<?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-6472268883955936289</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:07:03.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472268883955936289/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153758303257767582</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472268883955936289.post-3004318855926846787</id><published>2008-01-04T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T05:17:16.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rules:&lt;br /&gt;* Do the following without any complaints.&lt;br /&gt;* Choose 5 lucky people to do this after you have done it.&lt;br /&gt;* Leave a tag at his/her tagboard if he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES:&lt;br /&gt;* Colors : Black, red and green! :D &lt;br /&gt;* Food: A lot! french toast, pancakes, pancit canton, sisig, steaks! mmmmmmm!!&lt;br /&gt;* Song: Right now i think my fave would be &lt;br /&gt;* Movie: The game (it's a really old movie, i almost forgot i watched it) &lt;br /&gt;* Sports: Soccer! ;p&lt;br /&gt;* Day of the week: saturday! its my rest day! :)&lt;br /&gt;* Season: Seasons of love? hahaha Ü&lt;br /&gt;* Ice cream: Ube! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTS:&lt;br /&gt;* Mood: rotten.&lt;br /&gt;* Taste: tongue taste. 0_o&lt;br /&gt;* Shirt: a loose dirty blue sando. &lt;br /&gt;* Desktop: blank. &lt;br /&gt;* Toenail: i currently have 10 toenails. hahaha ^-^ &lt;br /&gt;* Time: 1900 hehehe&lt;br /&gt;* Surroundings: at the back part of the house near the boarders' rooms. :D&lt;br /&gt;* Thoughts: 18th Birthday party of Eumi! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;* Bestfriend: Ray.... uhmm... forgot his last name. it was soo long ago! :D &lt;br /&gt;* Movie: independence day! :)&lt;br /&gt;* Lie: Ed did it! &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;* Songs: Love will keep us alive! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;* Cigar: Never had one. :)&lt;br /&gt;* Drink: i don't drik either. well maybe i drink water. :) &lt;br /&gt;* Car ride: going home.. back from the airport. =]&lt;br /&gt;* Phone call: well it was a cellphone. with Eumi! ;) &lt;br /&gt;* CD: Dramachine - Sugarfree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;* Dated your best friend: yup! all the time! 0.o she's also my girlfriend too.. ;p&lt;br /&gt;* Broke the law: yes i have. :p&lt;br /&gt;* Been arrested: Never been caught. :D&lt;br /&gt;* Kissed someone you don’t know: nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 THINGS YOU’RE WEARING:&lt;br /&gt;* brief&lt;br /&gt;* shorts&lt;br /&gt;* a stupid smile&lt;br /&gt;* braces! pink! :P&lt;br /&gt;* slippers!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 THINGS YOU’VE DONE TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;* i slept! :D&lt;br /&gt;* i helped mum clean my room&lt;br /&gt;* i slept some more! &lt;br /&gt;* i ate a piece of cake! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 THINGS YOU CAN HEAR NOW:&lt;br /&gt;* the ESPN announcer on the gae between phoenix and seattle&lt;br /&gt;* ed snoring. :D&lt;br /&gt;* cellphone ringing! 0_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i don't really know anyone..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472268883955936289-3004318855926846787?l=neolot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolot.blogspot.com/feeds/3004318855926846787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6472268883955936289&amp;postID=3004318855926846787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472268883955936289/posts/default/3004318855926846787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472268883955936289/posts/default/3004318855926846787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolot.blogspot.com/2008/01/rules-do-following-without-any.html' title=''/><author><name>neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153758303257767582</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-6472268883955936289.post-1283147202232059189</id><published>2007-12-22T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T19:20:17.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When i met her..</title><content type='html'>Instruction:A blog post about your significant other (boyfriend/girlfriend, husband/wife, fiance). Just include the following in your blog post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First name: if he doesn’t like his name plastered all over the Internet, a pet name will do.&lt;br /&gt;2. How and where did you meet?&lt;br /&gt;3. Characteristics&lt;br /&gt;4. Your plans 20 to 30 years from now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. One whole sheet of yellow paper, copy and answer, no copying, list all people "standing" and "noisy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eumi a.k.a. honeybear, munchy munch, eumity, butterpillar, voldemort, litel bibe, the destroyer, tata. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A1LLNcEy0zo/R23HtBq6UwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TK9gkF80Go0/s1600-h/IMG_0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A1LLNcEy0zo/R23HtBq6UwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TK9gkF80Go0/s320/IMG_0736.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146989525510804226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. (warning the following answer may contain scenes not suitable for very young readers parental guidance is recommended) It was on that unfaithful day on December 3, the birthday of my ex(keilah).It was a lovely day, we were going to the beach and we rode a taxi on our way there. I was sitting on the front seat (so not a gentleman) and my ex and her sister was at the back. My ex suddenly told me that we were meeting one of her "friends", and we were going to rendezvous with this mysterious friend on a shell station of some sort. When we got there we had to look for her, everyone in the taxi (even the taxi driver) was looking for this new person that was going to ride with us to the beach. Everyone seemed busy looking left and right, then I saw this really beautiful girl wearing a bright yellow shirt has this enticing tan color and a really alluring smile painted on her face, she made my heart go tachycardia. I then said (or was it suggested?), "Is she wearing yellow?" before i could stop myself, and it turns out she was the friend that we looking for! hahaha. hoooray for me! at the beach i was introduced to her and she was Eumi! ta dah! ;) And gosh i couldn't stop flirting. i wanted her attention so much that i did a one-arm pull up and let everyone see (especially Eumi dear). Joseph was also there, a very tall and friendly guy (who cares? let's talk about Eumi). Anyways Joseph and I played billiards and(ehem) i won, muhahahahaha then i was challenged to play with Eumi she finished the game and i was left sitting on a corner with a big "L" on my forehead. What was so damn cute was that she let out a small "yay!" for her victory. beaten by a chic. tsk tsk tsk (one-arm pull up and i can't even win a game of billiards). After hours of endless flirting she had to go... she was going to ride a taxi with Joseph and i couldn't help myself, i had to get her number. I asked joseph for his number first then i asked Eumi for her number (so it wouldn't be obvious that i wanted her number)i remember she said that my cellphone was cute coz it had rainbow numbers (beautiful and observant!). and then it was farewell to the girl i so wanted to be with... it was the best party i could ever been in! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i was invited to her bday though.. i really wanted to go, but i didn't coz my ex told me there was booze and stuff, i got discouraged and didn't go. but i greeted her by sending a text message! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Char(shortcut for characteristics): Eumi is very beautiful and it goes without saying, if i were to count how many guys liked her it would be like counting the money in the world. hmmm.. Eumi is a reserved and modest woman, sophisticated, very cute! (i mean really cute even if she's not trying to be cute), she is a really great singer! ;p she's part of a choir! hehehe. She loves to read books (i love that about her, by the way did you know narnia started at the 3rd part of the book series?), also really honest! (i love that about her too!) She is also very ticklish, and she doesn't like the look of an underarm. hahaha. she also has (as we like to call it) an "amazing memory" which is really useful remembering what to say and stuff 0_o. i say she has lotsa lots of potential in public speaking and speech, but she's just modest and shy so it kinda get in the way. Most of the time she has headaches (im kinda worried about this). She easily gets angry but she also easily gets happy! 0_o i think Eumi has really changed a lot since I first saw her in her yellow shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eumi also is a really good kisser. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.the plan: we'll the plan isn't really that clear for now, its kinda complicated. But there are plans, like going abroad, getting rich, building a partnership in the business world, and travelling around the world! :) but we have our deals too, we promised to invite each other to their wedding (either the spouse or a guest) and to go to enchanted kingdom to be kids again! but like Eumi said it's more like a "someday.." plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this tag made me feel happy i met my honey bear, and it reminded me how much i love her. what would i do without you? ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is jacky's bday by the way! he's now one!! weee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A1LLNcEy0zo/R23RMBq6UxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vLmVYqaw0b4/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A1LLNcEy0zo/R23RMBq6UxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vLmVYqaw0b4/s320/Image025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146999953691398930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eumi, i love you too! ♥ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get married na! hahaha. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to two honeys! :-*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472268883955936289-1283147202232059189?l=neolot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolot.blogspot.com/feeds/1283147202232059189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6472268883955936289&amp;postID=1283147202232059189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472268883955936289/posts/default/1283147202232059189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472268883955936289/posts/default/1283147202232059189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolot.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-i-met-her.html' title='When i met her..'/><author><name>neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153758303257767582</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A1LLNcEy0zo/R23HtBq6UwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TK9gkF80Go0/s72-c/IMG_0736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472268883955936289.post-3199932438602865945</id><published>2007-11-26T04:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T04:58:00.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j6voJ1sgY_0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j6voJ1sgY_0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472268883955936289-3199932438602865945?l=neolot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolot.blogspot.com/feeds/3199932438602865945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6472268883955936289&amp;postID=3199932438602865945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472268883955936289/posts/default/3199932438602865945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472268883955936289/posts/default/3199932438602865945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolot.blogspot.com/2007/11/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153758303257767582</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-6472268883955936289.post-4779396805030511592</id><published>2007-11-26T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T04:19:03.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>misanthrope</title><content type='html'>why can't people care?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472268883955936289-4779396805030511592?l=neolot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolot.blogspot.com/feeds/4779396805030511592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6472268883955936289&amp;postID=4779396805030511592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472268883955936289/posts/default/4779396805030511592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472268883955936289/posts/default/4779396805030511592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolot.blogspot.com/2007/11/misanthrope.html' title='misanthrope'/><author><name>neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153758303257767582</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-6472268883955936289.post-370865874794332281</id><published>2007-11-23T06:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T06:42:16.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday. =D</title><content type='html'>today was really a nice day, i saw &lt;a href="http://eumility.blogspot.com"&gt;Eumi&lt;/a&gt;! =] we had our... exchange gifts coz its our birthday! and i got a hamburger! yay! Ü just what i really needed.. :) and i gave her a clock.. so that she'll know i'm sylar, (raawwrr) and that i cherish each second i spend with her. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has to know what time it is coz i lose track of time when i'm with her. 0.o i already miss her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways! happy birthday to us!! weeee!!! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472268883955936289-370865874794332281?l=neolot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolot.blogspot.com/feeds/370865874794332281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6472268883955936289&amp;postID=370865874794332281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472268883955936289/posts/default/370865874794332281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472268883955936289/posts/default/370865874794332281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolot.blogspot.com/2007/11/birthday-d.html' title='birthday. =D'/><author><name>neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153758303257767582</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-6472268883955936289.post-4043355542288399269</id><published>2007-11-19T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T05:24:36.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lunatic. :D</title><content type='html'>who am i? it's a puzzling thought trying to define myself, opening my mind to an objective view of my inner being. i believe i could not really define "me". it would limit me as a person and a human being, delineating myself, would be assuming boundaries on my existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in the world could be accurately labeled; when we say a pen, it is not really a writing material, nor is it a black cylindrical figure with ink inside it, it's attributes is infinite. Therefore the ethereal powers of words limit what we are.. (not really my element. :D must be the headache! =])&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472268883955936289-4043355542288399269?l=neolot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolot.blogspot.com/feeds/4043355542288399269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6472268883955936289&amp;postID=4043355542288399269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472268883955936289/posts/default/4043355542288399269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472268883955936289/posts/default/4043355542288399269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolot.blogspot.com/2007/11/lunatic-d.html' title='lunatic. :D'/><author><name>neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153758303257767582</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-6472268883955936289.post-4419786744055165041</id><published>2007-11-13T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:52:19.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>career</title><content type='html'>after much thought and careful deliberation, i thought of two great new career for me... well a career that i really like! 0.o the first one is to be a really artistic director! :D i mean.. it's really nice when you could choreograph life itself, capture its grace and splendor, too bad i only know how to use the movie maker thing.. and i was looking forward having Eumi on the main cast. ;) *sigh* the second career would be to become a really tough marine! its their nobility and sense of purpose that truly inspires me to be one! plus they look really cool on  camouflage shirts! and they get to fight all the time, and have this high dignity thing.. &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats all i could think of for now... Ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472268883955936289-4419786744055165041?l=neolot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolot.blogspot.com/feeds/4419786744055165041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6472268883955936289&amp;postID=4419786744055165041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472268883955936289/posts/default/4419786744055165041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472268883955936289/posts/default/4419786744055165041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolot.blogspot.com/2007/11/career.html' title='career'/><author><name>neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153758303257767582</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472268883955936289.post-7374384943605835144</id><published>2007-11-13T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:27:55.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taglines. Ü</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;      taglines        &lt;/h3&gt;                  &lt;p&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;*Pick your birth month.&lt;br /&gt;*Strike out anything that doesn't apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;*Bold the five-ten that YOU think best applies to you.&lt;br /&gt;*Copy to your own journal, with all twelve months under a lj-cut.&lt;br /&gt;*Tag 12 people from your friends list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER. Loves to chat. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loves those who loves them.(you know... you..me.. ;] )&lt;/span&gt; Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gets angry often.(rawwrr)&lt;/span&gt; Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Easily hurt but recovers easily. (ouch) Daydreamer.(why did the chicken cross the road?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Opinionated.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does not care of what others think.(so?)&lt;/span&gt; Emotional. Decisive. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strong clairvoyance.(im psychic, i know your reading this. Ü)&lt;/span&gt; Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loves children.(they love me too!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY. Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY. Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH. Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL. Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY. Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE. Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY. Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST. Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER. Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER. Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER. Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER. Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from &lt;a href="http://eumility.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eumi&lt;/a&gt;!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472268883955936289-7374384943605835144?l=neolot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolot.blogspot.com/feeds/7374384943605835144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6472268883955936289&amp;postID=7374384943605835144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472268883955936289/posts/default/7374384943605835144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472268883955936289/posts/default/7374384943605835144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolot.blogspot.com/2007/11/taglines.html' title='Taglines. Ü'/><author><name>neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153758303257767582</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-6472268883955936289.post-3829396291244651674</id><published>2007-11-07T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T04:24:18.