritten journal, share only with my closest friends or maybe with my brother alone. Some things I'd rather keep private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say right now is that it's hyprotical to say that I am not flattered by all these attention. As a girl, it always feels nice to be noticed especially from the opposite sex. It makes you feel wanted. It makes you feel good inside. It makes you take a second look at the mirror and you can't help but talk to your reflection and say: You look great girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know to my self that I am no being of physical perfection. I am rather flawed in every way possible. No. I know I'll never be like those super models who can still look hot even in rags. Nor do I plan to make use of science to make me look like one. I feel no inferiority for I know I'm beautiful in ways that mean something beyond superficiality. A beautiful mind...A beautiful heart...A beautiful sense of maturity...A beautiful sense of life...A beautiful grasp of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to get away from the world's supeficiality but only if we can recognize the beauty we own, perhaps we'll all wake up with smile in our face and we'll all begin to see who we are at best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to be contented but often times it's the discontent that's making everything difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now all I need is to know if all these expectations will lead me to something. After all, up until now he had yet to confess his true motive or if there's something else beyond the need to borrow the book or the desire to explore the city. Somehow I can't help but wish that the main reason he'd be here is to see me. Maybe that's too much to ask. And I'm not even sure that I'd be able to reciprocate &lt;em&gt;IT&lt;/em&gt; if I am indeed the reason why. After all, what do I know about him beyond school stuffs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes maybe my romanticism is just getting in the way again: The in dire need to tell my own story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But Can you show me? Can you make me believe?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes I need to know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-5820134746574715492?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/5820134746574715492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-to-know.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/5820134746574715492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/5820134746574715492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-to-know.html' title='I need to know.'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e159/normanski/players/th_ewualizer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-3307599122849963714</id><published>2009-11-22T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:08:28.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>much for the blabbers again</title><content type='html'>It's only when my supervisor asked us to already submit our vacation leave forms for the Christmas holidays did it occur to me that the Yuletide Season is indeed coming up. Last year, I was unable to make use of my allowable planned absences cause I decided too late and my previous supervisor won't approve of any absences anymore. I had to be contended with my normal day offs. And of course for this year, I don't want that to happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still undecided as to when will I start my planned vacation. I'm thinking of starting it on the 28th or on the 30th of December. Of course having it before Christmas is out of the question. With the nature of my job, working during holidays is part of the job description. So I have to choose between Christmas and New Year. I'd go for the latter one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for now, I only have 25 days left before the Cosplay Christmas party but I still don't have any specific character to portray. Holidays are great. But most of the time it comes with a price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lately, I've been doing nothing exceptional aside from sleeping. I think I'm becoming narcoleptic. I need new books to keep me up, need to drink more coffee or maybe a someone to keep me up would be better as well. lol. kidding. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayyyy....boring boring boring....Where's the love in between all of these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kidding again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right. So much for the blabbers indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-3307599122849963714?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/3307599122849963714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/11/much-for-blabbers-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/3307599122849963714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/3307599122849963714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/11/much-for-blabbers-again.html' title='much for the blabbers again'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-5427966100957238095</id><published>2009-11-21T08:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:09:55.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbreaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009 movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>Wow. Chris Weitz played it by the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my over-all assessment after watching this most publicized movie of the year from the Twilight Saga: New Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that would actually make you think that the movie was good then. Well, the movie has it's own good and bad points. blah blah blah. Same old story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to cut the long story short then and for sure every critic out there would all agree, after watching this movie &lt;em&gt;hardcore fans will be satisfied but outsiders are likely to be turned off by its slow pace, relentlessly downcast tone, and excessive length&lt;/em&gt;. That's actually the consensus from &lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/twilight_saga_new_moon/"&gt;rotten-tomatoes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, where to start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing, I love the Twilight Saga. At least for the book version. And I think that will remain as it is if I am to base it on the first two movie adaptation of this book series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that's pulling down the movie adaptations of this saga: Bad Acting by the lead cast itself: Rob and Kirsten. Up until now, I am still not satisfied with Rob portraying Edward Mason Cullen. I mean, if you had read the book you'd definitely say that Pattinson is not the Edward you'd imagine to be. I just don't get it why a lot of girls goes gaga over him these days. Yah, maybe they are more in love with the character and since he is the one playing it, he gets to get the limelight. I am in