<?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-5720063</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:24:07.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn straight!</title><subtitle type='html'>everything's real - but that doesn't necessarily mean it's normal. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-107468301082165376</id><published>2004-01-21T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T19:04:57.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; hmm. im starting to come to a decision &lt;/b&gt; to close down my blog here. all i do now is write in my lj... so people, (meaning steph and scil) -- register into livejournal even if its just for a name... cuz then u'll be able to read all my locked entries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-107468301082165376?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107468301082165376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107468301082165376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107468301082165376' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-107287035279326246</id><published>2003-12-31T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T19:33:38.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; holy cow, its been a while... &lt;/b&gt; well, happy new years to one and all. I had to sneak in some sun dried tomatoes and tomato pesto ... as i will have to wait for dinner... which will happen... later... much later. *huffs* well, alright - here are updates in my life: ive been jogging everyday now for about a week, and its totally fantastic! my lower stomach has flattened a lot! yey! now... lets see if i can do this everyday for a year... lol. but the weather is awesome! i got chris to jog with me today! it was even more fantastic then usual... plus, hey, its good to encourage each other to get fit, ey? ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that... lucky baby... gets to eat at 7.30... while i hafta eat at 10 pm pa... *sniffs* but hey, im looking forward to one tradition tonight. the lighting of the candles. :) the best part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year everyone! :) &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/5720063-107287035279326246?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107287035279326246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107287035279326246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107287035279326246' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-107232533039878800</id><published>2003-12-25T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T12:09:50.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.readingforresults.com/rating/r.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;My life is rated R.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.readingforresults.com/rating/quiz.htm"&gt;What is your life rated?&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/5720063-107232533039878800?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107232533039878800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107232533039878800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107232533039878800' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-107232424766392642</id><published>2003-12-25T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T11:51:47.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; this got me in hysterics... Happy Holidays! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.ucomics.com/comics/ga/2003/ga031222.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.ucomics.com/comics/ga/2003/ga031223.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-107232424766392642?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107232424766392642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107232424766392642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107232424766392642' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-107217841549740783</id><published>2003-12-23T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T19:21:13.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;form action="http://bdmonkeys.net/~chaz/battle.php" method="get"&gt;&lt;table align=center width=400 cellpadding=4 cellspacing=1 border=0&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=black align=center&gt;&lt;p style="color:red;font-family='times new roman';font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Is Your Battle Cry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbb77" align=center&gt;&lt;p style="margin:10px;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:16px;color:#000;"&gt;&lt;font face="old english text mt,old english text" size=+3&gt;S&lt;/font&gt;talking across the mountains, attacking with a thorned whip, cometh &lt;b&gt;Kat&lt;/b&gt;! And she gives a booming cry:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:11px;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:18px;color:#000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'm going to pulverize you until you are hot and bothered, then bake cookies!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor="#aaaaaa"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:14px;color:#000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find out!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter username: &lt;input type="text" name="usrname" value="kat"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you &lt;input type="radio" name="sex" value="f"checked&gt;a girl, or &lt;input type="radio" name="sex" value="m"&gt;a guy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type=submit value="Submit"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=black align=center&gt;&lt;p style="color:red;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:12px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;created by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/beatings/"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc00ff" face="times new roman"&gt;beatings&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;:&lt;b&gt; powered by &lt;a href="http://www.bdmonkeys.net/"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc00ff" face="times new roman"&gt;monkeys&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-107217841549740783?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107217841549740783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107217841549740783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107217841549740783' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-107215789780623684</id><published>2003-12-23T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T13:39:15.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; xmas mail... xmas commenting would be nice too... &lt;/b&gt; i put myself on the line, and nada, nothin, no commenting. people always busy with their own lives during xmas vacation. BAH. ... grouchiness hits during christmas break... ok its not that  bad... since during the entire year... im always kinda crabby. off topic for a second here - i went riding again - as i have been riding everyday for the past couple of days outside. it was actually, get this, misty this morning! there was mist cuz it was  so frickin cold this morning! i had to wear my jacket when i rode, with my hair down. IT WAS SO FRICKIN' AWESOME!!!! ... i sound kinda odd. anyhoo --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I LOVE YOU CHRIS!!!!! &lt;/b&gt; screaming that at the top of my lungs!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ONE AND ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniffles* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end of 2003 comin' along.. .onto 2004.... soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-107215789780623684?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107215789780623684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107215789780623684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107215789780623684' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-107184395084764977</id><published>2003-12-19T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T22:26:45.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; EEE!! found my old JOURNAL ENTRIES IN 2000!!! &lt;/b&gt; btw, check my archives if you wanna find more nostalgia -- looks like my dec 19 rnytu, 10.17.43 pm entry is very... LONG. hahaha - but its entertaining like heyl! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 31, 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Everybody, I'm back after a year of retirement from an online journal. It's exam week, and I've got one exam left until summer vacation is official. Yes, I know I should actually be studying at this moment… but I'm lagging and I admit I am lazy. I will probably do horribly in my math exam anyway, but I guess the effort keeps me from getting guilty… yes, I know I am a weird child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in a couple of days… 25 to be exact (starting from tomorrow) and I will be a 14-year-old girl. Wow. I'll be in high school… brr… isn't that scary? Or is my little head just making a mess of itself once again? Don't mind me. But please, continue to read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly made me decide to write about my life again? Well, maybe since I'm not so busy… (What am I talking about? I am very busy! But I love stressing myself out… told you I was weird.) Maybe summer vacation will be something worthy enough to write about, and hopefully be able to continue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to update you on my life… since I stopped talking to you about it a year ago. I am still an equestrian… the only difference is that now I have 7 horses and talk about them… moderately, unless provoked. I've also loosened up a bit… I talk… finally.  My other best friend has left once again… so I've got one left… I just hope we stay that way! I'm still close to Stephanie, who's a fabulous best online buddy… and phone buddy… so that's got to be good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well… enough of my rambling for today. I've gotta go and study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditto. &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/5720063-107184395084764977?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107184395084764977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107184395084764977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107184395084764977' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-107184346326746122</id><published>2003-12-19T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T22:18:37.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; OH. MY. GOD. &lt;/b&gt; i am scanning through my diskettes... and... i just found my 6th or 7th grade video. I played the detective. And i am SO embarassed. We shot this whole thing in my house. &lt;b&gt; i am going through a journey through years and years of horrible writing...&lt;/b&gt; i even wrote jedi stories about the old star wars after i watched em in like 5th grade... and i wrote continuations to the Saddle Club Series. &lt;b&gt; *sheepish smile* &lt;/b&gt; I wrote one story called "Queen of the Dookians".. oh lawdy. i do have esp or sumfin. Dooku ended up in episode 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; oh my gawd the jokes are so bad. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who remembers their first ever written script? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; *hides* &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villain enters the house. Starts looking for something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villain: If I hadn’t said anything, I wouldn’t be in this much hurry. How was I supposed to know that everyone found out about that treasure with my stupid babbling…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps can be heard, villain hides behind a plant. Freezes in some stupid pose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housekeeper starts dusting the furniture. Starts dusting the plant, and even the villain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housekeeper: This has got to be one of the weirdest statues I’ve ever seen…must be some new high-tech thing… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the housekeeper disappears, villain sighs in relief and runs out the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housekeeper comes back and the statue is gone, along with documents on the floor. Screams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; the cool thing bout this though was that my friend emma played the villan... and every single one of my classmates were so game. boy did i have horrible english.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT SCENE: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly knock can be heard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housekeeper: May I- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana: Where’s the treasure? I’m kicking and rearing to go for that treasure! Where’s the treasure? As long as there isn’t any shhhhnakes, I’m game! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana: Hey there! (Waves at something outside the door)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Doctor: Good Morning Indiana! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housekeeper looks weirdly at the two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housekeeper: Excuse me. Who exactly are you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana: I’m Indiana Jones, and this is the doc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Pleased to meet you, now, exactly what were we looking for Indiana? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana: The treasure! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housekeeper: The treasure? What treasure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: The one he is trying to look for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock on door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villain disguised as a salesman walks in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villain: Good Morning! I was wondering if you would like to buy these great new products? Having trouble keeping the gas in and not get an ulcer like Whoopi? Having trouble with that hairline? And that flab hanging about? There is a SOLUTION! The fast working DOONUT-P Formula! It can do everything that I have just said, except for one thoughtless side effect…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone looks interested.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housekeeper: Which is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villain: You can’t pee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone gives him a skeptical look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villain: Hey, I sell the product. You buy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana: Hey doc, haven’t you been complaining about….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Shut up Indiana…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housekeeper: Hey, wait a minute…you look familiar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villain: I d-d-do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housekeeper: Nah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villain: Phew…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana, Doc and the Salesman start jabbering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housekeeper gets annoyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housekeeper: Everyone OUT! Everyone OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gets freaked and run out of the house. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; jokes were so... simple... and without the sex... was... different. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 2: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is standing outside, looking freaked out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana: (coolly) PMS? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Maybe so Dr. Jones…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: Excuse me…Detectives coming through! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goes toward the door, ignoring everyone else. Finally knocking on the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera shot is still for the view of Indiana and Doctor. Salesman seems to have disappeared…suddenly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana: How did that detective get in without any complaints? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: (sarcastically) I don’t know…maybe she was HIRED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana: Okay…(looks around) where did that salesman go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Maybe he ran away from that awful lady. So are we going to get that treasure or not? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana: First we have to figure how to get in and where exactly it is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: All right…there’s a wall…climb Indy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; i actually bust out laughing after that... oh man this is cool to read after... uh.... 6-7 years later? woah. im getting old.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 3: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housekeeper: Would you mind staying here alone? I have to go out and do some groceries for Mr. McShowski…you can look all you want! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: Uh-huh…all right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective and dog are too busy looking for clues. Indiana and Doc sneak into the house…detective doesn’t see them…suddenly the villain comes in the house…detective doesn’t see them…then a whole camera crew with reporter comes in…. Detective doesn’t notice them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter taps detective on the shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective jumps, turns around and threatens to shoot the reporter with a magnifying glass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: Oops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: Excuse me, but could you-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: I’m on a case here, so don’t bug me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: But I just want to-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: Zip your trap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: But this is very impor-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: Shh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: I just want to- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: Quiet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: This is going on –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: If you don’t shut up, I’m going to have to stuff this magnifying glass down your throat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: (Gulp) Uh…okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: Tsk. Tsk. Terrible these nosey reporters are, don’t you agree Detective? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; KINI and i were in this scene!! she was like... a year old!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 4: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana and Doctor sneak in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana: It’s got to be around here somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: I’ll check that side of the room, and you check the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana: Your going to do something? (Looks shocked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Yes Indy, I KNOW how to walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Go to both sides of the room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Indiana screams. Doctor runs toward him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: What is it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana: SNAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor looks around, and picks up what looks like a string. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: It’s a worm Indy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana: I knew that…I just wanted to see if you could run! Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana walks away, doctor makes comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: (behind Indiana’s back, does eyebrow thing) Oh you chicken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana grins sheepishly and shrugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both continue to look around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the reporter comes in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: Hello Dr. Jones! What are you-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana: SHH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: And what about you Doc-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Be QUIET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: But all I want is an-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana and Doctor: Get out! Get out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: But-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana: Shh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: Maybe if I-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Shh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: No one wants to be on T.V? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana and Doctor: NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: Oh…but-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana and Doctor sigh. Walk away. Reporter follows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; another thing i remember - i was obsessed over indiana jones during this point in my life. i watched it around 4-5 times... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 5: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villain is in bathroom trying to look for treasure. Suddenly villain hears the door creak…detective comes in…villain hides behind curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective looks around, with binoculars in hand, staring straight at the camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera comes nearer. Detective looks around with binoculars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: Umm…still no sign of anything. (Shouts towards Assistant) Anything? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog looks dumbly, or does whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective continues to look through binoculars, this time straight at the curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: Hmmm…this is strange…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective opens the curtain and sees villain posing weirdly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: Oh, it’s the weird-looking statue! The robber must have placed it in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana and Doctor enter the bathroom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana walks toward the detective and statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana: Uh…excuse me, but what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: Can’t you tell what I’m doing? I have found the missing statue. The villain HAS been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: (trying to analyze the statue) Weird looking statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter runs in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: Exactly what did the- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana and Detective: Shh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective looks up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana, Reporter, Doctor and Dog have puzzled looks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villain runs out of scene, tiptoes behind everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: Who are you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana: I’m Indiana Jones and this is the Doc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: I’m a reporter from KZZN News and I was the one on T.V last night, the cute one that everyone called in for and-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: The phrase was “WHO ARE YOU” not what’s your life story! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Well, actually everyone called in because they wanted you off the air…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: Really? But I hea-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana: Be QUIET! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: Grr…fine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: Mmm…Mmm….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies them for a moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: What? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: What time were you here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana: 9:00? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: Mmm…. Mmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: What is it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: You were here before me…that means…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective walks out, everybody follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective gets dog…retraces steps until reaches foyer…leave annoyed reporter behind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: that you could have been able to go through the garden…into the back of the house…sneak past the plants and…. Voila! Been able to enter the room, steal the statue…placed it in the bathroom…behind the curtain…which has now disappeared… and mess up the documents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana: Uh…well we were actually here to go on some fun treasure hunt (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: Oh…really? Well uh…what’s this treasure thing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villain is once again on the stairs…this time he looks too tired to hide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective and Indiana see him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villain: Forget It! Forget it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: Huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villain: I’m tired of hiding! Being a bathtub hippo! And pretending to be salesmen! I am I! The bad guy! The bad guy! Lets fight! Tooshey! Throw your sword high up in the air. Wave it round like you just don’t care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective sees light saber on table.