<?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-11392782</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:49:52.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anythin But Ordinary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eulisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095385570337366929</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11392782.post-112114398912723945</id><published>2005-07-12T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T12:53:09.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;U noe the thing bout stress is that they can drive u nuts at times . U feel lost. U feel like ya on e edge of breaking down. U feel like ya stuck inside a world of ya own in ya head. u feel like u've been left far far behind. U feel like the world is goin against you and you goin against yourself. U feel like no one understands u. u feel like no one care to save you except yourself yet u have no clue on how. U feel like ya ruined. U feel like u've made many many mistakes in life. U feel like u cant ever do anything right and ya life has turned upside down  just like a car in a terrible car accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; u cant stop brooding. U cant stop complaining. U cant stop whining till u pisses the shit outta next person sitting beside u.  Okay.. thats not ok. its aite to feel like that but not when u sit back doin nothing bout just complaining.  we need to step up and be strong. I despise people who constanty moan &amp; whine &amp;amp; complain about how depressed &amp; miserable they are. Kill yourselves. Shut the fuck up &amp;amp; grow some balls! Give me the gun &amp; I'll do it for you!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;thats y each time i whine and complain i feel like just shooting myself too. To everyone whos feeling like that, WELCOME TO MY LIFE!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11392782-112114398912723945?l=lolavita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/feeds/112114398912723945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11392782&amp;postID=112114398912723945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/112114398912723945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/112114398912723945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/2005/07/step-up.html' title='Step up.'/><author><name>eulisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095385570337366929</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11392782.post-112062757304592132</id><published>2005-07-06T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T13:29:09.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another fun personality test</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;The Real You&lt;/h3&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You've got great self-confidence and you're full of charm. Most guys who get to know you will be attracted to you. You are far from sweet and proper; your intriguing personality fascinates them. Most guys find it easy to fall for a girl like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You don't really care about other people's feelings. You do things the way you want and usually think only about yourself. You are easy-going and love to have fun, but you can be irresponsible as well. You are not keen on serious discussions because they can make you remember that life isn't always about parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are a bright, cheerful and bubbly person. You are thoughtful and considerate, and like to have fun. Everybody feels comfortable around you because of your pleasant nature. When you walk into a room, people's eyes are likely to be drawn to you because of your charm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label4"&gt;Your peers think of you as a fun person, but sometimes you can be a little irresponsible. You can be somewhat childish, and can try to ignore the fact that you will one day need to really grow up and be a mature adult! Perhaps you could start reading good books; they might help you look at the world in a different light. You do want to be taken seriously, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Your boyfriend believes that you are a strong and independent person. Your confidence and cheerfulness make you an attractive person to be around, but sometimes you need to pay more attention to what other people, including your boyfriend, are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; yay... Im beginning to like thiese quizzes. They say such noce stuffs bout me. hahahaaa.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;but what the hell.. whats up with that irresponsible and childish part?!?.. Waddya guys think of this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;u should check it out!!!!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;http://quizbox.com/personality/test81.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11392782-112062757304592132?l=lolavita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/feeds/112062757304592132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11392782&amp;postID=112062757304592132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/112062757304592132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/112062757304592132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-fun-personality-test.html' title='Another fun personality test'/><author><name>eulisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095385570337366929</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11392782.post-111820463682311743</id><published>2005-06-08T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T13:13:32.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy stuffs a complete girl would do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;20 Fun things to do at CARREFOUR  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(1) Take shopping carts for the express purpose of filling them and stranding them at strategic locations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(2) Ride those little electronic cars at the front of the stores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(3) Contaminate the entire auto department by sampling all the spray of air-fresherners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(4) Leave cryptic messages on the typewriters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(5) Re-dress the mannequins as you see fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(6) Play with the automatic doors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(7) Walk up to complete strangers and say, "Hi. I havent seen u in so long, etc. See if they play along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(8) Set up a tent in the camping department; tell others you will only invite them in if they bring pillows from Bed and Bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(9) Test the fishing rods and see what you can catch from other aisles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(10) Make up nonsense products and ask employees if there are any in stock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(i.e: Fookanipples?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(11) "Re-alphabetize" the CD's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(12) Take up an entire aisle in the Toys area by setting up a full-scale battle with G.I. Joe vs X-men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(13) Hold indoor shopping cart races.