love with the character but definitely not with Rob. And Kristen, she's only good with the moping-kind-of-acting which lucky her it's pretty much needed in this film. But jeeeezzzzz....I just, I don't know, I don't seem to see the intensity or the chemistry that Bella and Edward is suppose to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course there are good parts as well. There's Dakota Fanning for instance. &lt;em&gt;She must teach Kristen what real acting is all about&lt;/em&gt;. Her role is short but she definitely outshines Kristen during those scenes. Michael Sheen is also great as Aro. Just the way I imagined Aro to be. And the Wolf pack, I thought I'd be disappointed with the group, but they're all goody and the werewolves version were good as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the the most thrilling part of the movie. or make that the best part all in all would be Taylor who's playing the part of Jacob stripping and showing off his buff bod. lol. It was actually crazy cause of course I was more or less expecting that the crowd I'd be with would be mostly consists of teenagers but I still can't help but laugh at their reactions everytime there's a romantic/cheesy scene on the screen. And the first time Jacob took his shirt off the crowd goes Oooooooooo. That would include me.XD Yum! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit disappointing. I liked this sequel because of it's dark theme. Edward left Bella...Bella found companionship with Jacob...Jacob falls in love with Bella...Bella still can't get over Edward but still gave Jacob a chance (girls are really mean)...Bella and Edward reunited...Jacob left alone and dejected...This is the sequel that is rich with great heart-ache quotes so that's why I love it.lol. But I mean, if we've remove the vampire and werewolf thing, we could turn this in to something anybody can relate to: first love, first heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to conclude things here, the most anticipated movie of the year could have ended up to be the most disappointing film. Thank god for CGI effects, Dakota and Taylor. This movie is bearable to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for that, here's the movie poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 250px; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406367980323231426" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SwdHCLA2VsI/AAAAAAAABzM/YN15KPi_3Jo/s200/newmoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean here.=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 270px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406368469581142498" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SwdHeppBmeI/AAAAAAAABzc/T_70mlfhXu8/s400/newmoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: ★★☆☆☆&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-5427966100957238095?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/5427966100957238095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/5427966100957238095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/5427966100957238095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SwdHCLA2VsI/AAAAAAAABzM/YN15KPi_3Jo/s72-c/newmoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-7505801898122974176</id><published>2009-11-19T04:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:46:02.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>One Hundred</title><content type='html'>This is my 100th post. Wow! It took me 8 months to reach this number. So I was thinking what would be a worthy article to mark this day. And of course vanity got in the way. And since this blog is entitled with those 3 Rs, here's the 100 Random Rants and Ramblings that I could think of as of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've never tried smoking and I don't think I will ever will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Same is true with drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate it when someone is smoking in public especially in public transportation. If you want to die please don't include me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate house music. That's why I don't go to disco houses or night clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. First music instrument I learned to play is a recorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. First song I learned is Wooden Heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm not a Taylor Swift fan but I love all her songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I joined a band back in college and we called it: "No crying over spoiled milk".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If anybody will ask me point blank what's my favorite song I'd always think of The Distance by Evan and Jaron right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I would almost always fall for any guy who can play guitar/piano wih smooth vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. My favorite band is Rascal Flatts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Song that best describe my life: Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I hate my second name when I was still in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I'm known in the office by my second name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I finally learned to love my second name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I don't mind eating and watching movies alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I love cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. #17 has a double meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. First video game I successfully finished was Twisted Metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. My favorite player was Sweet Tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Speaking of sweet tooth I love sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. One of the hardest question would be to choose what is the best dessert: cake or ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. My most watched movie is A Walk to Remember and I still keep on crying every-time I do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. My most read book is Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Pet Peeves includes falling in line, dog ears and know-it-all attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I hate it when somebody rearranges my stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. My most hated household chore is doing laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I don't know how to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I'm more of a microwave, instant, fast-food/restaurant person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. So much for the plan of becoming a good wife and mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Contingency plan: Marry a chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Another back up plan: Will study culinary arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. #32 is expensive. I think #31 is a better plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. My target age of settling