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective picks it up. Does speech to assistant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both bow Chinese way and start to swordfight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runs upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera shot. Clanging of swords can be heard…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I USED A HE-MAN SWORD FROM CHERRY GROCERY FOR THIS!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Door opens. House Owner walks in…looks up the stairs…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House Owner: What is going on-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Detective comes running down stairs, screaming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villain follows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House Owner: here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting continues. Shouts and things can be heard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next SHOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera follows us…. Stair scene…. Villain and Detective chase each other.&lt;br /&gt;Running occurs. Everybody’s head turns from side to side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera shot messes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective has the plant. Doctor has the dog and Indiana has the villain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: I’ve got him! I’ve…got the stupid plant…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Here’s your stupid dog…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana: And I’ve got the stupid villain…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeowner scratches head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeowner: All right…well…I guess you can all head out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villain: Wait a minute. Who are you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeowner: I’m the dude who owns the place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: Yeah, how sure are we that you’re the owner of this place?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Doctor: You don’t look like you would own a place like this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeowner looks annoyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeowner: All right…all right…I was walking around with my friends when I suddenly came up with this cool idea. Wouldn’t it be cool if our teeth weren’t this yellow? They were like, yeah, that would be cool. I said, that maybe if we started mixing stuff maybe we could come up with something. Well little did we know that baking soda was the thing…so we brought it to some manufacturer guy, and he smiled at us with his yellow teeth and agreed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana: (still has villain) Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villain: That’s why we have toothpaste…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: Thanks to you we have clean teeth…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeowner: Yup, now exactly what are you all doing here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: I was trying to get this guy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana: I was trying to look for the treasure with…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: me… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villain: and I was trying to get the treasure for my machine…and take over the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeowner: Do you even know what this treasure is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looks at each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villain: Uh…no, not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeowner:  Come with me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all follow him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeowner: Well… see, it’s this alien being called a Furby, which is from the land Furbinia and it speaks furbish…very valuable…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective stares at it for a moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana looks interested. Villain looks disgusted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villain: That’s the treasure? I thought it was a large rocket ship! Something that would sail through the skies and help me conquer the world! I’m going home…this was just a waste of time…Sheesh…Furby…. Furbinia…Whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeowner: Actually, someone found that one already…some guy called Dr. Evil or something got it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villain starts freaking out. Hyperventilates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective: Well, I’ve got another case to do, Indy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana looks too caught up in the Furby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana: Okay, here you go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeowner lets him hold it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana: Does it eat snakes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; *blinks* ... next old story/script written to be posted soon. nostalgia... galore. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-107184346326746122?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107184346326746122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107184346326746122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107184346326746122' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-107171347386460652</id><published>2003-12-18T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T10:12:06.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; VACATION!!! &lt;/b&gt; AWOO-GAH-GAH!! there's not really anything much to say on over here = but i must admit i had a ton of fun hanging out with chris as usual last night. its like, anywhere i go, basta its with him - i have a great time. of course, as long as the moods all good. hahah :) -- hmm, i had a very weird dream last night, the bad thing is i dont remmeber it. haha. i usually do remember my dreams - though they're kinda blurry lately, meaning im going into deep sleep lang every night. hmm. but i do remember a night ago that i dreamt about my science experiment, and that too many vitamins bloat the hamster? shizzle. i dont know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; sweet stuff &lt;/b&gt; it aint brother bear - its spirit bear... kinda funny. - still cool nonetheless. i love SPIRIT: STALLION OF THE CIMARRON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TORONTO - Max Howard's Melwood Pictures said Monday that it will produce a computer-generated animated movie, "The Spirit Bear," in part to save and protect British Columbia's endangered white Kermode, or spirit bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howard ("Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron," "The Lion King"), chairman and CEO of Los Angeles-based Melwood Pictures, said in an interview that he will produce the animated feature as an independent project with private financing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film is slated for a spring 2006 release, and Howard said he will approach major studios in about six months - once the project is storyboarded - to discuss eventual distribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Donovan is writing the screenplay for the project, and Leon Joosen is on board to direct. Kevin Richardson of the Backstreet Boys has agreed to oversee the music soundtrack for the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howard said "Spirit Bear" will receive the epic treatment that he gave "The Lion King" and will feature a life-affirming story line about a bear cub as he grows in the wilds of Canada's west coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll be capturing the bears, so rare and unknown like panda bears, in a pristine, unique ecosystem," Howard said. "I see all those same elements (from 'Lion King') woven together with a very real, urgent issue of global importance." &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-107171347386460652?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107171347386460652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107171347386460652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107171347386460652' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-107149016295644607</id><published>2003-12-15T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T20:10:13.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; tis' the season to be jolly - falalalala-la-la-lala&lt;/b&gt; i have been over-eating once again for the whole weekend - including today, aka monday. i ate a banana crepe ala mode with chris today. bearp. i had such a great time with my boo baby today - it was so awesome. i love you hunny bunny!!!! im an over-attached girlfriend. haha :) mwahhzziie. (people must be getting so sick of hearing this... oh well.) well - since im very positive (even if i have three thesis statements including an outline due tomorrow before 10 am) - starting to feel the "ho-ho-ho" ness of christmas, finally. its so lovely to have people to give. i wish i could spend christmas with chris but... *sniffles* he be in cagayan for a while. *sniffles somemore* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; what's on my mind as of...&lt;/b&gt; now? well. i just munched on some fish and had cereal for desert tonight - so now im thirsty again even if i took a bath. funny isn't it - when you take a bath - and there's a ton of water but your still so thirsty cuz you cant drink any of it... ok - cnn, showing saddam's hole. gooo bush! heh heh. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; downloaded the oprah episode of the backstreet boys &lt;/b&gt; i cried twice while watching it!!! *waaaaah* nsync can kiss my ass! they suck they suck compared to this wonderfully warm and loving group!! awww. chris, i shall burn this on a vcd for you. heehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; back to homework &lt;/b&gt; my entry's kinda odd. apologies. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5720063-107149016295644607?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107149016295644607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107149016295644607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107149016295644607' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-107130484690588225</id><published>2003-12-13T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T16:41:34.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; home is really where the heart is &lt;/b&gt; certain times of the day i just get so lonesome cuz i end up missing chris even if he's just sitting at home reading a book. .. this is yet another one of those times. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-107130484690588225?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107130484690588225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107130484690588225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107130484690588225' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-107105120872025321</id><published>2003-12-10T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T18:14:13.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; hmm... about the catholic church -- &lt;/b&gt; hmm, basically - i'd have to admit that i don't agree with the idea that birth control shouldn't be allowed. I don't know what it says bout the aids thing - but if it means treating them like lepers, well... then i'd have to say that, no i don't agree either. though, i do take communion every week - its because i dont see communion as being taken just because the church tells you to... i've been raised kinda oddly. my mom was protestant, my dad was catholic, and i was raised in an episcopalian church - and now we're attending a catholic church again. i take communion because its supposed to be a symbol of Jesus saving us and forgiving us of our sins. I could attend any christian church and still take communion because the bond with that tradition is personal rather than about what the catholic church has to say. just a thought and hopefully people might see it that way... lol, cile got me ranting and actually creating a very compact entry. do comment and express whatever you'd like to say. hehe :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-107105120872025321?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107105120872025321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107105120872025321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107105120872025321' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-107079664864382907</id><published>2003-12-07T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T19:33:55.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up around 8.30 this morning, drove over to polo before i got on my horse - first off, i rode inside then headed outside for a leisurely walk. thinking bout all sorts of things - just trying to breathe. I chanced upon a little girl and her dad - i stopped shazzie right in front of them, and let the little girl pet him. Shazzie was being a dork, wanting to head home - but sweet as ever. The dad was asking all about horses and when his daughter should start riding. After which, I got on Lani and trotted around in the small bullring. She was trotting around but refused to acknowledge the idea of cantering - so i headed outside. The field is the best place to ride - especially with the amazing breeze this morning - it was wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even properly express how awesome it feels to go riding out in the open. All your problems just dissapear for the time-being. Because of the bond i have with lani, i felt a lot of love - for people, for life and for my horse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what else? I'm crazy 'bout chris. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-107079664864382907?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107079664864382907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107079664864382907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107079664864382907' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-107070861849464358</id><published>2003-12-06T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T19:04:19.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. name : kat&lt;br /&gt;x. birthday : june 25&lt;br /&gt;x. piercings : ears&lt;br /&gt;x. tattoos : nada&lt;br /&gt;x. height : 5'8.5"&lt;br /&gt;x. shoe size : 8.5&lt;br /&gt;x. hair color : brown&lt;br /&gt;x. pets : 2 oddball cocker spaniels, my bratty arabian, my sweet thoroughbred, three little ponies (who are as fat as... *ahem* healthy animals...), 1 very large golden retriever, my sister's weirdass hampster with teeth that are e-sharp like incisors!, 3 german shepards that need more love! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LAST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. movie you rented : blockbuster... er... steph, any idea? &lt;br /&gt;x. movie you bought : er... we buy in 10's ;) &lt;br /&gt;x. song you listened to : hey ya - outkast&lt;br /&gt;x. song you had stuck in your head : "rock dj" - robbie williams&lt;br /&gt;x. song you've downloaded : "breathe on me" by brit brit (iz good shizzle!)&lt;br /&gt;x. cd you bought : wow. i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;x. person you've called : chris&lt;br /&gt;x. person that called you : chris and scills&lt;br /&gt;x. tv show you've watched : on dvd? alias - on tv? who's line is it anyway&lt;br /&gt;x. thing you were thinking of : "must buy christmas presents"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. you have a bf or gf : yep yep, mr. chris!! :) &lt;br /&gt;x. you have a crush on someone : michael vartan and kev richardson ... meowr&lt;br /&gt;x. you wish you could live somewhere else :  hmm... usa prolly&lt;br /&gt;x. you think about suicide : not anymore, thanky :)&lt;br /&gt;x. you believe in online dating : hey man, jen's parents met through the net. may work for others - but for me, na, i like face to face. but hey, it may work for others which is cool :) &lt;br /&gt;x. others find you attractive : hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;x. you want more piercings : nope&lt;br /&gt;x. you want more tattoos : used to - now? naw, no more&lt;br /&gt;x. you drink : a whole lot less actually - and im only a social drinker. &lt;br /&gt;x. you do drugs : never and wont ever&lt;br /&gt;x. you like cleaning : bleck.&lt;br /&gt;x. you write in cursive or print : print&lt;br /&gt;x. you carry a donor card : nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOR or AGAINST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. long distance relationships : depends, but if you're really in love with each other - i say, why not? if you're meant to be, distance will be tougher, but wont do a thing. if ur not meant to be together, then distance is not gonna work for you. &lt;br /&gt;x. using someone : naw, not really - unless its just in pure innocence naman hahaha :) &lt;br /&gt;x. suicide: naw&lt;br /&gt;x. killing people : er, herrrooo? &lt;br /&gt;x. teenage smoking : i dont like smoke, i dont smoke. :)&lt;br /&gt;x. doing drugs : naw&lt;br /&gt;x. premarital sex : keep it safe&lt;br /&gt;x. driving drunk : no way jose&lt;br /&gt;x. gay/lesbian relationships: uhm, do i even have a say in this?! lol - do what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVORITE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. song : wow this is tough... i have a LOT of favorites. &lt;br /&gt;x. thing to do : spend time with my chris-baby!, spend time with my friends, going to the gym, watching a movie, watching videos with friends or my parents, the internet, riding my horses, listening to music in the privacy of my room, harassing my kini-butt and chandler-bing-bing, going through instyle...&lt;br /&gt;x. thing to talk about :er, basically anything and everything&lt;br /&gt;x. sports : riding horses, basketball - though not sports, rather exercises: pilates and gym&lt;br /&gt;x. drinks : gatorade and water&lt;br /&gt;x. clothes : jeans and a shirt or a cute dress with some sneakers... man, or plain ol' pantulog.&lt;br /&gt;x. movies : fame, amelie, lord of the rings trilogy, harry potter, say anything, lilo &amp; stitch, sinbad (the cartoon) &lt;br /&gt;x. bands : yeowch, a lot. &lt;br /&gt;x. holiday : new years!!&lt;br /&gt;x. car :my beeoootiful xtrail!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MORE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. ever cried over a girl/boy : er, yeah&lt;br /&gt;x. ever lied to someone : yes&lt;br /&gt;x. ever been in a fist fight/arrested : er, no and no thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NUMBER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. of times I have had my heart broken : once&lt;br /&gt;x. of hearts I have broken : apologies...&lt;br /&gt;x. of boys I have kissed? : skips question (and shaddap, chris knows this)&lt;br /&gt;x. of girls I have kissed? : shhh... ;)&lt;br /&gt;x. of drugs taken illegally : nada&lt;br /&gt;x. of people I would classify as true, could trust with my life type friends : quite a few actually :) thanky&lt;br /&gt;x. of people I consider my enemies : no real super enemies - but quite a few that i very much "hate" - both start with an a&lt;br /&gt;x. of cd's that I own : yeowch.&lt;br /&gt;x. of scars on my body : a few&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-107070861849464358?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107070861849464358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107070861849464358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107070861849464358' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-107028033397284703</id><published>2003-12-01T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T20:06:10.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; oh. my. gawd. &lt;/b&gt; friendster announcement -- remind me not to press accept to just any tom dick or "butch"... I GOT LESBIAN FAN MAIL!!! EWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!! she says she wants to kiss me... and a lot of other things i shouldn't even mention!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*throws alcohol, listerine and sprays baygon on my computer* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-107028033397284703?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107028033397284703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107028033397284703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107028033397284703' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-107002416862769077</id><published>2003-11-28T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T20:56:42.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; kinda cute... &lt;/b&gt; i got all giddy after recieving the "perfect ten" invite on my friendster. haha. cheap thrill. im surpremely bored of my friendster already though... *sigh* :) alright, so updates on the party at my place (everyone reading my blog OBVIOUSLY invited! hehe) -- well, we went and bought some drinks a while ago. got the food and the decorations ready and i just have to send out the invitations tomorrow... er.. .i will work on that tonight. hmm... what else, music!! ARRGGHH!! i have a shitload of downloading to do. any ideas on whats gonna make good party music? i might burn about 4 cds. or sumfin -- and others are bringing cds too. hehe :)  -- well, as i see that my blog is "oh so popular" *points to empty comments box* oh talk about IGNORED, LEFT ABANDONED ON MY BLOGGING STREET.... *cries* *goes and hides in her blogging box on the corner of makati's yellow light district* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; friend accidentally... &lt;/b&gt; posted the URL to a michael vartan image site... *drool* ... (ya know i love ya my pup, as you said - when it comes to alias, we both love it. hahaha :) speaking thereof - WHAT DO I GET MY BABY BOO FOR CHRISTMAS!?!?!?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confession. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im the worst christmas shopper in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i delay everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time december 20 hits. i wont even have started my christmas shopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what i want for christmas? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... more time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-107002416862769077?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107002416862769077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/107002416862769077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107002416862769077' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106993109265686347</id><published>2003-11-27T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T19:05:25.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; tabu? &lt;/b&gt; i really liked the show - it was interesting, but waterfalls in the middle of the stage caused a lotta models to fall on their bottoms. eek. (reason for me having my hands over my eyes or over my heart most of the time) pretty good day at school today... why? well - first off im liking my literature class - secondly, math sucks but at least this time i got the stuff on the board - next, NO PHIL SOC!! nyarharhar!! :) meaning a longass break with my lovey-dovey baby boo! :) i also took real NOTES during chris. civ, and i learned that - (stop eating if you are) they used to dig up their dead popes just so that they could stand trial... isnt that DISGUSTING?! ... which i yelped out loud, causing the girl in front of me to move forwards in her seat. oops. =D -- anyways, back to the show. weirdest thing was that i know a lot more people than i think i know... haha. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; pilates.... kicked my butt... &lt;/b&gt; my back is going OWWWWWWWWW on its own!!! well - the good news is that i only have an inch to lose on my hips... the bad news? i have 4 inches to lose on my waist. talk about... eek. uno momento! must go for a bit - muh sistah calling! :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106993109265686347?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106993109265686347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106993109265686347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106993109265686347' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106982940853071272</id><published>2003-11-26T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T14:50:39.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; silver lining? &lt;/b&gt; please please please please dont even have to need silver lining, just be a good day and evening! please! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106982940853071272?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106982940853071272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106982940853071272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106982940853071272' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106956651863010175</id><published>2003-11-23T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T13:49:06.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; ill always remember... &lt;/b&gt; how mandy moore drove me nuts. i cant listen to her songs anymore because they've all been over played!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. ok.. for some odd reason, my friend just thought lovine was my 4th cousin. how, i have no idea. but i quickly corrected her - thought that took a while too. hmm. odd. another thing to note, my dog snores. she snores a lot. and she runs when she has dreams and tries to bite my hand off... must be dreaming mostly about pursuit, huh? hmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; book bound &lt;/b&gt; i have too much to read AGAIN. so will have it book bound so that none of this shizzle gets lost anymore. i noticed that angry johnny scares the shit out of guys. haha. i just mentioned it to my firend and he just went &lt;br /&gt;"irk." hahaha. :) -- also another thing that i realized, i have a ton more people still to add to my firendster. but im too lazy na. i hate how its so busy and i dont wanna take time to do it.... weird, noh? its like a toy that's fun for a while - then you get bored and dont wanna be on it anymore. pweh. i quite addining, im just collecting requests. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; need help for a thesis on Leonardo da Vinci &lt;/b&gt; any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; im hungry. &lt;/b&gt; excuse me, going to go grab an apple out of the fridge. &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/5720063-106956651863010175?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106956651863010175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106956651863010175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106956651863010175' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106950249111767362</id><published>2003-11-22T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T20:01:58.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; M A N D Y   M O O R E &lt;/b&gt; after seeing her from such a distance - we raced backstage to where she would get out to go to her car - and said goodbye up close, and she said goodbye too. seemed like a sweet girl- cuz she was grinning at us (trician, uris and i) but good fucking gracious, that was IT -- but she yelled back at us! heeheee. that was trippy! she's gonna be on SOP tomorrow - all my hard work gone to waste. i only did the show cuz it was mandy moore. maaaaan. haha. well i guess i was able to do a lot more than what others would... but chris's mum got to meet her and got an autograph!! yeeoow!! hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; now if this were a backstreet boy concert... &lt;/b&gt; id be crawling in their car, their closets, their plane (dont care where i go ... maybe they'll have to keep me forever!!! mwahahahaha) ... ok THEN you'd see constant updated. *jumps up and down* but cool, i got my giddy fame-a-ling thing. but please, bring on the bsb! i want!! i want!! ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; backstage news &lt;/b&gt; nyark nyark nyark. olive oyl wouldnt smile at me!! biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitccccccccccccchhhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; pagod, &lt;/b&gt; update more later! much love! -- kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttttttttt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106950249111767362?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106950249111767362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106950249111767362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106950249111767362' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106929357391376622</id><published>2003-11-20T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T09:59:58.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; 5.30pm till 1.00am? &lt;/b&gt; doesn't sound quite right - and i am exhausted. dammit. i saw olive oyl - she looks like it anyway. she kept looking at me - probably because i just look familiar. but then again, ive been thinking about it, and what the heck do i have to hate her for anyway? ... i've been turning into a judgemental person, and i don't know why... ok, i do know why - but that's besides the point. what i wonder about is what the whole story really is... *shrugs* dont get into it. -- rehearsals were TIRING. its paying peanuts (and we're getting the most pay already... AAAAAAARGGHHH!!) ... and a lot of the girls didn't have anything to drink all afternoon. 2day? im expecting hectic hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; on the bright side? &lt;/b&gt; ill be wearing sneakers. *raises pom poms* -- and it was fun watching the dancers. i wanna take hip hop. it looks funkay. hahaha :) whodie! ... ok im tired, and friendster's getting boring. my invites -are going to be send by this saturday, i. hope. im EXHAUSTED!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; gonna go munch on an orange. &lt;/b&gt; im on a supremo diet that i enjoy. i think its getting to me though... i had a bad dream that my gym trainer, eric, got pregnant and he told me that he can't train me that much anymore. only once and a while. i freaked and ran to golds gym where i ended up getting a trainer called balthazar or sumfin... &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/5720063-106929357391376622?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106929357391376622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106929357391376622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106929357391376622' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106898489037130620</id><published>2003-11-16T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T20:15:08.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; im so thankful to God &lt;/b&gt; for keeping my chris safe today! and his mom too. hoo boy i got so scared. im so glad your ok baby. went to church today to personally thank God for watching over you and ur mum. i talked with my dad and my dad suggests that if you want less expensive but safe, get urself a small suv. that's gonna go for about 1.270 though, but its worth it. the new grand vitara has an under chasis which stops the car from crumbling. the crv and the xtrail are one of the best though - and they're very safe, and have airbags.  -- believe me i am finding myself being given a lecture about the safety of cars from my dad. he's very concerned, and if you need help, he'll help you out with getting the car even daw. he wants to know when ur gonna order it and where etc. if you want the honda, there's a place here near my house. any help - im a phonecall away! love ya baby!!!!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other cars: &lt;br /&gt;- outlander&lt;br /&gt;- escape&lt;br /&gt;- crv&lt;br /&gt;- grand vitara&lt;br /&gt;- xtrail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok... this blog entry is fully directed to chris, but you can all jump in and share comments. heh heh. :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106898489037130620?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106898489037130620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106898489037130620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106898489037130620' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106887455340042464</id><published>2003-11-15T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T13:36:13.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; constant rejection &lt;/b&gt; is a lot to put up with. its just constant blows at ur self-esteem that you thought you once had. i woke up this morning on the wrong side of bed - i guess. something along those lines - but hearing, once again, that hey, i've gotta try again for something because there is yet another possibility for me being not good enough. how that feels, i dont know - painful, maybe? everyone thinks oh its all glamorous, but sometimes its just fucked up. its like - ur rejected because ur face isnt right, ur nose isnt the one they're looking for or your too fucking fat. woah. now i've even got measurement that i have to hit - on the dot, or else im not gonna be called "good enough" for anyone. sometimes i wish i could just stop everything - but there is an inkling, a hunger, if you must call it - that i would like to achieve some sort of status or a specific job that i hope to hit - and once that's hit, i can tell them all to go stuff their qualms about my imperfections up their ass. but im not there yet - and im wondering if that should still be my goal. it might fuck me up even more - that hunger, or that ambition to be something that almost everyone else in this industry is trying to get at as well. i dont know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106887455340042464?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106887455340042464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106887455340042464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106887455340042464' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106882701457663129</id><published>2003-11-15T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T00:23:54.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; i love you chris! &lt;/b&gt; im in such a mood. i know i constantly announce this - but i really really really really am the luckiest girl on earth. my boyfriend is the best! the best! absolutely the most wonderful guy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106882701457663129?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106882701457663129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106882701457663129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106882701457663129' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106877795951436205</id><published>2003-11-14T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T10:48:50.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; vet med &lt;/b&gt; you know what, i have been putting myself down, saying i can't do this and can't do that without even trying or giving it a chance - so while im still early on in college - why not just try for what i really wanted to do in the first place. i have always, ever since i was 4 years old, wanted to become an equine vet. horses, will always be my passion and i want them to be my career. so, wish me luck - im researching on the net for schools, anything and everything to do with it. my mum's advising me to go to new york where i can stay with my tita and look for a good vet school there. Ithaca, anyone? ;) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106877795951436205?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106877795951436205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106877795951436205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106877795951436205' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106873327528131850</id><published>2003-11-13T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T22:21:34.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; ok! this is a LONG one! &lt;/b&gt; why? cuz its rants and a longass survey thingy (which was fun, i did that around early evening, late afternoon... ok more like early evening) -- anyways, today was pretty good. i had a great time with chris, as usual - but i think we're getting sillier by the moment. not that i mind, im having more fun - that may be a problem - cuz now i've turned into tummy-tickler when i havent seen him for a day. *snickers* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; new goals! &lt;/b&gt; ok, so dieting's coming along more seriously. i attacked chicken adobo... BUT at least it was instead of the deep fried fish fritters with ketchup... oh man what am i saying, its more fattening, ISNT IT!? but oh well. it was so good. and im good naman. i have either oatmeal or cereal (berry berry special K!) for breakfast - then a remotely... normal ... (ok i had adobo twice today) -- which a usually fish-like dinner. screw that today. hahaha. but at least im working out, im happy - and my tummy's flat! problem? my hips, my butt, my thighs... gaaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; christmas is almost here! &lt;/b&gt; remember the days when they posted those "christmas countdown" calenders on ur classroom's bulletin board till you reached 5th grade? everything was so exciting then. now its like - "christmas? ACK ITS ALMOST CHRISTMAS! (place a few cuss words here and there)..." does anyone really remember the spirit of christmas? the whole reason for it anymore...?? *sniffs* maaaan. oh well, most of my chrismtases have been so-so... so maybe that's another thing. i appreciate the holiday's reason more than the fun-fest it usually is supposed to be. argh. another new year - but that's my favorite time of the year ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; chris &lt;/b&gt; put that in its own section - why? im feeling so so so so happy and loved today! or maybe im doing all the poking and squeezing and that's the reason for the gigil syndrome? nyarhar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; now im getting sleepy. &lt;/b&gt; my script for the press con isnt even in yet - boy am i gonna have a fit, a scream, oh whatever you call it. its driving me nuts. pray for me tomorrow - that i have a good part and turn out well! you know i wanna host for part of my career (cuz after i rake in millions, i wanna save animals!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halle Berry as Catwoman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/91098/12.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astigidig. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am... a weird but happy human being. &lt;br /&gt;I think... therefore I am? &lt;br /&gt;I know... that I’ve got cute feet. heehee&lt;br /&gt;I want... to lose weight and be sexy like j.lo and jen garner! &lt;br /&gt;I have... a very smelly cocker spaniel. &lt;br /&gt;I wish....for success in life, love, happiness, work and family. &lt;br /&gt;I feel....kinda tired, just finished a pilates work out – what else, ya thunk?&lt;br /&gt;I love... chris! &lt;br /&gt;I hate....people who hurt the people I love. &lt;br /&gt;I do not....think having sheepey feet is a bad thing. &lt;br /&gt;I fear... sharks and ipis!&lt;br /&gt;I swear....too much… ? &lt;br /&gt;I used to....cry everyday. &lt;br /&gt;I spend....most of my time procrastinating. Must stop! &lt;br /&gt;I hear....the news on television.&lt;br /&gt;I search....for something sweet! &lt;br /&gt;I regret....the pain I had to go through before. &lt;br /&gt;I always crave for....something sweet… im a very nibbly person. &lt;br /&gt;I always....want to be friendly, im just very shy. &lt;br /&gt;I never....like it when I hurt the people I love.&lt;br /&gt;I am not....very confident.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot... .swim too far off shore, I get scared when the water gets murky and swim back – really fast. &lt;br /&gt;I fight....due to pms. Sorry po! &lt;br /&gt;I confuse...names, or expressions or tired voices for something worse… aka jump to conclusions! &lt;br /&gt;I need....a hug!&lt;br /&gt;I get....a wet kiss… &lt;br /&gt;I dance....when I have a drink in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;I sing....and people tell me to shut up. &lt;br /&gt;I cry....when I get hurt! Or I have pms!&lt;br /&gt;I like....lots of things… my pets, my phone, my internet, my blog!&lt;br /&gt;I dream of....lots of things, and I remember them most of the time!&lt;br /&gt;I should....probably take a bath rather then sitting here and typing this up…&lt;br /&gt;I am happy....you bet! &lt;br /&gt;I am currently....very full cuz I just ate chicken adobo. &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/5720063-106873327528131850?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106873327528131850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106873327528131850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106873327528131850' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106867975234966686</id><published>2003-11-13T07:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T07:29:09.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; omg my blog works! &lt;/b&gt; ive been having to stick with my laptop and my blogger edit screen never comes out!! now, here it is!! eureka! ok - plus i kept trying because i actually have things to rant about. whatta weirdo! my mum goes muttering off like "you should eat more, ugh, ur like malnourished and grouchy." GREAT. now the parents are going off about the binondo shoot pictures... oh no. its too early. i slept at around 10 pm last night, woke up at around 6.40 this morning. dragged my laptop towards my parents room to hook up to a phone line. i found out also - on another note - that i got my loud sneezing from my dad. whenever he sneezes - literally, poor little piggies houses would fall down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; weird dream again... &lt;/b&gt; i remembered it this morning, but otherwise, er, i forgot na. im feeling blah again today. not in a bad way, just sorta lazy. my hair is wrapped up in a bun - a bit messy... but oh who cares. btw - my mum is saying that chris is a great photographer, that he should go proffessional etc - go chris! i think that's sweet. see? taking pictures of ur boring' ol' girlfriend will always equal praise from my mum. hahaha :) --- erk. but then now she's showing it to the maids that will never let me live down the binondo shoot. its "ooh, aah, what're we looking at again?" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. run, kat, run! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; artista ka na! &lt;/b&gt; MOTHER!!!!! u know i cant? u know i cant act! you know i feel like someones gonna throw eggplants at me. good fucking gracious. this is pissing me off! my mum's constantly trying to push me at showbiz! WHY!?!?!? WHY!?!?!?!? remember what i said about intelligent ruckus? .... WHATTA BOUT HYSTERIA!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; now im gonna go eat cereal.&lt;/b&gt; *munches grumpily on dried strawberries*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106867975234966686?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106867975234966686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106867975234966686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106867975234966686' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106863637464068213</id><published>2003-11-12T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T19:26:11.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never have i been able to post a picture on my blog. there's more on my lj, but i think this one deserves a the spotlight due to its solo appeal... ain't he the cutest? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/110_1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry, i wont eat up memory. its gonna just be more rantings on this blog - a pleasant little rest right here. love ya baby. :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106863637464068213?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106863637464068213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106863637464068213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106863637464068213' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106861083254519065</id><published>2003-11-12T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T12:21:26.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; sick, again. &lt;/b&gt; woke up this morning to the sound of myself choking. so, that was not a pleasant morning, which started at around 2am. i was able to fall back asleep at around 2.30, and woke up at 7.30 - wherin i fell asleep again and woke up at 11. whether it be from exhaustion, or bad food, or that damn binondo shoot... i feel like shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; on the bright side &lt;/b&gt; go check out my lj, got two cute pictures (thanks to chris for letting me upload using his blog). my mum's allowing me to go to the awards... and my trainer got angry about the fact they thought my hips were 2 and a half inches bigger than what they really are. he's cool to have on ur side. i think ill take it easy today and just do pilates tomorrow as planned. im gonna skip my friday press con (maybe) and go to sharls's dinner - that is WAY more important! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; my car is beautiful. &lt;/b&gt; but my dad is not. he's like *Gruff* one more driving lesson. and how the heck am i going to be able to achieve that? now that im sick. tough luck, kat. sigh. tired. tired. tired.nothing more to it. just got stuffed during breakfast, had pears, oranges and oat meal. leave it to my yaya to know that im sick.... cuz now im being pumped like a fruit basket. (did not make sense... yeah yeah yeah) life is so interesting, noh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding that compared to before, i am having less and less to rant about. maybe that's good - maybe that's not so good.. but oh well, whatever. ive got school starting next week. i should have some chismis then. i put myself in my own predicament though - cuz i dont have my block members in my class anymore - rather, i find myself with one of my closest friends - in probably a very strange block. but, a way better schedule, and a lot more need for concentration on my studies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; goal back in place. &lt;/b&gt; here's to trying for my dream to becoming an equine vet. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106861083254519065?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106861083254519065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106861083254519065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106861083254519065' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106851927789322141</id><published>2003-11-11T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T10:54:34.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; my throat is killing me &lt;/b&gt; so much to complain about. i have this raspy sorethroat... not the tonsils... the one where it feels like someone ran sandpaper all over ur throat... aaaarrgghhh. and my cold... i think its an allergy, im sneezing and sneezing and sneezing... and sneezing... you get my point. no going out for a while - because the last time i did that - i ended up in bed for days. i really gotta go to church this week, chris, please make me sama tomorrow or sometime soon, by thursday or friday at least! -- chris's mum came home last night - will check up on how her trip went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; wrote an entry yesterday...&lt;/b&gt; but that got deleted. frustrating. damn computer went nuts on me kahapon. ok, some bitching came out yesterday. i found out that im a lot happier when people beside me dont fuel that negativity... i was fine until a certain person started bringing up 1) the man (aka the one i wanted to throw beer bottles at) 2) more love to the other one, "aww, kat, he musta loved her so much..." (me, going nuts trying to keep a straight face).... 3) brings up pictures.... etc. I WASNT EVEN THINKING ABOUT THESE THINGS!! i asked her already, please dont bring stuff up like that up... it just gets me angry, ya know? so im sorry.. about the way i was acting yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; im hungry. &lt;/b&gt; my household forgets about me during breakfast time. its either - i run down and shake people down for my breakfast, or i just dont get any. *Sigh* oh well, i need to lessen my "measurements" ey? crappy. going down to the agency today and gonna go see what's up... whatever's gonna happen. dragging chris along. nyarknyarknyark! -- speaking of, im gonna go and post some pix that i took and that he took of us. cutie. :) i think he's adorable... adoooorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 145 friendster friends, man! &lt;/b&gt; and 26 testimonials! nyahahahaha :) im gooo-ooood. and the cuteness also leaves some more reason for em... hahahaha! :) &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/5720063-106851927789322141?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106851927789322141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106851927789322141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106851927789322141' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106837855195278356</id><published>2003-11-09T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T19:49:09.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; internet failed me once again &lt;/b&gt; got my internet back today - wel, sorta, am using my mother's laptop. watching cnn - plastic surgery scares the shit out of me. will do my very best to stay healthy, strong and sexy all my life!!! the right diet and lifestyle = looking and feeling younger! botox is freaking the shizzle out of me. relaxing ur muscles... they killed a cow by injecting botox.... ok .. onto something more pleasant - sorry, have not logged on since nov.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; but so so so happy! &lt;/b&gt; i have spent the whole week with chris and let me tell you - that is just fantastic. so so wonderful. my family seems to be warming up even more to him. hey, my dad is talking to him now - that must mean good. haha. :) boy, do i love ya. its just so amazing how much you can love someone - the sign that it's right is that ur happy - and let me tell you, im so happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; pms about to be over. &lt;/b&gt; i have major need to diet - but at least im feeling mucho better now. mucho mucho better. if im gonna be backstage with mandy moore - i better get my butt in shape! (literally!) ooh boy i hope i get to meet her - even if i have to elbow my way over to her through damn socialites that'll try and eat her up. gah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; update on the book issue &lt;/b&gt; finished coraline (thanks hunny bunny) and reading "breathing room" now - so far so good and i only just started. :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106837855195278356?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106837855195278356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106837855195278356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106837855195278356' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106800518174818510</id><published>2003-11-05T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T12:06:20.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; i drive myself nuts. &lt;/b&gt; sitting down on the chair, typing away - happy as hell cuz my internet line finally works. as i was connecting - i started justifying all the reasons why internet should probably be working today - and alas, i was right. galing, noh? -- finished getting my schedule and enrolling na. can we say PAIN IN THE ASS!!!! i sat there from like 6 am all the way till like 10.30... by the end of it, everyone looks kinda like the school zombie. you sit there going "fucker, fucker, fucker, fucker..." at every person that has the lucky priority number before you. (being number 94, there were a lot of "fuckers") &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; eyebags and health...&lt;/b&gt; got home at around 1 am, but slept at around 2.30/3.00 and woke up at 5 am to go to that enrollment. at least got an alright schedule. but its tough. gotta work hard to sustain my gpa this sem though. i was able to get a 1.8 average this time around on my gwa. phew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; my pms SUCKS!!! &lt;/b&gt; i feel horrible. i feel sick. i feel woozy. i feel bloated. i am bloated. i am angry. i am grumpy. i hate my cramps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; no sleep. &lt;/b&gt; grrrrrrrowl. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106800518174818510?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106800518174818510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106800518174818510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106800518174818510' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106791763738419252</id><published>2003-11-04T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T11:47:15.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; i hate hormones. &lt;/b&gt; there's a pun intended in that - but also the fact that i hate hate hate and i mean hate, pms! i just went on a 3 hour drive (refresher driving lessons) my butt hurt, my back hurt, my neck hurt, and i had to pee!!! (ur bladder becomes problematic during pms, for all those boys that dont know that.. no long trips without bathroom nearby, please.) &lt;b&gt;current mood = grumpy&lt;/b&gt; mutter mutter mutter - nicer place indeed, how bout a lot more synthetic? pweh. nice people are truly nice - nice people dont go being bitchy by pretending to be nice and being overly ksp and pretending to like me. its clear to me that she hates my guts. oh what do i care. just as long as she stays away - i wont have to throw empty beer bottles at her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; promise you - mood will get better &lt;/b&gt; i used to be nice - before pms hit. before pms, fact is, i felt free and nice and happy and without any problems... i could tolerate things a lot better... now? all im seeing is red. i think i beeped and muttered and yada yada during my driving lesson today. btw- im done with that. it was fun. i think i hit a 100 on the highway &amp; my teacher didn't complain. SCORE! wont do that too much. i was responsible, and slowed down at the right times. - dont worry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; SPIT tonight &lt;/b&gt; i cant wait, i need laughs. i need no more stress, i need hugs and kisses galore too, baby. *sniffs* i have needs: must. be. cuddled. soon. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106791763738419252?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106791763738419252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106791763738419252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106791763738419252' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106777816515226407</id><published>2003-11-02T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T21:07:15.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; hoppin' hoppin' &lt;/b&gt; "im nasty, you know me - but you still wont let me fuck witcha babyy..." watching jennifer lopez strut her stuff in the "im real" video on my computer.. hmm, and then i got to thinking bout the things i want to be able to do: and one of those is definately learning how to salsa! -- currently on the first episode of Alias... nakakaaliw! woohoo :) i like i like. :) but dammiiiitt... for those who havent seen it, the first ep is harsh. harsh, damn harsh. fuckers.  -- hrmm, back to friendster news, another random person trying to add me... thing is, im so bad with names - i cant seem to figure out whether i know this girl really or not... ARGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; FINALLY &lt;/b&gt; gotta call bout the concert - its moved to march 13th! nyah :) better though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; mucho special day today! &lt;/b&gt; its my sister's bday! woohoo :) she's currently spending all her time watching my entire stack of season 1 and season 2 of THAT 70's SHOW. haha. im here trying to do the Alias thing. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; pet peeve &lt;/b&gt; sister and i both agree -- WE HATE PLASTIC PEOPLE!! pweeeeh. had quite a few meets with the likes of these... dont they just get under ur skin? haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; btw, i love love love love love &lt;/b&gt; chris's testimonial!! woohoo, finally! :) mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah. love ya :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;b&gt; oh no! &lt;/b&gt; my mum just finished all of alias's first season in 2 days! must save her! (meaning: running off to go steal em away and watch em till my eyeballs go dry! mwahahahaha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106777816515226407?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106777816515226407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106777816515226407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106777816515226407' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-10677608808540143</id><published>2003-11-02T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T22:30:18.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; man who wrote this...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you most like about your body? Thinking bout that – its either the upper torso or my feet. My feet are cute. * wiggles toes * &amp; they never change size anymore! haha&lt;br /&gt;2. And least?: everything else between the upper torso, and my calves. &lt;br /&gt;3. How many fillings do you have? Used to be quite a sweet tooth… ok im STILL a sweet tooth… bah, go ask my dentist.  &lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you're good looking?: What can I say? Chris has good taste now… hahahahaa ;)  -- im cute. Not Jennifer garner cute, but cute.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do other people often tell you that you're good looking?: who the heck wrote these questions!?!? &lt;br /&gt;6. Do you look like any celebrities?: I have been compared to (this is thru time, starting from 8th grade till present) – started off with donita rose, then evolved into Jennifer love Hewitt, then evolved into Christine turlington (why??), then to Mariah carey, then to Alicia keys, then to Jennifer Garner. … one day some poor kid is going to be harassed and poked at: “YOU LOOK LIKE KAREN!” poor child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 45 Questions, eh? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WHAT IS YOUR MIDDLE NAME?&lt;br /&gt;Luisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT KIND OF PANTS ARE YOU WEARING AND WHAT &lt;br /&gt;COLOR? nike bbal shorts, white and black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? &lt;br /&gt;"Fighting Temptation"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT ARE THE LAST 4 DIGITS OF YOUR &lt;br /&gt;PHONE NUMBER? &lt;br /&gt;6989&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;holy cow - turkey, pancit, salmon &amp; dill sauce and chicken pie! oh and sampaloc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR &lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;blue or purple :) &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;7. HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW? &lt;br /&gt;bloody hot&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;8. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? &lt;br /&gt;chris!  :) -- thanks fer coming today btw. :) mwah&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;9. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT &lt;br /&gt;THE OPPOSITE SEX? that smile ;) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU THIS? &lt;br /&gt;yes yes, got it off friendster cuz of mel. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. HOW ARE YOU TODAY? &lt;br /&gt;relaxed, just ate sampaloc, mon :) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12. FAVORITE DRINK? grape juice or chrysanthemum tea!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK? &lt;br /&gt;vodka citron &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. FAVORITE SPORTS? &lt;br /&gt;riding &amp; bball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. HAIR COLOR? &lt;br /&gt;brown&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16. EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;brown&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?&lt;br /&gt;yessum&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18. SIBLINGS AND THEIR AGES? &lt;br /&gt;26 &amp; 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.FAVORITE MONTH&lt;br /&gt;JUNE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. FAVORITE FOOD? damn that's a lot. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? - alex &amp; emma, yucky doo. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;22. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR? a good one? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;23. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT? - yep-- ok, shuddap. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. DO YOU LIKE SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDING &lt;br /&gt;MOVIES BETTER? - happy ending movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. SUMMER OR WINTER? - summer that's not too hot :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. HUGS OR KISSES? - definately both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? - vanilla or white chocolate, uhhm yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU WANT YOUR FRIENDS TO WRITE BACK? - i know steph is gonna steal this anyway... haha&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;30. WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? - steph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? - everyone else :) (this is on a blog... er... who cares?!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? - EHEHEHEHE, ROMANCE NOVELS!! BEWITCHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT'S ON YOUR SCREEN SAVER (Also DESKTOP)? - eheh - bsb? it changes though, K!? it moves around from pets, to hot people, to kevin richardson.... *drools* or j.lo :) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;34. FAVORITE BOARD GAME? - Monopoly... even if i lose all the time! grruff. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;35. WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT? - watch dvd's with chris! :) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;36. FAVORITE SMELL? - hmm... chris when he takes a bath. hahahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU &lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP IN THE MORNING? - "what time is it?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. FAVORITE ALBUM TITLE? (JUST THE TITLE, &lt;br /&gt;REGARDLESS OF THE MUSIC) - Stripped. (nyahahahaha) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. EVER BREAK SOMEONE'S HEART? - er, yes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;40. DO YOU SMOKE? IF YES, PLEASE ELABORATE: nope nope nope :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY? whiney-ness, freaking out, and the jealousy is going down (I HATE PLASTIC PEOPLE THOUGH DAMMIT!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY? er, im nice? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. HAVE ANY NICKNAMES? too many, some are quite embarssing too :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHEN DID YOU LAST "GET SOME?" - skips this question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. ARE YOU HAPPY? - yep! why not? i got my shnuggle bunny back home! &amp; he survived lunch with my whole family! HAHAHAHA :) &lt;br /&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/5720063-10677608808540143?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/10677608808540143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/10677608808540143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#10677608808540143' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106769702280467994</id><published>2003-11-01T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T22:30:21.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; bless saturdays :) &lt;/b&gt; i had a wonderful day with chris, sitting around my living room - we watched monty python's holy grail (doesn't it kick so much ass?! :) and alex &amp; emma... which i didn't like much at all. all in all, i had a ton of fun, sitting there talking, joking around -- my boyfriend's the best best best guy in the entire universe. :) damn hot too. haha. :) ooh and i found out that enrico's back in manila... YEY!! haha, chris's cousin is too adorable for words! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is my sister's 26th birthday (shh, dont tell her i told you... haha) and we're all just gonna have lunch together. after which, i think im gonna go take a ride and relax myself. monday on the other hand, i have a 4 hour refresher driving course - ditto with tuesday. mwahahaha :) then off to SPIT on tuesday, and then enrollment on wednesday morning. pweh. oh well. 24 days of school anyhoo -- but man oh man do i love vacation. &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/5720063-106769702280467994?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106769702280467994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106769702280467994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106769702280467994' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106767036192243723</id><published>2003-11-01T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T15:06:00.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Halloween Jinx &lt;/b&gt;  The real reason why I should've kept my promise a long time ago that i would never celebrate halloween... last year, it was 10 times worse, so let me just accept today as a blessing. haha. :) i had a ton of fun with chris though, as i always do. though i think he should've stayed home and gotten some sleep because that boy just came off a really really long flight. sleepy boy who i love so much, huh? :)  i wish that i could've made my sister and scil enjoy halloween - but hey, there's always a next time. and i usually have it better during other events. haha. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just really tired. waiting for chris to come over then we'll go bum downstairs with a bunch of dvds and turn into real professional couch potatoes. love ya baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106767036192243723?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106767036192243723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106767036192243723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106767036192243723' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106758064530591841</id><published>2003-10-31T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T14:10:44.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; News on Punk'd &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kutcher's Punk'd Show Goes Too Far&lt;br /&gt;October 28, 2003&lt;br /&gt;Ashton Kutcher's hit prank show Punk'D is beginning to turn nasty with Missy Elliott and Tommy Lee refusing to see the funny side of their humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kutcher was seen rushing to prevent violence from erupting in a jewellery store when a practical joke on rap star Elliott turned sour in Sunday night's second season premiere.&lt;br /&gt;Elliott threatened to smash glass casing in the store when she was told a diamond-encrusted cross she was having cleaned had been misplaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fans of the show will see an annoyed Tommy Lee attacking Kutcher's Punk'd camera crew after he discovers he's the victim of a practical joke on next week's MTV show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One prank on Carmen Electra and Dave Navarro from the first season of the show still hasn't been aired because it turned nasty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Former backstreet boy Nick Carter thinks he's punking his good friend Tommy Lee, only to find that the tables have been turned on him... Tommy Lee thinks he and his friend Nick Carter are going for a test drive only to find that they've been involved in a hit and run Punk'D style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source:&lt;br /&gt;www.rockontv.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; hrmmm.... &lt;/b&gt; man, well i still love punk'd. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106758064530591841?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106758064530591841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106758064530591841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106758064530591841' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106751765739849717</id><published>2003-10-30T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T20:40:47.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; CHRIS COMING HOME!!! &lt;/b&gt; CELEBRATE!!!! :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106751765739849717?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106751765739849717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106751765739849717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106751765739849717' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106740175632107311</id><published>2003-10-29T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T12:29:15.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; massive headache...&lt;/b&gt; i jumped out of bed this morning because my horse, shazzie, had colic. scared the shit out of me. i heard it was pretty bad that morning, good thing the vet, dr. ingrid was there to fix him up. we had car problems at the wrong time! so i had to wait till 10 oclock before i could go over there. that horse scared the shit out of me. im just really on edge about my horses. they mean the world to me - and i do everything and anything to keep them in good shape. -- sigh of relief when i came there and dr. ingrid was sitting in front of him, while shazzie was munching away at the grass and then started bullying me but butting my leg with his nose and trying to eat my hair... good ol' shazziekins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; tension between siblings: &lt;/b&gt; middle sister woes. i think im a tad bit too bitchy though... oops. naw. im just really frustrated with having her constantly in the house when she's already married. it just annoys the shit out of me. they have two cars (both grandeur SUVs), and she is constantly shopping... she has things i sure as hell cant afford or i sure as hell wont buy! (armani this, versace that, gucci this...) -- and tells my whole family: "OH, WE DONT HAVE ANY MONEY." so they mooch off our house budget. we're having a hard time as is trying to keep the car schedules right... we're a big family and everyone has to go places - but oh no, my sister loves to whine and scream at everyone. all the maids hate her in this house. and sadly, im beginning to get that feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; oh and better then ever! &lt;/b&gt; they decided to try creating a trial against DAVIDE!! the most honest guy IN this fucking country. ping and nanding, BURN IN HELL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; costume problem: &lt;/b&gt; since the whole family's been using the damn car - this thing hasnt happened either. im gonna go dressed as a SACK on halloween if this continues!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; im grouchy. i hate this morning. afternoon, please be better. and dont let it have to do with me kicking my sisters ass, please.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106740175632107311?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106740175632107311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106740175632107311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106740175632107311' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106734288393976315</id><published>2003-10-28T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T20:08:03.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; hello! &lt;/b&gt; i think im sick... im sick and missing chris like crazy. i had a very stressful day - almost sat on my middle sister's head cuz she annoys me so frickin' much. - she woke me up an HOUR before i REALLY had to get up - and i slept at 2am, so imagine my mood... *grumbles* - then i had to attend a casting @ 3... asked me to lie bout my age: i said HELL NO!! ok, not those words but... "hi, excuse me, i'm not comfortable lying about my age." ... they gave in with a frown. *shrugs* so be it. i ain't gonna go pretending like im a good 2 years older! gah! wore my cute little skirt though! yey! :) gymed in the morning, then pilates in the afternoon. had 2 salmon sandwiches and now im sitting in front of the computer admiring my friendster. hahaha :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; message to my shnuggle bunny: &lt;/b&gt; I MISS YOU!!! CMERE, GIMMIE A HUG! I LOVE YOU BABY BOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; a joke that jen and scil will only probably get... ;) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys Names:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex - shy but sensitive, gets screwed over by women (hmm...interesting...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian - mean and only thinks of himself, no he's not the Messiah he's just a naughty boy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howard - likes small-breasted women and pornography &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin - Always attracts really fit girlfriends, also has a large penis, really nice to women &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick - HORNY! but really nice - can't get past the missionary position&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106734288393976315?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106734288393976315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106734288393976315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106734288393976315' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106725791348122030</id><published>2003-10-27T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T20:37:07.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; think the time is right? &lt;/b&gt; what an eventful day! looks like my dad got yet another car... *sigh* but its a revo... *mutters* haha. looks like i have a crash-course koche!!! nyahaha! my dad wants me to practice on it since its an automatic before i move on to my beautiful baby, my xtrail! alright, onto other things. song that's stuck in my brain is currently "the Chimpanzee song" ... i swear its catchy, and the lyrics make me laugh out loud. *shrugs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;odd thing today, was going home from polo when i spotted a couple of kids playing indian ball. i remembered those days. i was a mean-ass when it came to indian ball. i used to beat up boys - and smack everyone in site with a ball - then if they were my friend on the other team, i was nice enough to hit them on the leg rather than their stomach. =D aren't i so kind? haha. man that was a pretty rough sport for small kids... no wonder the ones with glasses hated it. (i only got my glasses in 6th grade...) -- when geeky was associated with glasses, thank gawd that now glasses are associated with either the "clark kent thing" (whats behind the GLASSES... *drool*) or "the idiot who read too many books or is constantly on the internet" or... "its the genes, baby"... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished reading WICKED! and let me tell you - that's definately a wickedly good book. :) im onto "nobody's baby but mine" and i swear its hilarious. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok - so i got mad today. once again my middle sister doesnt know what the HELL a "schedule" is. she took my gym session - so i stomped off and left her stranded by heading over to polo. can i say... &lt;b&gt; I LOVE MY HORSES!!!! &lt;/b&gt; i felt a hundred times better after i rode em. my wonderful wittle baby boos. i also rode my friends horse - she couldn't control the horse, but he was fantastic with me. heehee. then again, she is like what... 12 years old and the horse is only 3 years old. big horse with lots of spirit isn't going to be too kind. very playful. but my horse, lani, is the hardest to control - so she makes any OTHER horse look easy. shizzle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeeeeeeeey - my yahoo! is EMPTY cuz everyone's on VACATION!! chris, my mom said that when you get back you have to show her all your pics!! she's way too excited... lol. and btw... *cries* MY TESTIMONIALS. since i AM addicted to friendster, sniff, i'd like it if the friends that really mattered... *sniff* write me good ones... but ah, woe is me... kat gets no love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106725791348122030?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106725791348122030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106725791348122030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106725791348122030' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106713852974064295</id><published>2003-10-26T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T11:22:09.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; i forgot to say!! &lt;/b&gt; I have a sincere LACK of photos of you and i, chris! we need more!! ... *pouts* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106713852974064295?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106713852974064295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106713852974064295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106713852974064295' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106713787277775596</id><published>2003-10-26T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T11:11:12.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; read WICKED asap! &lt;/b&gt; alright, be happy - im addicted to my book. i stayed up till 2am just to read as much as i could... ok, chris, you are going to have to read this book whether you really want to or not. yes yes, i know its a romance novel - but its just way too awesome! its just too frickin' hilarious. -- and ignore the girly dove on the front cover, ok? -- its just such an adorable novel. it doesn't follow the same rules as a usual romance novel. i swear, its so hilarious. i lav this book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; on the friendster topic &lt;/b&gt; im actually mellowing out a bit - i check it, but now i dont spend longass hours on it. ooh, but you do end up with some chismis on it though... if that's not supposed to be the case then... er, oops? haha. ok, waiting for testimonials from the ff people who read my blog: *coughs loudly* CHRIS, CILE, ALEXIS &amp; KAYE. *growls* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; birthday comin' up soon.... &lt;/b&gt; 26 years of age (which she'll deny) is coming up on nov. 2 for margelina! what to get her... what to get her... *drums fingers* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; tomorrow will go shopping for costumes... &lt;/b&gt; i think im gonna rummage through camp suki since i have discount. haha. and i still have to figure out that blonde wig or else i will HAVE to go as a brunette *sigh* haha. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i also wanted to say: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now off to go ride, then have a good massage at polo, pare. ;) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106713787277775596?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106713787277775596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106713787277775596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106713787277775596' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106707399166348468</id><published>2003-10-25T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T17:26:31.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; feeling kinda "dirtaay" &lt;/b&gt; listening to the song... i'm an internet whore! woohoo!! *growls* and im gonna get rabid too... lol. nothing, totally in a random - weirdass mood. safe flight to alexis btw, have fun in vancouver man! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok things i have found out about friendster: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) that i have several different groups of friends... hrmm... interesting. &lt;br /&gt;2) yes, too many "look at me, look at me" pix... but hey, dont kick yourself and try not to not look good on it either...&lt;br /&gt;3) everyone's on this damn thing&lt;br /&gt;4) i'm talking bout it too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to real life - just came from the gym. maaaan its awesome. but im getting soft again. *pout* 3 more weeks of vacation... MUST. GET. SEXY. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;computer's going to be moved into my room as soon as dsl comes in... i have a xanga site- www.xanga.com/rreowr ... oh no. lol. its a cool site though - i just dunno how to put those side linky thingies yet... *Growls* &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/5720063-106707399166348468?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106707399166348468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106707399166348468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106707399166348468' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106701211989732181</id><published>2003-10-25T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T00:15:19.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; givin' in to temptation... &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i currently have the ff accounts: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) blogger&lt;br /&gt;2) lj&lt;br /&gt;3) xanga&lt;br /&gt;4) ezboard&lt;br /&gt;5) tag-board&lt;br /&gt;6) village photos&lt;br /&gt;7) ... friendster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs and hides* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106701211989732181?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106701211989732181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106701211989732181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106701211989732181' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106699967507544318</id><published>2003-10-24T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T20:47:54.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; friendster issues &lt;/b&gt; ok... so i was sitting next to priscilla (who's currently shaking her head right beside me) ... and i asked for her to go into her friendster account so that i could take a look... then i said, "should i sign up?" she said, "yes." then i said, "oh wait... but. no... no..." her: "up to you" ... me: "seriously, should i?" .... you know what happens... so here i go, going on friendster... trying to sign up.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) NO PROFILE, yada yada&lt;br /&gt;2) my email isn't verified&lt;br /&gt;3) my password isn't correct&lt;br /&gt;4) FRIENDSTER's DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... its a sign. i swear its a sign. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stops trying to sign up* .... sorta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the devil, i tell ya, the devil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must. not. be. tempted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRISCILLA GET AWAY FROM SITTING NEXT TO ME...!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106699967507544318?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106699967507544318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106699967507544318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106699967507544318' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106688358756043249</id><published>2003-10-23T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T12:33:07.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; SEMESTER BREAK &lt;/b&gt;- will officially start today. why "Will?" I have a paper i know nothing about due today as my APS final exam grade. i'm partnered up with monica, but she hasn't emailed her part to me yet. *whimper* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a huge chaotic arguement last night about our car privilages (sp?) last night... because of lack of drivers &amp; too many people in the house needed car service, now my mum wants me to take refresher courses so that i can drive my car PRONTO!! ... wooohooo. *cruising around in her cute lil' xtrail* haha. &amp; this is the deal, as my dad says: "first, you're gonna be driving to school with a driver in the front seat - UNTIL we figure out that you're not gonna wreck the car... then you can drive by yourself na." EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! yey!! YeY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! this is the absolute last straw with the whole HALLOWEEN COSTUME thing: bonnie and clyde (chris wants bullet marks on us!) or diana the huntress &amp; hades? (my sister's idea) ... OR? *grumbling* ive got a week and 2 days to fix up 2 costumes... *mutters* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... now im worried. will i have the car tomorrow or not?! ... i have to go alll the waaaay to laguna!! eeek. -- gonna visit my old chum chums: sexypao, the nun &amp; sugarbumpkinz! &amp; mr. mckenzie!!! he's the best guidance counselor ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;problems with village photos... *Growls*my session keeps expiring.... moaaan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a paper i know nothing about due. *cries* PHILIPPINE ECONOMY. I DO NOT HAVE A BUSINESS MIND!! CULTURE, WHY COULDNT WE COMPARE CULTURE?!?! RELIGION?!?! ANYTHING ?!?!?!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5720063-106688358756043249?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106688358756043249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106688358756043249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106688358756043249' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106680034516885881</id><published>2003-10-22T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T13:25:44.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; in response to... &lt;/b&gt; oh no no, i know that she probably just put her blog addy on her friendster or sumfin - that's fine... im just voicing out some thoughts that ran through my head when i viewed her blog, that's all. i apologize if i've offended anyone. i rant and rave on my blog - people probably laugh at me all the time. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106680034516885881?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106680034516885881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106680034516885881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106680034516885881' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106673932359695293</id><published>2003-10-21T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T20:28:43.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; confession of an addict &lt;/b&gt; ... i bought two new skirts. two cutsie, a-line, short but adorable plaid skirts from mango. i'm in love with them. i wear em with sneakers, and they are absolutley fantastic. i love them. i can make them a bit more dressy with a change of shoes and shirt, and totally casual by putting on some sneakers and a t-shirt or tank top... i can make em downright sexy with a hot top.... meowr. we were at shang again today - and i almost ran into the adidas shop. i was staring at all the new shops ... *sigh* i bought a hat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must rein myself back from shopping too much. .. or at least have the budget for it. new plan: saved up money for xmas gifts - so, will only shop AFTER i've gotten everyone's gifts... cuz THEN i can go and spend the money the way i like... but then again, ill be saving up for you-know-who's birthday next year again... so... pweh. lol. i'll have to drag my parents along then during shopping sprees or else im not gonna have anything in my wallet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i wasn't able to finish up my language exam!! DAMN WOMAN! everyone wanted to kick her ass after our exam. she started THIRTY minutes LATE and expected us to rush through it... *low growl from throat* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention, i woke up 20 mins b4 my exam... flew through the traffic... hadn't eaten, hadn't had any water... mother was late when i had an appointment that meant for me to be there BEFORE 12... *roar* i calmed down when i had food in my stomach... i had a biggass seafood salad @ cibo's with a nice red grape shake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i calmed down after a longass nap that i took that afternoon - but i woke up to my sister experimenting with her new vid cam. *sigh* remind me never to wear my bootylicious shorts to sleep... yep, that's on camera too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i was late for pilates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everything turned out ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm on my 10th romance novel...i think my sister's getting close to that already... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huge men with hair on their chests - loud roars vs. timid little blonde wife that have "lion's hearts"... words mostly used: daft, passionate, ignite, "the fire within her", laird....all these scottish lairds. im onto the english baron now... he's still a roaring, overly huge man (all places)... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i promise better reading during sem break... cuz now i have enough time to be able to think and read again. this schools semester is over on thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more exam today, and a paper to turn in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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*tilts head* &lt;/b&gt; i was reading bianca's blog... and i must say, some of those comments are harsh. yipes. -- but then again, she does have a fan. heehee. i don't know whether to laugh or cry. she has obviously been advertising her blog... -- id die if anyone other than you viewed my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha -- "onto the latest news, it seems that ms. kat is actually completely psychotic, evidence on luika.blogspot...yada yada" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shudder* think about it...do you really want people to read you rant on and on about life, pain, nonsense... etc??? eeek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i moved on to ala's blog... and i just blinked. i remember one comment on an interview or something or the other in a magazine i picked up: ala: "its not because of my DAD that i've been able to gain my place..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sits down* .... *howls in laughter* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turn to my dad then and go- "well?" ... my dad: "*gives me a look* i know her dad, of course her dad got her there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you really think about it - there are only so many ways you can get "on top" in this society: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) steal money&lt;br /&gt;2) have the golden last name&lt;br /&gt;3) good fuckin' gracious, u've got luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and if you don't have luck on your side -- you work hard, until that luck ends up on your side, somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pouts* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sings* "whatta wonderful world..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106666064570704537?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106666064570704537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106666064570704537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106666064570704537' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106655429684504091</id><published>2003-10-19T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T22:18:05.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; fixed! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news.scotsman.com/features.cfm?id=1140932003"&gt; uh oh &lt;/a&gt; brit brit in trouble?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106655429684504091?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106655429684504091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106655429684504091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106655429684504091' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106646311912757624</id><published>2003-10-18T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T15:45:18.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; oh im so angry &lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.clevescene.com/issues/2003-10-01/feature.html/1/index.html"&gt; fucking sick people &lt;/a&gt; - the most disgusting thing i have ever read. every fucking person is human. arrrgh. im so so pissed. every single one of these losers better get full-out karma - or someone better go kick their asses or else i will!!! ...i don't think i can write properly. im disgusted by these damn men. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106646311912757624?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106646311912757624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106646311912757624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106646311912757624' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106640895298443206</id><published>2003-10-18T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T00:42:32.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; **taken off val's journal =) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Kat&lt;br /&gt;Birthdate: June 25th&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'8 1/2"&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: Right handed&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: Crabby. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TWO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoes you wore today: white Adidas red-lined sneakers&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness:&lt;br /&gt;external: *sings* i get weak in the knees i can hardly breathe...&lt;br /&gt;internal: my heart. my jealous streaks. &lt;br /&gt;Your fears: ipis!!!&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect pizza: woooo. garlic shrimp pizza from yellow cab (i have given in) &lt;br /&gt;Goal you'd like to achieve: 10m a year pare!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your most overused phrase on AIM/messenger: hehe :) &lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts first waking up: er, its usually *grouchy* *get the fuck out of my face* *stop waking me up* *go away* or *hides under pillow*&lt;br /&gt;Your best physical feature: im guessing my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your bedtime: 12 and up!!&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory: wow, this is a lot. but hey look at life this way - there are memories to miss, but more to make :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: ew.&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: mcdo - but dammiiiit whoppers @ burger king were good &amp; they endorsed backstreet boy toys!! heeheee&lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates: whichever, both are fun :) &lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: ADIDAS!!! but nike's awesome too&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Iced Tea or Nestea: hrmm...sola? ;) &lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: vanilla!! (ice ice baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE: Do you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: nope nope&lt;br /&gt;Cuss: hell fuckin' no!&lt;br /&gt;Sing: believe it or not - yes! hahahaha. :) ("pasko, pasko"! - kiddin steph)&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower everyday: squeaky clean!&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush: yessum, he's performing onstage in chicago... lol&lt;br /&gt;Think you've been in love: what do you mean, THINK? i AM!! &lt;br /&gt;Want to go to college: arent i in it? the thought now is... please oh please... let me survive it!!&lt;br /&gt;Like high school: nawt really. &lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: yes&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yoursef: yes i can do it!! i can do this - *pumps iron* *looks at phone* *keeps pumping muscles* ... CHRIS, COME HOME NA!!!! heeheee&lt;br /&gt;Get motion sickness: reading in the car... tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Think you're attractive: i sure as heck hope so!&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health freak: you bet!&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your parents: most of the time - my rents are awesome. just odd, like me. &lt;br /&gt;Like thunderstorms: awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Play an instrument: i can whistle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX: In the past month, have you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol: actually, shizzle, i dont think so. &lt;br /&gt;Smoked: nope&lt;br /&gt;Done a drug: midol? ;)&lt;br /&gt;Gone on a date: many in fact, with muh lova-lova&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: yep yep&lt;br /&gt;Eaten an entire box of Oreos: nope nope&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi: arrrgh, stop making me hungry&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: have i? shizzle. well tomorrow i will be. haha&lt;br /&gt;Gone skating: i wanna!! i wanna&lt;br /&gt;Made homemade cookies: i can't bake, cook, boil water - etc, fo shizzle. i can use a microwave though! :) :) :) &lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping: at some point in my life i better answer yes to this question... but at the moment, no.&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: nope nope&lt;br /&gt;Stolen anything: i dont think so... ok wait, a few pens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN: Have you ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a game that required removal of clothing: shet man, sana! next time!! next time! we're gonna play bullshit the RIGHT way!&lt;br /&gt;If so, was it mixed company: haha&lt;br /&gt;Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: "hic" "hic" "hic" &lt;br /&gt;Been caught "doing something": lol. im not sure. i dont think so... ok, then again we are next in line for the "pda couple award" ey? &lt;br /&gt;Been called a tease: *evil evil evil grin* &lt;br /&gt;Gotten beaten up: nope nope&lt;br /&gt;Shoplifted: nope nope&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: yeah man, freshman year!! ewwwwwwwww &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age you hope to be married: haven't decided. somewhere before 30 for sure and definately after college and not during.&lt;br /&gt;Numbers and Names of Children: 2 kids... with either of the names: 2 - either: girl - Julianne or Katerina or Christen; and for a boy... currently undecided. will get back to this one. &lt;br /&gt;Where you want to go to college: actually, debatable on this one. might go to the states as well to continue my studies. but we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up: rich?! with a job that i like?! A TALENT?! something!!!! gaaaaaaaaah. &lt;br /&gt;What country would you most like to visit: currently? SCOTLAND!! woohooo - LAIRD LAND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER NINE: In a boy... (DO I HAVE TO ANSWER THIS? CHRIS CHRIS CHRIS CHRIS CHRIS!!!!!) -- but anyways, onto what they wanna hear...&lt;br /&gt;Best eye color: brown&lt;br /&gt;Best hair color:brown/black&lt;br /&gt;Best height: taller than me sana :) (right shawty?) &lt;br /&gt;Best weight: heavier than me too!!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Best articles of clothing: quarter-sleeve (these are nice also as softball shirts) shirts, sneakers, jeans, button down shirts... then for outside, polos/dress-shirts and cute slacks or jeans... etc... not too picky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of people I could trust with my life: my best friends&lt;br /&gt;Number of CDs that I own: actually... er. originals, are you talking bout originals? ;) &lt;br /&gt;Number of piercings: 2, one on each earlobe&lt;br /&gt;Number of tattoos: wala&lt;br /&gt;Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: what a question&lt;br /&gt;Number of scars on my body: i think about 4&lt;br /&gt;Number of things in my past that I regret: shtuff. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106640895298443206?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106640895298443206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106640895298443206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106640895298443206' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106640287686473744</id><published>2003-10-17T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T23:01:17.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; i miss chris &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106640287686473744?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106640287686473744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106640287686473744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106640287686473744' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106636861299442926</id><published>2003-10-17T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T13:30:12.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; my shnuggly bunny has arrived in india! &lt;/b&gt; i found out that i can survive these 2 weeks only because chris is able to stay in touch with me. oh i love love love love love that kid. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok - onto interesting halloween news. my sis and i sat in her room laughing to high heavens yesterday night... (oh and i watched joe millionaire too -- go ZORA!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our first couple of ideas came from thinking about chris and alexis (listen up cile - and keep a good and vivid imagination when reading this) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marge went nuts all of a sudden....&lt;br /&gt;1. alexis as st. george &amp; chris as a dragon - knowing for a fact that he'd only be able to get a pink or blue costume, and alexis needs the moustache. &lt;br /&gt;2. alexis as cap'n ahab &amp; chris as a sperm whale. &lt;br /&gt;3. alexis as english hunter ("tu-turr ta-urr!!")&amp; chris as a fox. &lt;br /&gt;4. alexis as alice &amp; chris as the white rabbit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since chris always seems to become the fluffy one... i put in my 2 cents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alexis as lil' bo peep and chris as the grumpy sheep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... well we were laughing!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, we decided on costumes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;priscilla - ur going as a beauty queen. &lt;br /&gt;marge - frida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; still awaiting yes or no from chris -- since he wants everything bloody-ish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll have to figure out something that's gonna go with the huntress, diana. i get to be blonde &amp; i've got the huntress boots... CMOOON!!&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/5720063-106636861299442926?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106636861299442926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106636861299442926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106636861299442926' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106627266376432816</id><published>2003-10-16T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T10:52:45.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; news, news &lt;/b&gt; my gorgeous boyfriend is going to be heading to the land of the sacred cows in approximately 3 hours and 20 mins. i got all teary eyed, ok, so i was practically sobbing. its just two weeks *takes deep breath*... i completely realized how much i love that kid. :) anyways, i'll continue my blog - whining, sulking, anything... until the 31st of oct. wawa readers. haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; awesome stuff &lt;/b&gt; i got exempted from my theo exam!! woohooo!! ok - so the following grades i know of so far: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;fo shizzle:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FFS: 1.5&lt;br /&gt;THEO: 1.75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;approximately: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE ARTS: somewhere between a 1 and a 1.5&lt;br /&gt;APS: im guessing around from a 1.25 to about a 1.75 (depends on our paper and this one piece of work i still have to submit! gack!)