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(14) When someone steps away from his or her cart to look at something, quickly make off with it without saying a word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(15)  When someone asks you if you need help, begin to cry out loud and say, "Why won't you people just leave me alone?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(16) Randomly throw things over into neighboring aisles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(17) Drag a lounge chair over to the magazines and relax. Go to the food court, buy a drink, and explain that you don't get out much and ask if they can put a little umbrella in it for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(18) Walk up to an employee and tell him in an official tone,"I think we've got a problem in housewares" and see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(19) As the cashier runs your purchase over the scanner, look mesmerised and say "Wow, Magic!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(20)   When 2 or 3 people are walking ahead of you, run between them yelling "Red Rover."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*HAHA!! or if u want ive got a BONUS here for u.....................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Attempt to do all the above on the same visit, without getting kicked out. Or maybe u can try holding up customers with ya toy guns and see how much u can make. Lol........ bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;** Sasa flashes off to the nearest Mall***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11392782-111820463682311743?l=lolavita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/feeds/111820463682311743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11392782&amp;postID=111820463682311743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/111820463682311743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/111820463682311743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/2005/06/crazy-stuffs-complete-girl-would-do.html' title='Crazy stuffs a complete girl would do...'/><author><name>eulisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095385570337366929</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11392782.post-111570019363016712</id><published>2005-05-10T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T13:17:42.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leggo me Ego..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paj quit smoking em fags last few weeks.. his bitchy whiney " the world is out to get me" mood is fading away but still its hanging around. Couple with my horrible moodswings , the kind where one minute im all ya cupcake, and the next minute i drop a " me against the world attitiude". He probably thinks hes having a psycho girlfren who has an ego bigger than her brains now and You might think we are beginnin to hate each other n i might think im suffering from Schizophrenia..Well no worries tho... Yes we do bicker alot.. but its all good. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11392782-111570019363016712?l=lolavita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/feeds/111570019363016712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11392782&amp;postID=111570019363016712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/111570019363016712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/111570019363016712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/2005/05/leggo-me-ego.html' title='Leggo me Ego..'/><author><name>eulisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095385570337366929</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11392782.post-111327211684497849</id><published>2005-04-12T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T13:21:29.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodness Gracious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Life can be so tough sometimes u wonder y u wanna live it. not that i wanna end mine... its juz that i have so many problems coming my way, so many things undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and so so little time. I Wish i got 48 hrs per day man. things juz keep piling up higher and higher like mount everest.. that u feel like ya bout to die.. to be suffocated. u cant breathe. u wanna puke. you feel weak all over and ya like bout to be subdued and fall to pieces. er... yah.. okay!! Though not the ferst time feeling like dat.. but... still feel like dying. like "they" said, "problems dun come in singles". and i totally agree with the term " Shit Happens!". haha. But i sometimes wonder how i can stay so happy. =) School is starting.. and im like so so so broke!! I need to start slaving away immediately.. start getting my life back on track.. but that aint happening man. . i think im gonna clean ma room. that should make me feel better.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;life-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11392782-111327211684497849?l=lolavita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/feeds/111327211684497849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11392782&amp;postID=111327211684497849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/111327211684497849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/111327211684497849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/2005/04/help.html' title='Help!!'/><author><name>eulisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095385570337366929</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11392782.post-111245380022557259</id><published>2005-04-02T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T23:12:28.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our faces=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 179px; height: 102px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/eu_minem/cookieandme.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;= Chill-out!! Yeah... thats wad we did best everytime after his skating session at the youth park. Great times... juz sittin down and people-watch. Some were "eye-candys". Others were an "eye-sore". but well.. its all good!!!! &lt;br /&gt;-Love out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11392782-111245380022557259?l=lolavita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/feeds/111245380022557259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11392782&amp;postID=111245380022557259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/111245380022557259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/111245380022557259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/2005/04/our-faces.html' title='Our faces=)'/><author><name>eulisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095385570337366929</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11392782.post-111244342824596572</id><published>2005-04-02T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T13:29:55.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera Whores</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 130px; height: 109px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/eu_minem/Image686.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 136px; height: 106px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/eu_minem/Image692.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 142px; height: 119px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/eu_minem/Image691.