down is 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. My dream house includes a library, music room with espresso machines in every room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. I've always been considered as one of the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. That's actually an advantage since I prefer men over women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. My best friend is a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. But I have 5 best girl friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. I think my youngest brother will be a heart-breaker when he grows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. So is my younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. They're both good looking and charming kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. I came from a family of heart-breakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Just kidding with #43 but you can ask my gang if I'm telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. I'm a member of an all-girls group called JMVECK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. I'm the best looking among the group since I'm best known as the heart-breaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. I'm again just kidding for #46 but again you can ask my gang if I'm telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. The truth is I'm the only one who have a zero-love-life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. I have a feeling that they will disagree with #48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. When I was still in school I sleep less, now that I'm working I spend my rest days sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Sleeping is more than a necessity these days, it's a luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Favorite subject back in college is Electronics. Specialty is doing laboratory works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Favorite teacher was my Calculus teacher back in College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. I hate my 2nd oldest brother whenever he'd comb his hair in front of the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. I don't know, I just hate looking at him looking at the mirror most especially if he'd divide his hair in to two. It reminds me of Willard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. I'm a Gemini so that makes me schizophrenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. I hate bringing umbrellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. I like men who always carry one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. I can only finish solving 2/3 of a Rubik cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. I have handwritten journals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. I named it Uchiha after Uchiha Sasuke from Naruto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. So I usually start my entry with Dear Mr. Uchiha instead of Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. I love walking that's why I'm always wearing flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. My favorite movie food is a KFC chicken fillet with large fries and large pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Favorite coffee flavor is White Chocolate Mocha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. I like my instant coffee black --- no sugar, no cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Favorite Frappe is Choco Java Chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. I don't know how to drive but I'm planning to take driving lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. I'm also seriously considering taking dancing lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Top 5 cities I want to go: 1. Palawan 2. Paris 3. New York 4. Seoul 5. Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. If only budget will allow, I want to eat pizza every day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. I love board games: Chess, Othello, Games of the Generals, Checkers, Monopoly and Snakes and Ladders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. I never owned a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Oh sorry, I think I had a turtle when I was 5 but I can vaguely remember what happened to that turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. I've only been in love once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. I think #76 is an overrated fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. There are only 3 major men that had made me cry so far: My dad, my brother and #76.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. I'm a Kris Allen fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. If you want to make me feel bad, just say something negative about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. I hope Piolo Pascual is not gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. I think Vampire Lestat is gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. I'm hoping to go to Makati one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. I just want to check on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. I hope Harry and Hermione ended up together and Dumbledore and Snape did not die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. I have a Death Note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. So far I haven't tried writing any names on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. I love McDonald's Monster Float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Until now I'm still summoning the strength to watch a horror movie alone in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. I just realized that filling out 100 Random things in one sitting is really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. It could end up looking like a slam book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. I hope I'm having #65 tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. I prefer crying alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. I think I should start doodling my Christmas shopping list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Until now I'm still wondering what his motive is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Can anybody find me somebody to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. I think I'm rambling too much now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Special Skill: Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99.. I've never been kissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Obviously because I'm already 22 years old and I've never had a boy-friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-7505801898122974176?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/7505801898122974176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-hundred.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/7505801898122974176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/7505801898122974176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-hundred.html' title='One Hundred'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-211234533825846886</id><published>2009-11-18T06:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:22:37.