&lt;br /&gt;P.E: somewhere around a 1.5-2&lt;br /&gt;NSTP: 1-1.5&lt;br /&gt;LANGUAGE: 1.25-1.75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; worried: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENSCIE LECTURE &amp; LAB&lt;br /&gt;CIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; funny ass news &lt;/b&gt; i was in hysterics when monica ran into a spider web. she was spitting and muttering the whole while we were walking to the acb. then i notice the little spider was on her cheek. i told her. she freaked out. started jumping around. spider jumps and it releases its string-like web thingy onto her finger - and is hanging about 5 inches off the floor... in which monica's hand is swinging around, spider is swinging around. and i cannot hold in my laughter. monica steps on the spider, dumps all her things on me - runs screaming to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's only 10.50 in the morning. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106627266376432816?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106627266376432816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106627266376432816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106627266376432816' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106622183683689699</id><published>2003-10-15T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T20:43:56.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; 2 weeks begins tomorrow &lt;/b&gt; ill have my countdown till my baby comes home to my arms again! sniff! -- jumping topics for a bit, just saw a really really weird family on solar network programming, they eat with snakes and scorpions, and the little children sleep in a bed of snakes... that's just too weird for my liking. -- back on topic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you chris!! i do i do--ooo. mwah mwah mwah mwah. safe trip sweetheart and make sure to text me and email me every so often! mwah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106622183683689699?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106622183683689699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106622183683689699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106622183683689699' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106613246429795026</id><published>2003-10-14T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T19:54:24.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; i swear email is always gonna make me giggle :) &lt;/b&gt; i got two emails in my inbox, one from my man da mase! haha. and of course, our rapping whodie, scil &amp; steph. thing is, the emails always in a rap - so i have to read it about thrice over just to understand what the heck it said. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great today - watched city of god with chris, maggie &amp; katie. lovely sisters, sweetheart. :) i hope hope hope hope hope they like me. or will get to. oh i hope! btw - i found out why katie's book looked so familiar, margie's read it na &amp; its the book sitting in her room. no wonder :)  and btw - STOP EMBARASSING ME ABOUT MY BOOKS MAN!! hahaha. :) i felt the color rush to my face kanina cuz you tooold theeeem!! *whine* i read decent books too! and these are really really cute as well. maaaan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shizit, i got studying and another paper to do, whodie. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106613246429795026?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106613246429795026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106613246429795026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106613246429795026' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106605811003989919</id><published>2003-10-13T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T23:15:09.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know sumfin? i truly am lucky to have chris. he is the most wonderful person in the whole wide world. i'm very very thankful for that. =) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106605811003989919?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106605811003989919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106605811003989919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106605811003989919' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106605464070187413</id><published>2003-10-13T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T22:17:20.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i couldn't help it... im so sorry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/arwen.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://chriscostello.blogspot.com/scout.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love dogs. i love pups. i love my dogs. i love chris's pups too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i showed it to my mum and she bust out into aww's... then proceeded to ask me how chris controls his dog's tick problem. wonders aloud - ruins the aww moment with talk of ticks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106605464070187413?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106605464070187413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106605464070187413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106605464070187413' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106597055436951998</id><published>2003-10-12T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T22:55:53.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; following movies i want to watch: &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* mona lisa smile - saw the trailer for this, i jumped up and down! &lt;br /&gt;* identity &amp; his new movie with that woman from the mummy- john cusack fan &amp; the fact i haven't seen this yet! &lt;br /&gt;* seabiscuit - when have i NOT watched a horse-movie?! plus, its about seabiscuit &amp; rave reviews!! woohoo&lt;br /&gt;* bad boys II - don't care if this had mixed reviews. bad boys fo lyf yo! i still wanna see. &lt;br /&gt;* lost in translation- sis, and the rest of the world ranting about how good this is. &lt;br /&gt;* kill bill, volume 1- speaking of, i lost my quentin t. soundtrack. gah. &lt;br /&gt;* american wedding - for curiousity's sake&lt;br /&gt;* gigli - i just wanna see how bad it is... cmoooon. &lt;br /&gt;* once upon a time in mexico- sis said it was horrible, some said it was good: shall see for myself. &lt;br /&gt;* the fighting temptations - another for curiousity. i wasnt fond of beyonce in austin powers though nor cuba gooding in boat race. &lt;br /&gt;* spirit of the bear - kevin r. wrote the musical score for this!! woohoo - oh and it looks cute. =) &lt;br /&gt;* helen of troy (right?) - brad pitt in a skirt. yey! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106597055436951998?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106597055436951998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106597055436951998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106597055436951998' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106596393389825795</id><published>2003-10-12T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T21:05:33.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; must verify the being left out thing&lt;/b&gt; everyone's jumping to conclusions - first off - EVERYONE WHO's READING THIS BLOG, UR NOT INCLUDED. haha, good lawdy. overall, im a very friendly person who just tends to feel out of place a lot of the time. i will confess that i refuse to try and jump in on anyones conversations unless i feel like what i have to say will be of any importance. i swear, when i was little, i jumped behind my parents just because i preferred no attention whatsoever.. it really means a lot to me when people try to include me in conversations. i am very thankful for that. truth be told, since everyone asks - i really want to get to know all my friends' friends... im just very very very shy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; onto less serious but possible awesome news &lt;/b&gt; one of our friends might be coming to the philippines next year! and he wants to model! haha. i bust out laughing, but sige nga, i told him - go right on ahead, i'll bring you surfing @ surigao. he's vain, but he doesn't want to admit it. we're all trying to drag jar back to the philippines, but he doesn't want to. i swear it was warming to have emails from old friends in my inbox again. jar responds: i am no longer an IS child, but i will visit for a semester in hawaii (steph, if you find a mormon kid running around hawaii - laugh.) - but guess what? i think he found himself a mormon girl na finally! haha. gooo j-reeed! &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/5720063-106596393389825795?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106596393389825795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106596393389825795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106596393389825795' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106594981554767290</id><published>2003-10-12T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T17:10:15.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; watching j.lo strut her stuff on camera &lt;/b&gt; should be encouraged in my case. it makes me want to have my abs back more than anything. nothing on that woman jiggles!! promise promise promise: gyming like crazy starting tomorrow! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106594981554767290?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106594981554767290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106594981554767290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106594981554767290' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106594146086565855</id><published>2003-10-12T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T14:51:00.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; back to a decent topic &lt;/b&gt; I LOVE THESE SCOTTISH &amp; IRISH LAIRDS!!! ayyiieee. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106594146086565855?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106594146086565855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106594146086565855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106594146086565855' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106594133076377093</id><published>2003-10-12T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T14:48:50.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; complaint up ahead &lt;/b&gt; i feel disheartened with one of my friends. this person has changed immensley and it bugs me. don't you hate it when someone who has a great and wonderful personality changes all of a sudden due to his or her surroundings such as environment and people? it bugs me. i know i've changed too, quite a bit, but i don't think i've made a complete turnabout in my brain. bah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets hope this person gets his or her brain back enough to figure out that he or she is completely missing out. just please please please please, be yourself!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106594133076377093?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106594133076377093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106594133076377093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106594133076377093' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106588479630375551</id><published>2003-10-11T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T23:06:36.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; a little bird came a long and told me...&lt;/b&gt; to say that to leave her unnamed. but i'll leave hugeass hints - i was yakking to her tonight for quite a longass time and she is one of my best friends - she's got an f4 thing going on. (dont kill me, but its true, ur attracted to one, arentcha?!) lol!! she brought up the x-factor. jackass was in front of temple or noveau @ gb3 - and demands that just because his dad's biggass man that he should go in wearing his dumbass shorts. ahahaha. whatta spoiled fucking brat. i had to laugh. i laughed out loud. and so the little bird goes on to tell me that she saw a hugeass fight in makati ave - she yells: "shit! is that him?!" her friends, "huh?" "sorry, sabog, akala ko si jackass." made my night. i was in hysterics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris totally and utterly cheered me up with his comment - ok, so my life isn't THAT bad. its just that im really THAT moody. i'm nuts. i know i know... eeheeeheee, i've been playing such a cute joke on everyone. chris, you answered it the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question: what's faster, a cheetah or a lion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris: Cheetah is the fastest land animal alive. It can go up to 60 mph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer: a lion, cause it's mufasa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you i dooo-ooo!!! &amp; i AM funny... and if its corny stuff, that's just stuff i got from you. =D good lawdy everyone must be thinkin im schizo, i switched from &lt;b&gt; depressed &lt;/b&gt; to &lt;b&gt; just had a depressing day but took my new car out to qc for a spin happy! &lt;/b&gt; understandable, yes? im online chatting with muh buddy butts - kaye and sharls - who i miss miss miss miss miss so much! i promise to visit during sem break buddy boos. i miss noelle too!!our table~!! man i even miss mr. fuckmuffin!!! man!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay caramba. when u start missing the stuck up gay teacher, u know you might've should've would've could've possibly stayed at that school. but yes, it is so faaar, i wouldn'thave gotten muh caaaar... woohooo i rhyme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i awesome or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have new hamsters!! 2 of em - fidget (see we did name em after u chris!) and gidget!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i scared the shizit out of them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha shit i rhyme again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need something to calm me down. too. much. sugar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate a whole box of special berry berry K! for kellogs!! melts in ur mouth not in ur hand! nyah! &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/5720063-106588479630375551?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106588479630375551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106588479630375551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106588479630375551' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106585476326261582</id><published>2003-10-11T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T14:48:15.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; ever get the feeling that you just want to break down and cry?&lt;/b&gt; everythings hitting me and piling me up find out exactly how depressed i can get. today wasn't a good morning - im glad our nstp got cancelled. i dont know if i'd be able to handle it. tell you the truth, i thought i was going to pass out at the gym. my lips went pale, i coulndn't see straight and the back of my head was throbbing. i wanted to cry. i went to school, and i had to lean on the door because my knees were going to give way. monica was nervous, and so was my driver. im still not feeling too good right now. except the dizziness turned to sleepiness that turned into a complete emotional problem. i feel left out. i dont feel like myself today either. so the left out - ive decided that im never going to try and join conversations about movies or other topics in a group of people i dont belong to. very nice people indeed, but im an outsider. i'll let it stay that way. my own friends at school, are starting to ignore me - i feel like shit about that. im sucha shit. sigh. im really really really in a rut with myself right now. they didn't even have my honey mustard chicken salad at sbux today. sigh. i ate chef salad with onions and ham. gross. (useless complaint, moving on...) im tired. im so so tired. my brain's turning into jelly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my internet was down for the past two days or something, lost all my files - i thought, but hence, they're back. bigass problem seems to be the fact that now my father can access all my files. i had to move all the pictures etc etc to my disks. now im back online, i didn't lose anything. i lost ranting time. fuck. i sat down and find myself reading romance novels just because i dont want to think about such troubling things. i quit watching 24 on the fourth disk of the second season when i have two more disks to go. i have no drive to watch it. that's amazing. we have two hamsters in the house, one of which - brown rodent - is a bitch. second one which is white and blonde is very sweet. she jumped out of my hands though and did a leap frog. only my dog seems to like me today. thanks kini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention the fact that chris is leaving on thursday rather than sunday. its ok, its better than him leaving tomorrow, right? im still bummed. i need a hug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also may need to start having therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know you need a therapist when u start to feel bad for those who read ur blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. &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/5720063-106585476326261582?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106585476326261582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106585476326261582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106585476326261582' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106570991394121682</id><published>2003-10-09T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T22:31:53.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; had my first confession today &lt;/b&gt; &amp; i was downright scared. but i made it, and it was alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSA can kiss my ass. APPEAL TOMORROW. AND WE're GONNA KICK EM WHERE IT HURTS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRR. &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/5720063-106570991394121682?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106570991394121682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106570991394121682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106570991394121682' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106570940820226361</id><published>2003-10-09T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T22:23:28.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; why hello hello, my computer took a nice dive into the dumpster...&lt;/b&gt; it crashed ladies and gentlemen... and i wept. and now i am using my father's computer to go whine on my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that news - something more annoying --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"discovery: a series of messages from a so-called pink angel writing to hubby with a certain hot-n-steamy theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another discovery: hubby writing back in similar hot-n-steamy fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epiphany: hubby not quite so innocent, having cyber-flirtation with horrible bitch from santa barbara."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new thought: tell the damn brother in law (married to the duck) to not do such stupid ass things. fucker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------... anyways, onto more joyful news: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love chris very very much - and hot damn he's so fine on camera!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need a bucket to be able to contain the amount of drool i had. woohoo! sikat talaga! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i have to dress up as a boy tomorrow to do my reading for the cask or amontillado by edgar alan poe... i play montresor. nyahahaha. "nemo me impune lacessit!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106570940820226361?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106570940820226361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106570940820226361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106570940820226361' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106562499905375804</id><published>2003-10-08T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T22:56:38.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; IM SO HAPPY!!!&lt;/b&gt; I LOVE YOU HUNNY!! IM SO HAPPY UR ONLY GONNA BE AWAY FOR TWO WEEKS!! OH IM SO HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!! I LOOOOOVE YOU!!! NEXT WEEK PA!! EVERYONE!! IM SO HAPPY!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im giggling, laughing, jumping and squealing all at the same time!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wOOOOOOOooooHOooooooOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106562499905375804?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106562499905375804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106562499905375804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106562499905375804' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106561753345574536</id><published>2003-10-08T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T20:52:12.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; I GOT THE MOST AWESOME BOYFRIEND IN THE ENTIRE FRICKIN' UNIVERSE!!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106561753345574536?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106561753345574536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106561753345574536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106561753345574536' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106561742871568180</id><published>2003-10-08T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T20:50:28.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; MY BEAUTIFUL CAR HAS ARRIVED!! &lt;/b&gt; wooohooo!! my silver x-trail!! awesome awesome, i drove it around tonight!! wooohooo!! its gawgeous!! letting my dad play with it first, break it in first - drive around wherever he wants to go... then guess what? ITS MINE!! awesome!! oh man oh man oh man!! ITS MINE!! ITS HERE!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*puff puff puff* im so happy!! im gonna take a pic of my new baby and post it up!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106561742871568180?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106561742871568180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106561742871568180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106561742871568180' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106553530411173974</id><published>2003-10-07T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T22:21:04.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; listening to nickelback and lifehouse...&lt;/b&gt; man, i love this stuff. breathing by lifehouse is one of my favorites. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, getting kinda depressed again... what, how many more days till sunday? hmm... 4 days. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i felt left out today again. wont specify. just that it had to do with a comments box... WAAAAAAAAAAAH. man. im just not social enough. sorry po. i dont end up part of the clan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks to be me. either im proving the fact that not all humans are social animals, or im just one of those straggling wildabeasts that always get left behind.... (flip over to animal planet more often) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im failing ensci lecture class... and i gotta pass with a 70. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read my sister's mushy love chronicles that she and her husband created to keep in touch... sniff. even the damn poem, "ode to wolf", is cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i did a poem like that for chris, 1st) he'd turn bright red .... 2nd) it would hit him that alexis and cile are reading this ... 3rd) i dont really know what he'd do next actuallly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man this is tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clears throat* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naw, ill save it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ curious, aintcha? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106553530411173974?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106553530411173974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106553530411173974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106553530411173974' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106544954090285270</id><published>2003-10-06T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T22:12:20.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>language class asks: my favorite poem of all time. i memorized it when i was in lower school and still very much one of the most awesome poems ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat trivia, if you must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jabberwocky!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lewis Carol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves&lt;br /&gt;Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:&lt;br /&gt;All mimsy were the borogroves,&lt;br /&gt;And the mome raths outgrabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beware the Jabberock, my son!&lt;br /&gt;The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!&lt;br /&gt;Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun&lt;br /&gt;The frumious Bandersnatch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took his vorpal blade in hand;&lt;br /&gt;Long time the manxome foe he sought-&lt;br /&gt;So rested he by the Tumtum tree,&lt;br /&gt;And stood a while in thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as in uffish thought he stood,&lt;br /&gt;The jabberwock, with eyes of flame,&lt;br /&gt;Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,&lt;br /&gt;And burbled as it came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, two! One, two! And through and through&lt;br /&gt;The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!&lt;br /&gt;He left it dead, and with its head&lt;br /&gt;He went galumphing back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?&lt;br /&gt;Come to my arms, my beamish boy!&lt;br /&gt;O frabjous day! Callooh, Callay!"&lt;br /&gt;He chortled in his joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves&lt;br /&gt;Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:&lt;br /&gt;All mimsy were the borogroves,&lt;br /&gt;And the mome raths outgrabe.