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a blogger!</title><content type='html'>hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lotsa&lt;/span&gt; stuff happened during the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sembreak&lt;/span&gt;. when it started, it was kinda rough, not having allowance and trying to keep up with my account. ;] still.. all the anguish was worth it when i saw Eumi on the weekends! yay! =] everything was going fine and all but on the last week of our sembreak they were gonna have a weeks vacation too.. :c (what am i gonna do? where am i gonna go?) anyways just before they were going to start their week vacation thing, i had the chance to see with Eumi and OMG! she was bloody sexy! O.O she wore this brown shorts that showed her really sexy legs and guys were actually turning their heads and staring at her.. (why don't they stare at me?) i got nice legs too! we'll... uhh... nice and hairy!! hahahah! =] by the end of the day, we ate isaw (yum!) and chicken legs! hehehe. speaking of legs her legs are hot! O.o (ok focus now..)  then after that i watched her go as she had to go home, we said our farewell and i wouldn't see her anymore.. i couldn't wait for the week to end, so i can see her again. ={ why can't time go faster?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472268883955936289-3829396291244651674?l=neolot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolot.blogspot.com/feeds/3829396291244651674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6472268883955936289&amp;postID=3829396291244651674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472268883955936289/posts/default/3829396291244651674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dceb8f212100e6db3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331314495%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61CD75712218F2CB0B67374C242517AA5AC961FA.19AD5FC97A9BC2F6D858729374A386E366269ED1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dceb8f212100e6db3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyX_Yvbq8Trx9acwXj-EF52PD-xk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is something i cooked up one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, it's my first time to upload and create a full movie thingy so please go easy on me. ;]&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472268883955936289-3392835502039607334?l=neolot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolot.blogspot.com/feeds/3392835502039607334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6472268883955936289&amp;postID=3392835502039607334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472268883955936289/posts/default/3392835502039607334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472268883955936289/posts/default/3392835502039607334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolot.blogspot.com/2007/10/without-wax.html' title='without wax'/><author><name>neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153758303257767582</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472268883955936289.post-545554129603054778</id><published>2007-10-15T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T08:30:48.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my last blog post makes people less intelligent when they read it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. just try it.. hehehe enjoy. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.diggygames.com/play-4455-The_Impossible_Quiz.html"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;PLAY The Impossible Quiz&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="550" height="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.diggygames.com/swf/theimpossiblequiz.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.diggygames.com/swf/theimpossiblequiz.swf" width="550" height="400" align="center" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diggygames.com"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Myspace Games&lt;/h1&gt;&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/6472268883955936289-545554129603054778?l=neolot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolot.blogspot.com/feeds/545554129603054778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6472268883955936289&amp;postID=545554129603054778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472268883955936289/posts/default/545554129603054778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472268883955936289/posts/default/545554129603054778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolot.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-last-blog-post-makes-people-less.html' title=''/><author><name>neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153758303257767582</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-6472268883955936289.post-8020471110339273377</id><published>2006-11-19T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T02:45:57.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog?</title><content type='html'>what's a blog anyway? they say it's an online journal. "they" meaning the "googled" definition of blog. i say it's a place  with no hypocrites, a place where secrets are turned into an archive, displayed, exhibited, and flaunted to anyone and everyone. i believe most of the people who write in their "blogs" just wish to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny  how several people wish to write about crushes, and love when their only explanation for love comes from a line in a sitcom or a movie of some sort. they speak and not know that the words that come out of their lips are trivial, and superficial. is there someone out there who can talk profound ideas?  someone who could explain what life really is about. yes, there is someone just like that. what surprises me is, that she doesn't have to talk  just to explain what life means. her silence illuminates the answers i look for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i consider myself as dumb, so if ever you find typo or any form of error with syntax, accept my  apology. yes you are perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472268883955936289-8020471110339273377?l=neolot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolot.blogspot.com/feeds/8020471110339273377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6472268883955936289&amp;postID=8020471110339273377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472268883955936289/posts/default/8020471110339273377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472268883955936289/posts/default/8020471110339273377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolot.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog.html' title='blog?'/><author><name>neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153758303257767582</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>