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='500 Days of Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>500 Days Lesson #4: For Officemates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimer: The following are just views and opinion of the blogger but does not necessarily mean she had experienced or she is experiencing the scenes described. Furthermore, any resemblance in any real-life-scenarios was not intended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend an average of 9 hours a day (not including day-offs) in the office. If you're still a student then you'd have it in school. But let's concentrate on the office. After all that's the setting from the movie 500 Days of Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom had been working in a greeting-card-making company  for 3 years now. We could pretty much say that his life had been built on routines and routine of course is equivalent to boredom. His work-experience though started picking-up a new kind of rhythm when he met this newbie, Summer. That's of course is his first day of his 500 days experience with Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our daily office life, you could either be Tom or you could be Summer. That's actually good for the office. At least people have something to talk about in between breaks to alleviate the feeling of boredom. That is if the entire office know. If the entire office know, it's both a good and a bad thing. Good in such a way that your office-mates will be the one who'll make a way and will even conspire for both of you to be in someway be in contact. Now that would be convenient especially if your playing Tom's role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's more of a bad thing cause with all the teasing that's happening, there's always the big possibility that both will develop aloofness from each other's company. Not only that, when all else fail, the entire office might feel guilty and have pity and that's the last thing you'd want from them: pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's actually nice to work with somebody you're attracted with around. Just have to make sure though you'd consider him/her an inspiration and not a distraction. It makes the 11 seconds elevator ride worth-while when you chance to share that elevator with him. It makes the coffee break worth taking knowing his taking his too. And when you happen to accidentally look at his way and he was looking too and you shared that silent exchange of smile, it makes the night better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, it's a good feeling. It helps make the everyday office drudgery go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-211234533825846886?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/211234533825846886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/11/500-days-lesson-4-for-officemates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/211234533825846886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/211234533825846886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/11/500-days-lesson-4-for-officemates.html' title='500 Days Lesson #4: For Officemates'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-2871811309062889592</id><published>2009-11-17T01:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T07:14:42.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbreaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='500 Days of Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>500 Days Lesson #3: For Almost Lovers</title><content type='html'>Do you think there's such a thing as that? You are together but not entirely in some sort of a relationship? Is this where the facebook relationship status &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's complicated&lt;/span&gt; comes in? Personally that's the last relationship status I would ever click on. But yeah maybe it's a 21st century thing: no strings attached. A boy and a girl can go out together, do some snuggling and maybe a little more than that but they're no couple. Alright, I think I'm now grasping the idea of that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's complicated&lt;/span&gt; status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the movie, Summer is a girl who doesn't believe in love and settling down is not in her list of priorities. Tom on the other hand is all for love. Summer made it clear to him that she'd only want to be friends with him but she do like him but she don't want to have a boyfriend. I think I'm confusing you here. So am I. I was thinking  that Summer certainly did liked Tom but possibly she had never loved him the way he does. But I have to agree with Tom. Normal "friends" don't do some smooching or let alone have sex. So maybe they're more than friends but less than lovers. Almost lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I don't see the point of committing one self in such status. Although maybe that's it --- non-committal to a commitment is the answer. Maybe there's just people who doesn't like commitment. In a spur of a moment it made me think if I'm one of them too. When Summer said these words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;OK. I, like being on my own. I think relationships are messy and people’s feelings get hurt. Who needs it? We’re young, we live in one of the most beautiful cities in the world; might as well have fun while we can and, save the serious stuff for later.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just clicked on me. I muttered to myself: That is so true. I agree! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like being on my own...Save the serious stuffs for later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that set aside it just got me thinking: How important are labels? Like boy-friend/girl-friend/finance', do they really matter? Some would say it doesn't really matter as long as your happy in each others company. And why rock the boat when every thing is going well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand with-out those labels you don't have a claim on anything. You'd have no right to get hurt, to expect more, to get jealous, to ask for more. After all what are you but mere casual acquaintance? And just like what they say: you can never lose what was never yours in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my take in this subject, I'd never recommend an almost lover. It's either you are a couple or not. There should be nothing in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my recommendation if you are caught up in this set-up, rock the boat.  If your almost lover can't give a direct answer, just say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tata &lt;/span&gt;for now and sing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't you just let me be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should've known you'd bring me heartache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost lovers always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-2871811309062889592?