&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/5720063-106544954090285270?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106544954090285270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106544954090285270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106544954090285270' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106536138105159140</id><published>2003-10-05T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T21:43:00.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; creep - radiohead &lt;/b&gt; its been ages since i've listened to this song. =) fairly alright day today -  was home all day watching the second season of 24. almost fainted in church kanina, due to horrible heat-stroke-like feelings... pweh. been blacking out too. its just not normal. i hope this is just because of my pms that the whole "common faint" thing is being aggravated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know which lyrics i cant figure out?? "wanna shout". pweh. its all fast and cool... but then, im here goin, "er, whatt'd you say?" i only got "animals &amp; canibals eating each other alive just to survive 9-5..." its a song about the madness of the world or sumfin, about racism, prostitution, executions, accusations.... blah blah blah. very concerned person this is. .. supposedly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, onto other concerns: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hunny, reminders: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- roaming on ur phone for prepaid&lt;br /&gt;- hotels &amp; when your goin where&lt;br /&gt;- whether u can access internet/messenger on ur phone through the roaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got sum stuff due for tomorrow --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiz in theo, along my first ever confession. GAH! then i got some sort of thing i hafta read during civ and art. blecky doo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh -- and the semester's about to end. i gotta start studying!! argh. currently know that my ensci lecture grade is ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59%!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck fuck fuck fuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still gotta add my lab grade, i hope hope hope that's gonna make me pass! please. 2.75, 2.75.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subjects i think im doing pretty ok in: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APS, FINE ARTS, THEOLOGY, ENSCI LAB, LANGUAGE, NSTP, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worried about: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENSCI LEC. &amp; CHRISTIAN CIV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; uh oh &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got a bigass box of rice crispies in the house!! yuuuum. wait. must. not. i finally am starting to have a waist again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the agony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go lurk around the internet and make chris kulit through text while he's watching disk 2 of 24. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyahaha. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106536138105159140?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106536138105159140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106536138105159140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106536138105159140' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106501505506438170</id><published>2003-10-01T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T21:30:54.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; beware: angry entry &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have the worst headache in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i wanna shoot myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pass out. get knocked out. whatever, as long as im DOWN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day practically SUCKED. i woke up at 7 fucking 30 in the morning to -- oh look, NO CLASS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that, i have to go to MANILA to look at ONE painting, that my TEACHER decided could wait for, what, an HOUR? so that he could take his SUPPOSED 12 oclock lunch break at fucking 1.30!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and that oral exam on the painting that i, get this, STUTTERED all the way through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was LATE for my shoot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have PERMED eyelashes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't see chris today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's leaving for almost THREE weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched queer as folk, though its funny, im traumatized due to anal sex scenes. (sorry, i couldn't finish the 1st episode)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now that i am so fucking exhausted? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't even sleep - i have my civ homework due tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I CANT CONCENTRATE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i hate pms. i hate bad days. i &lt;b&gt;HATE HATE HATE&lt;/b&gt; today. &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/5720063-106501505506438170?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106501505506438170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106501505506438170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106501505506438170' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106492372377508261</id><published>2003-09-30T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T20:08:43.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE &lt;/b&gt; that NICK CARTER WAS ON STEPH's CAMPUS! THAT HE WAS THERE IN HER CANTEEN - THAT SHE DID NOT CALL ME ASAP AND DRAG HIM AND THROW HIM ON THE PHONE TO TALK TO ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaayayayyyaayy.. lol i just about freaked. that totally made my day, thanks steph - especially for the comment: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph: "well, kat, he's exactly what you said he looks like."&lt;br /&gt;me: "hot?" &lt;br /&gt;steph: "chubby." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- well today has been filled with ups and downs. i fucked up my enscie test as usual! :) then, find out my boyfriend's goin on a 3 week trip to: india, africa, cambodia, netherlands and paris. very very very cool. but im gonna be mopey, and crying, and whiney and...sniff, either really thin or really fat. WAAAAAAAAAAAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor poor blog &amp; lj readers. im gonna turn into a hannah, arent i? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp; btw ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='8' border='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style='font-size: 16px; color: black; background: #EEEEEE; border: 1px #CCCCCC solid; font-family: Arial' align='center'&gt; "&lt;b&gt;Karen&lt;/b&gt;" &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style='font-size: 11px; background: #CCCCCC; color: black; font-family: Arial' align='justify'&gt; Bridget Moynihan comes back big time as &lt;b&gt;Karen&lt;/b&gt;, a homeless person who wins the lottery. The mysterious Angel (Sarah Michelle Gellar), shows up in her life and tells her about her real past. She has an affair with Angel's assistant Chris, played by Seann William Scott. &lt;b&gt;Karen&lt;/b&gt; is indicted for a crime, but her friends find the missing witness Jordan (Eddie Murphy) to prove her innocence.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style='font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: black; background: #EEEEEE; border: 1px #CCCCCC solid; font-family: Arial' align='center'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's your journal's Hollywood blockbuster?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Created by &lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/users/chickenbarbecue'&gt;chickenbarbecue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;form name='chuva' action='http://peyups.com/sites/pancitcanton/quiz/index.php' method='get'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enter your LJ username or your first name:&lt;br&gt;&lt;input type='text' size='20' value='karen' style='font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana' name='ljname'&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;input type='radio' name='gender' value='1'&gt; Male &lt;input type='radio' name='gender' value='2'&gt; Female&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='give it to me beybeh!' style='font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='8' border='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style='font-size: 16px; color: black; background: #EEEEEE; border: 1px #CCCCCC solid; font-family: Arial' align='center'&gt; "&lt;b&gt;Kat&lt;/b&gt;" &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style='font-size: 11px; background: #CCCCCC; color: black; font-family: Arial' align='justify'&gt; Nicole Kidman stars as &lt;b&gt;Kat&lt;/b&gt;, a programmer who feels stuck at her deadend job. She remembers the tragic death of her best friend, Lolita (Lucy Liu), and vows to seek vengeance. She proposes to Jeffrey (Mel Gibson), who rejects her proposal. &lt;b&gt;Kat&lt;/b&gt; is then hired by TV executive Daniel (Woody Harrelson) to star in her own television show.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style='font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: black; background: #EEEEEE; border: 1px #CCCCCC solid; font-family: Arial' align='center'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's your journal's Hollywood blockbuster?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Created by &lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/users/chickenbarbecue'&gt;chickenbarbecue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;form name='chuva' action='http://peyups.com/sites/pancitcanton/quiz/index.php' method='get'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enter your LJ username or your first name:&lt;br&gt;&lt;input type='text' size='20' value='kat' style='font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana' name='ljname'&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;input type='radio' name='gender' value='1'&gt; Male &lt;input type='radio' name='gender' value='2'&gt; Female&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='give it to me beybeh!' style='font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh oooh &amp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='8' border='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style='font-size: 16px; color: black; background: #EEEEEE; border: 1px #CCCCCC solid; font-family: Arial' align='center'&gt; "&lt;b&gt;Malia kalena&lt;/b&gt;" &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style='font-size: 11px; background: #CCCCCC; color: black; font-family: Arial' align='justify'&gt; Reese Witherspoon comes back big time as &lt;b&gt;Malia kalena&lt;/b&gt;, a homeless person who wins the lottery. She then flies to Hawaii to visit Jessica (Bridget Moynihan) who was surprised to see her. She proposes to Jordan (John Travolta), who rejects her proposal. Michael (Woody Harrelson) tries to steal her away from Jordan but she remains faithful to her true love.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style='font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: black; background: #EEEEEE; border: 1px #CCCCCC solid; font-family: Arial' align='center'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's your journal's Hollywood blockbuster?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Created by &lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/users/chickenbarbecue'&gt;chickenbarbecue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;form name='chuva' action='http://peyups.com/sites/pancitcanton/quiz/index.php' method='get'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enter your LJ username or your first name:&lt;br&gt;&lt;input type='text' size='20' value='malia kalena' style='font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana' name='ljname'&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;input type='radio' name='gender' value='1'&gt; Male &lt;input type='radio' name='gender' value='2'&gt; Female&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='give it to me beybeh!' style='font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, that just made me laugh. anyhoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onto more things that happened today - to take a breather after nucum's hell session - we played "pass the message/telephone" and charades during language class. fun fun! found out the oct. ish is out na &amp; had a very tiring session of pilates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; congrats to ateneo for kickin' lasalle's ass. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris is gonna party tonight. im gonna start learning to mope @ home and do my civ homework as well as aps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun, huh? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106492372377508261?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106492372377508261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106492372377508261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106492372377508261' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106484412247280746</id><published>2003-09-29T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T22:02:02.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; taking a quickass breather &lt;/b&gt; currently just finished up my ensci community project documentation thingy majiggy... gaaah! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106484412247280746?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106484412247280746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106484412247280746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106484412247280746' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106483432138242382</id><published>2003-09-29T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T19:18:41.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; EEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total girly moment! *squeal* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://popdirt.com/article20421.html"&gt; they're comin' back! &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kaff kaff* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; shuddap. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106483432138242382?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106483432138242382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106483432138242382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106483432138242382' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106476267647899939</id><published>2003-09-28T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T23:24:36.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/puploveaf/1049660298_turesbudhe.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x86e01e4)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your a long haired dog. I guess thats good, some&lt;br&gt;people think dogs are good looking....blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/puploveaf/quizzes/How%20ugly%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How ugly are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; this is just the nice way of saying im a bitch, isn't it? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106476267647899939?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106476267647899939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106476267647899939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106476267647899939' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106476242895508193</id><published>2003-09-28T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T23:20:28.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; taken off nikki's blurty &lt;/b&gt; :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first grade teacher's name: Ms. Ante! &lt;br /&gt;last word you said: “aww" ... that's not quite a word, ey? &lt;br /&gt;last song you sang: &lt;i&gt;"how does it feel to be down on your knees....?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thing you laughed at: weird al yankovic's "bsb are gay" song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PRESENT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's in your cd player: an ol' mixed up cd called "kat's #3 cd". kewl, huh? &lt;br /&gt;what color socks are you wearing: not wearing socks at the moment&lt;br /&gt;what's under your bed: wood? flooring? &lt;br /&gt;what time did you wake up today: 9.30. that wasn't voluntary. (thanks stavi. sigh.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUTURE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is your career going to be: having my own advertising agency and hosting - i hope? ;) &lt;br /&gt;where are you going to live: either here or the US, or both, ey? :) &lt;br /&gt;how many kids do you want: 2&lt;br /&gt;what kind of car will you drive: a gorgeous SUV! im currently in love with the new toyota land cruiser... but hey, a lexus 430 would be fantastic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current hair: parted on the left, long&lt;br /&gt;current clothes: sweater, boxers and a t-shirt. &lt;br /&gt;current annoyance: civ homework&lt;br /&gt;current smell: phoebe aka cheese. &lt;br /&gt;current longing: a hug! &lt;br /&gt;current desktop picture: same as my user pic on my lj- flexible. &lt;br /&gt;current favorite music artist: shiza, that's a lot to ask fer. a lot. lot lot. &lt;br /&gt;current book: nothing at the moment, i have a bunch of books still to be read in my room.&lt;br /&gt;current worry: all my deadlines &amp; boracay &amp; 2 weeks in november. &lt;br /&gt;current hate: i was bitching earlier&lt;br /&gt;story behind your username: its my O' trio nickname (3 best friends and a whole summer in hawaii) - wild phoenix&lt;br /&gt;current favorite article of clothing: seriously? my purple bikini!&lt;br /&gt;favorite physical feature on a girl: er. hair? &lt;br /&gt;one person you wish was here right now: CHRIS!! cmere cmere cmere! :) &lt;br /&gt;line from the last thing you wrote to someone: "yep, definately a street!"&lt;br /&gt;i am happiest when: im with chris, when i'm riding my horses, when i'm relaxed. &lt;br /&gt;i feel lonely when: im alone, a duh. haha&lt;br /&gt;favorite authors: lewis carol has always been a favorite since before pa :) (forgot to mention that before. hehe) &lt;br /&gt;do you think too much: oh you bet&lt;br /&gt;if you could live anywhere in the world, where: hmm. USA probably... but i'd have to be very very very comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;famous person you want to meet: heh. kevin richardson? &lt;br /&gt;do you have any regrets: can't think of any at the moment. OH! yes. complaining on the wrong night and ending up in the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;sex or love: Love with sex. hahaha ;) &lt;br /&gt;favorite coffee: iced! &lt;br /&gt;favorite smell: kenzo, ralph lauren romance, escada sentiment... ooh man, on a guy - TRUTH (ok, that's both the perfume and the real meaning to the word) &lt;br /&gt;what makes you mad: some things - will get back to this question. &lt;br /&gt;favorite way to waste time: on the net. you bet. &lt;br /&gt;what is your best quality: er, i hope to heck i'm nice. &lt;br /&gt;are in currently in love/lust: loooooooove -- and will stay PG for the likes of alexis and cile. so i wont say lust. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;what's the craziest thing you have ever done: good lawdy. try sneaking off to gawd knows where for one whole weekend without anyone finding out. wait. that's the stupidest thing i've done. &lt;br /&gt;any bad habits: cracking my neck and my wrist, sometimes biting my nails&lt;br /&gt;do you find it hard to trust people: you bet, but a lot less like that nowadays&lt;br /&gt;last thing you bought yourself: a shirt :) -- unless you count starbux. &lt;br /&gt;bath or shower: shower - baths are nice though. just need someone else in the tub with you, ey? haha&lt;br /&gt;favorite season: when the sun's out, when its not raining, and when its cool. (in this country, there is NO specific season for that. its called a LUCKY DAY) &lt;br /&gt;favorite color: blue&lt;br /&gt;favorite flavor: vanilla and mint&lt;br /&gt;favorite time of day: mornings when i dont have to get up early. - but usually early afternoons is when i do most of my activites. &lt;br /&gt;gold or silver: platinum. haha. ok ok - platinum AND white gold. &lt;br /&gt;any secret crushes: used to. haha. then he became my boyfriend. naks!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FASHION.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many coats and jackets do you own: er... safe to say ten&lt;br /&gt;do you wear a watch: yessum&lt;br /&gt;favorite pants color: my jeaaans&lt;br /&gt;most expensive item of clothing: probably my gowns&lt;br /&gt;most treasured: hmm... my necklace, watch and bracelet. all given by my mum and dad. (if its just talking bout accesories, k?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOUR FRIENDS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do your friends know you: a little too much&lt;br /&gt;what do they tend to be like: shiza. they're all great in their own way. :) &lt;br /&gt;can you count on them: you bet!&lt;br /&gt;can they count on you: hell yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; LAST.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last book you read: this earth of mankind. &lt;br /&gt;last movie you saw: does 24 count? haha. i still have 4 more hours to go in the first season! GAAAH&lt;br /&gt;last movie you saw on the big screen: woah. i cant even remember... uh. shiza. is it sinbad, or pirates of the caribean or...&lt;br /&gt;last show you watched on tv: i havent been watching tv since 24 hours. &lt;br /&gt;last song you heard: im still here - vertical horizon&lt;br /&gt;last thing you had to drink: water&lt;br /&gt;last thing you ate: ah. i attacked stavi's cake and ate all the sugared pieces - there are currently no more pawprints, mr. salt, mrs. pepper, the baby pepper/salt holder, the refrigerator, the shovel, the couch... basta all the furniture in the blues clues house has been eaten by me. &lt;br /&gt;last time you showered: bout 2-3 hours ago. &lt;br /&gt;last time you smiled: kanina lang my friend! :) &lt;br /&gt;last time you laughed: just a while ago nga :) &lt;br /&gt;last person you hugged: wow. i think my mum - or daddy? &lt;br /&gt;last person you talked to online: alexis&lt;br /&gt;last person you talked to on the phone: monica&lt;br /&gt;last thing you smelled: phoebe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO YOU.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smoke: nope&lt;br /&gt;do drugs: nope&lt;br /&gt;drink: just had a margherita last night. &lt;br /&gt;sleep with stuffed animals: i think the only stuffed toy that ends up on my bed is either eeyore or phoebe! &lt;br /&gt;have a crush: meron pa! sikat na sikat pa siya! &lt;br /&gt;have a boyfriend/girlfriend: yessum&lt;br /&gt;have a dream that keeps coming back: before, not now. now i just remember almost all my dreams... well, that's been going on forever anyhoos. &lt;br /&gt;play an instrument: used to. a recorder that both my parents threw away. how ... supportive. &lt;br /&gt;believe there is life on other planets: i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;read the newspaper: heh. guilty guilty... i love the comics section, pet life and entertainment and i sneak peaks at the front page. &lt;br /&gt;have any gay or lesbian friends: yup yup&lt;br /&gt;believe in miracles: yes! &lt;br /&gt;consider yourself tolerant: tolerant of...?&lt;br /&gt;consider police a friend or foe: er. matters where - here or the US? and er. after watchin 24 hours - YOU CAN NEVER BE TOO SURE. mwahaha&lt;br /&gt;like the taste of alchohol: tequila, margaritas, vodka etc - but I hate the taste of beer, gin, scotch etc. yucky. &lt;br /&gt;believe in astrology: nope&lt;br /&gt;believe in magic: harry potter anyone? &lt;br /&gt;pray: yep, every night. &lt;br /&gt;go to church: yep. i havent gone for the past 2 weeks. i feel pretty bad about that. &lt;br /&gt;have any secrets: er, yes. &lt;br /&gt;have any pets: 5 horses, 6 doggies, and basically 1 cat. &lt;br /&gt;go or plan to attend college: im in it, aint i? &lt;br /&gt;talk to strangers: i think so&lt;br /&gt;have any piercings: my earlobes, cuz chris seems to have em for the both of us. ... HEEHEE. love you and just kidding!! :) &lt;br /&gt;have any tattoos: yes i do, on my bum -- right? ;) &lt;br /&gt;hate yourself: not usually - used to&lt;br /&gt;wish on stars: i've never seen a falling star, ya know? :) &lt;br /&gt;like your handwriting: when my hand is in a good mood, yes. &lt;br /&gt;believe in santa: sayang! I like his reindeers!&lt;br /&gt;believe in the easter bunny: haha, naw - but i did love hunting for eggs. :) &lt;br /&gt;believe in the tooth fairy: pandak fairy is what we called her - aka, my yaya!!!&lt;br /&gt;trust others easily: matters&lt;br /&gt;sing in the shower: YOU BET!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106476242895508193?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106476242895508193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106476242895508193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106476242895508193' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106475087447748398</id><published>2003-09-28T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T20:20:24.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; my fucked up mood has just totally been cheered up by -- &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird Al Yankovic's "Which Backstreet Boy is Gay?