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Me and amma.. feelin kinda pissed after our attempt to appeal at Tp. It suck not bein able to get what u want. but well at least we still are in the mood to pose for the camera. wadya expect.. we the camera whores( but our third partner naddy is MIA) hah.. take these fer now* Lick ma shoes clean if u dun like it...Boom!!! *:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Superman-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 394px; height: 378px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/eu_minem/theO.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 381px; height: 357px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/eu_minem/BOSSTHEONE.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 378px; height: 349px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/eu_minem/jasselbdae.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 129px; height: 56px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/eu_minem/supermanprom.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;[Shit man! so small... onli ants can see. well anyways thats our coral prom. I bought that fuckin dress fer 165bucks, wore it once n its hung in e closet growing cobwebs. damn i do crazee things at times but well... Im juz a gerl!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****Those were the days******&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11392782-111244342824596572?l=lolavita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/feeds/111244342824596572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11392782&amp;postID=111244342824596572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/111244342824596572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/111244342824596572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/2005/04/camera-whores.html' title='Camera Whores'/><author><name>eulisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095385570337366929</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11392782.post-111225972417555494</id><published>2005-03-31T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T17:02:04.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Ruri-chan/1056289631_Aplayfulness.JPG" border="0" alt="You represent... playfulness." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You represent... playfulness.&lt;br /&gt;Playfulness can often be mistaken for sluttiness or&lt;br /&gt;flirtiness... Flirting is something you enjoy&lt;br /&gt;doing, but you're mostly just about having fun.&lt;br /&gt;You're into partying, and it's seems that&lt;br /&gt;people enjoy your company as much as you enjoy&lt;br /&gt;their's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ruri-chan/quizzes/What%20feeling%20do%20you%20represent%3F/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What feeling do you represent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11392782-111225972417555494?l=lolavita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/feeds/111225972417555494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;table bg border="3" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" style="color:'#0033ff';"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:;font-size:+2;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Explosive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:;font-size:+2;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unforgettable&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:;font-size:+2;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Loving&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-name-generator.html' title='My name generator'/><author><name>eulisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095385570337366929</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11392782.post-111226226366021914</id><published>2005-03-31T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T13:22:39.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do u believe in Horoscopes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hellooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u believe in Horoscopes? i think i do... especially after what happen last nite. They said aquarians r gonna have a bad day somethin like dat and sure enf i did.. it was sucky!! Terrible!! Melo had to go home. she cant club . Poor Jasline... it was her ferst clubbin experience and it turned out 2 be that bad. n poor us. nothing seems to be good.. cant even crash at jas's place coz we were so fuckin broke to take e cab, so in end we juz slack around PS with all the mosquitos buzzing around us. But it was all good... we managed to get by. talk crap. sing songs. clown around till the ferst train comes. Tot bout adventuring into Fort canning , but no. we dun wan "anithin" to follow us home. Nite seems to bypass slowly. n i was so glad when i finally got home.(super pooped!) Hit e sack immediately till now?Hahh.. yeah and here i am, did a couple of these tests. u noe all these personality quizzes they got online. Silly but fun... :) They even ask weird qns like " what typa ice-cream do u think u are blah blah blah.." Its crap but well.. all juz fer entertainment purposes. anyways back to the topic... How much u believe in horoscopes? and what bout these personality quizzes? do u think they make sense.... n is our character really determined by our horoscope? I guess to a certain extent its true. But it doesnt really matter right. well If it makes someone feel betta den i think theres no harm believing in it :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Cheers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11392782-111226226366021914?l=lolavita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/feeds/111226226366021914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11392782&amp;postID=111226226366021914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/111226226366021914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/111226226366021914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/2005/03/do-u-believe-in-horoscopes.html' title='Do u believe in Horoscopes?'/><author><name>eulisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095385570337366929</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11392782.post-111176658516728139</id><published>2005-03-21T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T13:23:28.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would u go to Bed with me?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hi... Saw this link to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Bed Supper club&lt;/span&gt;... It looks really cool, cozy and suave. Got this imac and ipod feel. Thats neat!!! And it'd b a classic to have it on this island. From what i see, Bed has got two sections- The supper club and the bar area. Somethin like zouk and phuture, onli that they have this really faint glow all over making it so glitzy , sophisticated and very very white. At ferst i was wondering if this Bed is actually a club. omg!! Totally different from the typical clubs u find right here. . the decor is interesting... its permeated with the imac appeal throughout- walls, floors, speakers and bar stools etc... n the coolest part is that the DJ toolset has no optical or magnetic disk readers, juz laptops and mixing devices. Talk bout Technology :) And music wise its pretty okay... you can ease yourself into e week with some Funky house and phat breakbeats. I know House music dont really appeal to most of us here, not to me either.. but Hell... They r one of the most prestigious clubs worldwide , inviting the one of the best french Dj playing his mixing rock, groove, soul and jazz from all over the world. The name is Charles Schill- something. Anyways e seats look great to rest our butts without suffering from butt-cramps. I feel like i can juz go to sleep as soon as my ass touches e seat. haha.... Terriffic place to chill and its definately unique. Flavor of its own... The onli sad part is its not in town but Bangkok.. So if u happen to b dere, u can swing into the Bed Supper Club. Bed, anyone? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/eu_minem/Bedsupperclub.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11392782-111176658516728139?l=lolavita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/feeds/111176658516728139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11392782&amp;postID=111176658516728139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/111176658516728139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/111176658516728139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/2005/03/would-u-go-to-bed-with-me.html' title='Would u go to Bed with me?!?'/><author><name>eulisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095385570337366929</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11392782.post-111138781591948068</id><published>2005-03-18T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T13:24:45.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life aint nth but death ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life aint nothin' but Death without money... Need this, need that.. want this, want that... but most of all i need the DOUGH!!!!Im facing quite a difficult situation now,need a freakin job to get me those quids, wanna get into a course i really like and not juz make do with any that comes along.. no im not like dat.. but i always convince myself this.. "in e middle of difficulty lies opportunity." Yeah... so here i am tryin to be optimistic and praying fer the best!!! And im glad that i have a bunch of real good buddies whos always cracking me up each time i needed a pill. the laughing pill!!! Toodles~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11392782-111138781591948068?l=lolavita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/feeds/111138781591948068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11392782&amp;postID=111138781591948068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/111138781591948068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/111138781591948068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/2005/03/life-aint-nth-but-death.html' title='Life aint nth but death ....'/><author><name>eulisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095385570337366929</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11392782.post-111077810334173268</id><published>2005-03-15T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T13:27:15.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby dont mess around..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Hey Ya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;My baby dont mess around coz she loves me so and this i noe fo' sho!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;[Best song ever!! Love i&lt;/span&gt;t &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;K i am in ma room, sitting here alone and fiddling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;with my cellphone. Kinda bored, so might as well put somethin up here. I juz had fish n chips for lunch.. but i feel abit sick.. runny nose, bad throat, n i can hear my tummy making those weird funny noises but its not those "about-to-shit"signs. Hot day, n its not makin me feel any betta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Think a swim would do good! I love swimming!!! Hmmmm... i noe i wanted to write somethin.. but i somewhat lost it again.. Lemmi seee.... Oh yah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Its " My baby dont mess around.." If u think its got anything to do with the guys stuffs in ma life, nono!! Im gonna write bout frens.. Fre&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;s play special roles in our everyday lives. Tell me someone who doesnt need frens? Cant think of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;any for e moment? Well.. its normal. We all need frens.. need a listening ear when we feelin blue.. need a helpin hand when we in trouble, need frens to lie to our folks for us when we r up to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;some kinda mischif( okay! dats not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;frens should do, but still it helped us get outta hot soup at times so, WHATEVER!''.. Lolz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Yeah.. so see, we do need frens. But can we control who we wanna meet?Can you make e who&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;e world like you? Nahhh.. we also cannot control our frens or anybodys' lives cos nobody owes someb0dy a living. Its true that everyone has different expectations and different wants, so we cannot be so selfish as to intrude n tryin to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;change someone. Everyone should live their own life and thats y i find songs like " i live my life for YOU" quite silly. The world doesnt revolve arnd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;onli n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;have to accept it. Thats how the theory of "Give and Take " came up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Frens should also be careful of what they say and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;what they do. They might be invading their frens lives by probing too much. They might also be annoying their frens by stealing their ideas. Creativity is a very personal thing, even when it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;comes to all the lil things. Imagine u did a real cool website and ya so proud of it, but some ass suddenly appeared n did EXACTLY e same thing n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;start "posing" of as YOU . It pisses the shit outta you right. and believe me, it can strained a relationship, especially if their future is on e line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;like copying else's work for some interview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;. Maybe u dun mind gaining credit at somebody's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;expense, but remember KARMA!!What goes around comes around.So we shouldn b such a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;total jackass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;n this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;world would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; b a much happier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;place to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11392782-111077810334173268?l=lolavita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/feeds/111077810334173268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11392782&amp;postID=111077810334173268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/111077810334173268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/111077810334173268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-baby-dont-mess-around.html' title='My baby dont mess around..'/><author><name>eulisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095385570337366929</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11392782.post-111138636329841429</id><published>2005-03-13T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T13:27:41.