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/2871811309062889592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/11/500-days-lesson-3-for-almost-lovers.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/2871811309062889592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/2871811309062889592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/11/500-days-lesson-3-for-almost-lovers.html' title='500 Days Lesson #3: For Almost Lovers'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-4672280146637399552</id><published>2009-11-14T23:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:10:29.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009 movies'/><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/Sv7a7gAZU6I/AAAAAAAABxk/MWSo3HGW88Q/s1600-h/2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/Sv7a7gAZU6I/AAAAAAAABxk/MWSo3HGW88Q/s320/2012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403997318629905314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many movies had tried portraying this apocalyptic topic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the end of the world by flood (Day after tomorrow). Change of the Earth's core current (The Core). Invasion of Aliens (Independence Day). Earthquake (10.5). Tornadoes (Twister). And now an addition to that long list is this 2012 mayhem. End of the world due to the aligning of planets that happens only every 640,000 years. The aligning of the planets reminds me more of Hercules more than the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say that definitely this is a disaster movie basing on it's main plot and how the entire movie was made. Although I have to give credit to its effects. The effects was really impressive. Somehow if I'm to think that if the end of the world will eventually happen (knock on wood) all those distractions are definitely possible or even worse than that. It showed how mother nature looks like if she's really piss off: collapsing building, tsunamis, earthquake, volcanic eruptions and not even Vatican City is immune to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes somehow it triggered some mind provoking reality like salvation has its price and faith alone can't save you. But there's something lacking from this movie. It lacks a good interesting back-story. Somehow I understand the plot of the story is pretty grand. I mean how will you end an end of the world story? But like for any other story such as that, you'll almost know that in the end mother nature will redeem her self and will bring back hope for mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is entertaining but not the kind I'd go watching again. I have to add this to the list of the big movies that had disappointed me so far: GI Joe, Transformers 2 and X-Men Wolverine Origins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommendation? You can just wait for the DVD or for the movie to be shown on HBO. Or yeah, maybe wait for 2012 before watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: ★★☆☆☆&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-4672280146637399552?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/4672280146637399552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/4672280146637399552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680246686197575017/posts/default/4672280146637399552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>kristine cuer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533984843855258307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/SkSgV3YMpKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WstkI09fKCA/S220/neji.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEND8ZlE1gA/Sv7a7gAZU6I/AAAAAAAABxk/MWSo3HGW88Q/s72-c/2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680246686197575017.post-6874057152374630567</id><published>2009-11-14T07:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T08:34:28.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbreaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='500 Days of Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>500 Days Lesson#2: For the broken-hearted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Broken. Bereft. Blue. Depressed. Desolate. Lonely. Lost. Miserable. Dejected. Forlorn. Me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perharps broken-heartedness is one of the overrated human emotions ever. More often, people tend to nurse this feeling more than anything else. Nursing it involves drinking, forcing self to get some sleep but ending up awake to get more drink, write dark/poetic/sad lines, miss or fail to work properly and I almost forgot: cry and cry and cry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the heart-breaking scenes from the movie was when Tom went to Summer's party. He was more or less thinking that him being invited in her party might be a start of another chapter with her. Little did he know that the party was for Summer's engagement with another guy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes that's it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could sum-up all the cause of hurt, pain and hatred in one word it's just...EXPECTATION.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course there's nothing remotely wrong with expecting. Come to think about it, expecting is more inclined to be considered as something positive. It significe hope. It's more of an optimistic point of view. But more often than not as well, when these expectations won't align with reality that's when all these feeling of grief comes in. And sometimes, a person gets so use with sadness that it's hard for him/her to feel happy again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are things that we really need to be use to but personally, I think sadness is not one of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Often times, we are claiming that we can't live with out that person but the truth is we are living it everyday. Broken heartedness then is something we all experience. Some are experiencing it now, others had experienced it but for those who haven't encountered yet, better be prepared cause it'll come knocking your doors someday. There are really times were in we want to tell that person, "please say your mine and I'm yours". Oh boy, Oh boy. But that's the whole idea, "we want to tell", not "we told". When we are in the state of broken-heartedness, we often times felt that it's like the end of the world. Well, for other people they would tell you that it's something that will just pass but if you are that brokenhearted person, it's true to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But another truth is, it'll really pass. Easier said than done but the thing here is that, it can be done. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So for all broken-hearted people out there...call me, let's drink to that.XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680246686197575017-6874057152374630567?l=kristinecuer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/feeds/6874057152374630567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinecuer.blogspot.com/2009/11/500-days-lesson1-for-broken