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just fell off my chair. heeheehee... still laughing. funniest shizzle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are on fire&lt;br /&gt;we have desires&lt;br /&gt;but one is that way&lt;br /&gt;one backstreet boy is gay&lt;br /&gt;but we dont want to be mean&lt;br /&gt;since now he's a queen&lt;br /&gt;dont ask please&lt;br /&gt;which backstreet boy is gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me who&lt;br /&gt;(aint saying that its aj)&lt;br /&gt;tell me who&lt;br /&gt;(aint saying that its howie)&lt;br /&gt;tell me who&lt;br /&gt;i never wanna hear you say&lt;br /&gt;which backstreet boy is gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i can see him&lt;br /&gt;he's in women's clothes&lt;br /&gt;he don't need an IUD&lt;br /&gt;he likes village people&lt;br /&gt;he's playing croquet&lt;br /&gt;his dog is a pekinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is on fire&lt;br /&gt;his back perspires&lt;br /&gt;won't say&lt;br /&gt;won't say&lt;br /&gt;WHOS GAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's always saying&lt;br /&gt;ain't nothing but a buttache&lt;br /&gt;ain't nothing but a fruitcake&lt;br /&gt;i never wanna hear you say&lt;br /&gt;which one of us is gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me who&lt;br /&gt;(aint saying that its brian)&lt;br /&gt;but tell me who&lt;br /&gt;(aint saying nick or kevin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which backstreet boy is gay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106475087447748398?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106475087447748398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106475087447748398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106475087447748398' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106474747593929097</id><published>2003-09-28T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T19:11:15.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; sigh. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106474747593929097?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106474747593929097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106474747593929097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106474747593929097' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106473498330084458</id><published>2003-09-28T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T15:43:02.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; bitching and moaning session &lt;/b&gt; sorry about whining to you, alexis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. i hate ala paredes. i hate kc concepcion. i dont hate patty or johan, but i do believe they should be on myx. where heart evangelista and ala paredes and their whiney ass voices are at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright... alright... ill admit it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; PMS!!!!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106473498330084458?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106473498330084458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106473498330084458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106473498330084458' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106473279469595988</id><published>2003-09-28T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T15:06:34.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; cute &lt;/b&gt; stavi's been using the justice league pillow a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey. he's getting more boyish now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106473279469595988?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106473279469595988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106473279469595988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106473279469595988' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106473204766155485</id><published>2003-09-28T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T15:02:09.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;the best blog entry yet... *snickers* im sorry. i really can't stand this woman. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;Just felt like recapping&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday was a blast. I know i'm like a week late but seriously. It was just that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the krackheads picked me up and we got some drinks at Starbucks then played DDR and some racing game in Powerplant! hehe then we bummed at Karla's. Wait no. That was Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh...Friday! Yeah, I forgot how I got to Karla's but when I got there there were a bunch of ppl. Yeah, well we all packed into three cars. I was with Karla, Ash and Jay and we were all singing Hanson/Bsb songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they dared me to switch cars. So in the middle of the highway, I jmumped out and ran into JP and Yannicks car. They had the alcohol anyway. hahaha then Jay, Karla and Ashlee ran over too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we switched again to Roachelles car but there wasn't enough space so I was all alone on the highway! I had to RUN back to JP's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Karla and Jae ran back to JP's car. Then Karla and I ran back to karla's car. I was sitting on the window, singing at the top of my lungs, smoking a cigarette with a gas truck right in front of me with huge signage saying "Do not smoke within 50 feet." And for some odd reason I was getting the biggest kick out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I drank too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the theater I was just like "duhhh" and trying to pay attention was like "...uh..." all I got was "Vagina!" "Vagina!" "Vagina!" duh it was the monologues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I'm retarded. I was just thinking about it on my way home from school today. wala lang. &lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;i think i almost about cried in laughter. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106473204766155485?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106473204766155485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106473204766155485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106473204766155485' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106473173291075752</id><published>2003-09-28T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T14:48:52.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; took this test on behalf of chris &lt;/b&gt; -- now you take it. and er, tell me more about this fellow. cuz i'm staring blankly at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://gaz.nu/radiohead/thom.gif"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;A HREF="http://gaz.nu/radiohead"&gt;Radiohead Collective Member Test.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Thom Yorke, the lead singer of Radiohead, the lead songwriter of Radiohead, and you are not afraid of computers if you stand over them with a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;You also looked a bit like this when you were a teenager:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gaz.nu/radiohead/teenthom.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the voice of God although you have eyes that can move independently of each other, and you have a love/hate relationship with the media. You tend to get drunk a lot, and your fans often wonder if you are drunk onstage (which would explain the dancing).&lt;br /&gt;You are notorious for frightening journalists, whether it be your facial tics or your scathing tongue in which you are not afraid to let loose those profanities... naughty you! However, your hate is understood, as your first splash into a well-known magazine featured a ghastly picture of you with the headline "UGLEE OH YEAH!" and for years, the journalists' favourite question to ask you is whether or not you were depressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gaz.nu/radiohead/thomlook.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tend to think you have no sense of humour which is strange because you enjoy potty jokes and Aphex Twin.&lt;br /&gt;You're also prone to throwing fits, whining, and being misunderstood. But this can all be foregiven, because you are in the greatest band in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106473173291075752?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106473173291075752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106473173291075752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106473173291075752' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106471566367504368</id><published>2003-09-28T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T10:21:03.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey new link!  -- &lt;a href="http://www.blurty.com/~chocnut/"&gt; nikki! &lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106471566367504368?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106471566367504368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106471566367504368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106471566367504368' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106471553556959791</id><published>2003-09-28T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T10:18:55.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; feeling so-so &lt;/b&gt; -- i went to a comedy club last night. and the show wasn't as hot as the last time. joel made a comment that they just did 3 shows that day, and this was their fourth. it's hard to keep it up without getting tired. they're still a very excellent troop. -- but i think the lack of laughter was dependent more-so on the fact that i really missed chris that night. why, dunno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda sitting there - not taking the jokes so lightly either. btw- that tim whatever dude needs to be shot. seriously. my sister and i were about ready (along with the rest of the room) to boo him off stage. he's the "intermission" act between spit sets. idiot. he needs to roll himself onto a street so that we can run over him a couple hundred times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. you know what? i'm tired again. i think what sent me to the hospital last time is beginning to happen again now. i don't think i'm made to go out that late. *sigh* i suppose! i woke up this morning very very grouchy. even if stavi grabbed my head and kissed me and hugged my head. heh heh. it was really sweet. and btw - its stavi's real birthday today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; mother's yakking on and on about the SPIT group nanaman. fuck the fact i try to share humor with her. its so stupid. stupid stupid. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106471553556959791?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106471553556959791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106471553556959791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106471553556959791' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106450432043385675</id><published>2003-09-25T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T23:38:40.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; onto the emode.com quizzes &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; once again, a computer knows more about me than i do... hahaha ;) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kat, your celebrity look is the Classic Look!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis, anyone? How about a weekend in the country? Just slip on those tortoise-shell sunglasses and your khaki skirt, and you've got the Classic Look down. With your somewhat preppy lifestyle and a wardrobe filled with things that'll never go out of style, your look spells out your trust in the enduring values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Kat, your sexual personality is Phi-ELDN-9. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Phi, you have a good sense of yourself and your sexuality. You know how to turn on the sex appeal when it suits your needs, and have a fair amount of confidence when it comes to your sexual performance. You focus more on the emotional than the physical connection with your partner while having sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Are you sure you're you? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning! The person reading this may not be entirely you. You've probably had some suspicions already, little clues that make you wonder. People who look incredibly familiar probably knew the real you. When strangers are a little too friendly, they probably mistake you for...well...you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get too upset. It's a common problem. One morning you don't quite feel like yourself, and the feeling never goes away. Or maybe you were just searching for a "new look" and you went a bit too far. The good news is that you're not a completely lost cause. With a little hard work, you can find yourself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not suggesting meditation and incense. There are many other techniques that are more effective. Send off a few emails to yourself and see how you respond. Hire a private investigator to follow you around and look for clues that you leave behind. If you're feeling brave, try the personals - take out an ad and see if the real you turns up. It could be the start of a beautiful friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens, we wish you the best of luck on your journey of personal discovery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------............. well, that's nice. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106450432043385675?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106450432043385675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106450432043385675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106450432043385675' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106449035367899000</id><published>2003-09-25T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T19:45:53.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; brattiness came out today. &lt;/b&gt; hoo boy, didja ever get a day when ur totally stressed - do something stupid, and end up kicking urself for it? yessir, ya guessed it. that's kat today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got the ff: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. christian civ: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- longass outline due by next wednesday (still to be approved) &lt;br /&gt;- document analysis by monday&lt;br /&gt;- finals oct. 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. fine arts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 10 people screwed up a project. excellent. so we're fixing it up as a pair - have to redo the whole frickin' thing. monica and i are going for harlem-renaissance. jazz. &lt;br /&gt;- oral exam next wednesday, and i gotta GO to the metropolitan museum to meet the teacher there next wednesday, counted as a long test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. APS &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- course paper&lt;br /&gt;- prefinals on oct. 6 &lt;br /&gt;- exam questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. NSTP - OSA - OVERT &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- bantay bata proposal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 5. ensci &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- community project due by monday&lt;br /&gt;- we. need. books. so if anyone, anyone at all has some old childrens books, or textbooks - pass em on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? i only found out about most of that - TODAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a massive headache during my last class. and i just got so grouchy the whole day. i did all my homework and snapped at everybody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really sorry. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106449035367899000?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106449035367899000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106449035367899000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106449035367899000' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106441103091657863</id><published>2003-09-24T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T21:43:50.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; off the hating thing...&lt;/b&gt; im so tired. got so much homework to do. but my parents put on 24, so i ended up watching 2 of the episodes ... which is equivalent to 15 hours total. onto the 16th hour tomorrow. gawsh. well, that's it. dont really feel too great right now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106441103091657863?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106441103091657863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106441103091657863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106441103091657863' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106433293413987606</id><published>2003-09-24T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T00:02:14.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; are you bi-curious?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha - ok, only one person in the world is gonna get that. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106433293413987606?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106433293413987606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106433293413987606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106433293413987606' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106433215591545815</id><published>2003-09-23T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T23:49:15.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; i figured it out!&lt;/b&gt; and forgot to post it earlier --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris without his goatee = angel boy/boy next door/the cute cuddly one in a boyband &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris with a goatee = bad-ass boyband member! *gasp* who's cute and cuddly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snicker snicker snicker* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love ya, i do. but it's so cute. seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop being so damn cute &amp; cuddly hunny bunny!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeeheeeeheeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106433215591545815?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106433215591545815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106433215591545815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106433215591545815' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106433158322536964</id><published>2003-09-23T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T23:39:42.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; scary shit i tell you &lt;/b&gt; im starting to enjoy being anti-social again. oh no! i have a close knit bunch of friends that i love talking to - and all the people that i do love, but are very sosyal - i take my hat off to you! i just hope they understand that i'm not anti-social on purpose - but im just trying to get my priorities straight. ive noticed that now that i've been less sosyal, i've been better with my studies, and my horses, and the gym, and pilates, my close friends, and chris, and my diet, and my family and even my work -- AAAH! its so exhilirating!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can wear my bikini again!! you don't understand, that's excellent! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know how to spell sosyal!! (b4: sociale) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shizzle, and i turned the radio on and actually listening to an incubus song without rolling the window down and puking!! i also ate a tuna subway sandwich which i haven't indulged myself with since hawaii last summer!!! shiiiiit. interesting things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im also finished my 13th hour of the 24 hour series - heading into my 14th tomorrow! i had self-control to stop myself today! someone jump up and clap! clap clap clap clap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still dunno what to be for halloween. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i still have to buy stavi's bday gift tomorrow. gack! i also have a lotta stress for tomorrow - oh and not to mention the fact that 9.00 is something that is too early for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 oclock classes are the best and are the easiest for me to make. hmm. things i find out about myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else - ok, true confession. one time, backstage at a fashion show - i saw donita, she smiled at me and i practically screamed. i found out that she's the only pinay celebrity i'd probably ask an autograph from. but since all the models backstage werent screaming - i had to cover my mouth and squeal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... im really bored tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i gotta call from alvin today - and he's gonna be in school tomorrow to play indoor soccer - thing is, its at around 6 pm. and i'll be in makati by then. hay nako. wrong timing as usual. scary shizzle? got exams coming up in like... what? 3 weeks? yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and another thing i can't believe? was at the gym today (chris so frickin' cute with his goatee goin' on!! hahaha - sorry, had to announce it. heh.) -- was making chika with eric, and he brought up the fact that it was since feb pala that chris walked into the gym! haha. that's like 8 months ago already. shizzle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, and i met my sister's friend, dick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- ok i'm done rambling. :) good night!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106433158322536964?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106433158322536964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106433158322536964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106433158322536964' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106433012041666670</id><published>2003-09-23T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T23:15:20.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; still happy...&lt;/b&gt; but i figured out what i'm really most concerned with - getting close to important people in the lives of the people i care about. (did that make sense?) i feel i accomplished that with scilla - meaning, heck, her parents feel like i'm an adopted daughter. heh. -- but it's just that i can't do that with other people. usually, if i care about you- you're simply my main focus. i'm shy otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it bugs me. even if i'd like to become a friend to someone you care about, for example, they're gonna have to be the ones to want to get to know me first. seriously. have you ever had that feeling where you're sitting in a room and you want to talk to that person who's looking at you from across the room? let's say its a party, and you know everyone in that room - hell, it could even be a family reunion... well, i'm the type of person who ends up exiting that room with that stupid feeling that i wish that i talked to him or her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later on, i meet that person again and i finally get to talk to them - and the first thing they say is: "wish you talked to me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell you the truth, i'm basically the most &lt;b&gt; insecure &lt;/b&gt; person you're ever gonna meet. i just hide it well i guess. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720063-106433012041666670?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106433012041666670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106433012041666670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106433012041666670' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106428602778812568</id><published>2003-09-23T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T00:16:14.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; 24 HOURS is fucking awesome!! &lt;/b&gt; i have made it to 8 hours of the first season, as of last night. my mother was hilarious, she was threatening and screaming my dad when he said we should probably stop so that we could all get to sleep. haha. my mum was hollering, "I DONT WANT TO SLEEP!!! I WANT THE 9TH HOUR!! LET ME WATCH THE 9TH HOUR!! YOU'RE SO UNFAIR! I DON't HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW! YOU DONT LET ME DO ANYTHING! LOOK AT ALL THE THINGS IVE DONE FOR YOU!----" it kept going. its so frickin' funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides the 24 Hour hype (i swear that since i have both seasons, i'm gonna be a bug-eyed kid by next week.) i've got school in a matter of one hour, meaning i've gotta go and get dressed, ey? &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/5720063-106428602778812568?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106428602778812568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106428602778812568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106428602778812568' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106416482633814937</id><published>2003-09-22T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T01:20:26.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; 22nd na pala! &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! mwah mwah mwah :) &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/5720063-106416482633814937?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106416482633814937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106416482633814937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106416482633814937' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720063.post-106416453030077802</id><published>2003-09-22T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T01:15:30.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have no &lt;b&gt; oomph &lt;/b&gt; for architecture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather run around naked with a rubber chicken. &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/5720063-106416453030077802?l=luika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106416453030077802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720063/posts/default/106416453030077802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luika.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106416453030077802' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234047378223551965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