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live and let die</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Success is a mission.. Its there for anyone who wants to do better. When you were younger, your heart acts like an open book and you always say "live and let die". But as you grow older, you hardly think like dat. Maybe its where we come from.. in this ever-changing world which we live in, its survival of the fittest and ill admit its vicious. Everyone's striving to be UP there.. In fact in doesnt bother em even if they have to stoop as low as to use despicable means juz to get what they want. If competition acts as a motivation to betta , then its a different story. But lets get serious... How many people are contented with what they have? When they hit their target, they want more. Okay, thats life..But some do mean things juz to get back at each other, not wanting to give in and cry. Yeah.. u did ya job well, u gave the other party HELL.. and you r smiling!! but do u really really really really feel good within?!? Are u certain ya lungs are actually not swelling with guilt after all you've done to drive the person up against the wall..?!?I doubt so....A Perfectly normal human wouldn feel good.. unless ya a selfish and sadistic beast!!!! As a youngster, i was taught to live and let die. Its easier to love than to hate. t takes 47 muscles to frown and 7 muscles to laugh. (hmmm.. did i get the numericals right?) yah anyways its better to love than to hate. There's already too much hatred in this world. War goin on everyday. Y should we add up to e list.. So Learn to forgive and forget! * make love! Not war!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11392782-111138636329841429?l=lolavita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/feeds/111138636329841429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11392782&amp;postID=111138636329841429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/111138636329841429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/111138636329841429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/2005/03/live-and-let-die.html' title='Live and let die'/><author><name>eulisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095385570337366929</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11392782.post-111103527148286350</id><published>2005-03-08T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T13:28:01.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shallow creatures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why izzit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that when we seem to want something so bad, and when we cant have it, it juz tears us up inside., yet when the time finally comes for us to have it, we dont want it anymore. I am guilty of this, and i cant find a reason to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If we want somethin that bad,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;shouldn't we always want it..... or are we juz so shallow creatures that we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;juz like the chase... or izzit because humans are born to be discontented all the time. But not all humans are like dat right...I am one who, when i want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;something really really bad, i go all out for it.. Once i get what i set out for, it seems though im done with wanting it and am ready to hop on to the next thing.. There are also many examples that prove my theory&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;right... like how the straight-haired girls, they all want curls. and the brunnettes wanna be blonde. Its juz your typical thang. You've got yin, you want yang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It juz goes on and on... and some people says its only humans to never be satisfied. Well i guess im as human as the next one... Part of it is also because i keep lookin and lookin and lookin for something&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;more and always wondering whats on the other side of the "number two door", if u get what i mean.. So do you go through the same thing? U want something&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;soo badly but when u have it u get disatisfied. If so,why? Thoughts welcomed :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;out-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11392782-111103527148286350?l=lolavita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/feeds/111103527148286350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11392782&amp;postID=111103527148286350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/111103527148286350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/111103527148286350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/2005/03/shallow-creatures.html' title='Shallow creatures'/><author><name>eulisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095385570337366929</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11392782.post-111061602713645206</id><published>2005-03-05T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T13:28:35.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ola"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Howdy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;This is my ferst blog entry. I like writing and expressing myself so this should be fun!! But Im so hopeless when comes to all these IT /webdesigning stuffs that i couldnt get my blog rite the 1st two times. I screwed up on my first attempt . I forgot bout templates. I even keyed in my e-mail add wrongly. I know im such a mutthead. :x So if ya expecting a fun and novel blog frm yours truly, err.. forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Time juz isnt on my side. Life's been a lil crazy for me lately... all the interviews and work n im tryin my best to hand up a good portfolio to the school by wednesday.. but im gonna try to get things up more often. Who knows if this can be another therapy of mine. hehe! Yah... I've been starting to realise that things around me are not only fast-moving but changes are happening all e time as well. So fast that at times i feel like i almost cant keep up anymore. But well, Thats Life! If u think Life's gonna be as smooth as yogurt all e time, U WISH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Remember what i said bout changes. That does make sense rite.. tell mi it does , unless u can prove me wrong. C'mon! People come people go, thats also part of changes. So I make sense, juz say it, I make sense. haha!!! But not all changes r bad tho.. people grow up because of certain changes as well.. so actually its juz how we deal with it. We can either strongly accept it and move on, or juz brood brood and brood until desperation drives us insane n we start banging our heads against the wall and die!!! If at this moment u think i've juz encountered something bad, no i did not. its juz that u see, im the preach preacher typa person at times so yeah.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Anyways im gonna jet now k. -Peace-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11392782-111061602713645206?l=lolavita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/feeds/111061602713645206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11392782&amp;postID=111061602713645206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/111061602713645206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11392782/posts/default/111061602713645206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lolavita2.blogspot.com/2005/03/ola.html' title='&quot;Ola&quot;'/><author><name>eulisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095385570337366929</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
