<?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-872024549140804707</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:48:54.893+08:00</updated><category term='sysgen'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='surprise'/><title type='text'>wired.twisted.diva</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092025077270204372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/TVC1dhfSkbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/22yH4wWj2hI/s220/butterfly-revised-smaller-001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872024549140804707.post-7900151037565907055</id><published>2011-02-08T05:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T11:05:29.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sysgen'/><title type='text'>"Left-Open-Mouthed" Moments</title><content type='html'>How often do you get surprises from family, friends, or colleagues? Me? I rarely get one of those. A handful of them are either bad news or things that just caught me off guard. But quite fairly, there are also a great percentage of these surprises that made me enormously happy and almost teary-eyed.&lt;div&gt;And one of those good surprises happened today... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read on...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier today, I dropped by at Systems Generators Philippines, Inc.’s (SYSGEN) office and had my one of those “left-open-mouthed” moments. I went there to get my cake, because that has been a tradition that they are devotedly doing for quite some time now, I guess. It is their way of showing their love and appreciation for their consultants like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a little spoiler to it, I know, because my colleagues, who have been with them quite longer, told me about this before. So, I am kind of already expecting a cake from them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, going back to the story, I went there and waited for Ms. April Tan. After a while, she came in to meet me at the lobby. We were having a little chit-chat when I noticed that all of the employees rose from their desks. I was a bit disturbed because they were like all over the place. So, I just pretended unruffled by what was going on and continued talking to Ms. April.&lt;br /&gt;Just moments after that, the whole crew sang “Happy Birthday” in unison and someone came in from the corner holding my lovely cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flabbergasted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was speechless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was BLOWN AWAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held the cake, stared at the candle for a second, uttered a little thank-you-prayer, and blew it. They clapped their hands, all-smiles. Then each one of them greeted me “Happy Birthday” as they all went back to their respective desks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn’t it fantastic? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought it will happen to me. Really. Well, of course, I wouldn’t lie that I’ve always wished for it. But I thought I would get it from friends, loved-ones or whatever. But, not from them. I am not implying any negative innuendo, let me clear that. But let’s get the facts straight:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, they are, collectively, my bosses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, we just talk business most of the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I never get to hang out with them. &lt;i&gt;(Well, once when they threw a party last December.) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, I never even knew their names. Well, for most of them. (&lt;i&gt;Which I think is bad.)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can count in one hand the number of people whom I speak to and exchange e-mails and SMS with. Geez! They are strangers to me as I am to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But right now as I coyly think of that moment again, I realized that THAT is exactly what made it more special—experiencing it from them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s quite given that they don’t know me personally, and yet they rose from their little, neat desks to sing a birthday song for me. And I really mean this, in my heart of hearts, that moment is inarguably so special to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even thank them enough. I know that a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; simple “thank you” is quite unfitting to express how much I have appreciated their time, their generosity, and their thoughtfulness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, I said this awhile back, and I’ll say it again—In the truest sense of the word, THANK YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THANK YOU TO M&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Y SYSGEN FAMILY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/TVBpBkVhJbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/c_5GzTpbqEc/s400/IMG_0568.JPG" style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571068214712018354" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/872024549140804707-7900151037565907055?l=wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/feeds/7900151037565907055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=872024549140804707&amp;postID=7900151037565907055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/7900151037565907055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/7900151037565907055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/2011/02/left-open-mouthed-moments.html' title='&quot;Left-Open-Mouthed&quot; Moments'/><author><name>Miss G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092025077270204372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/TVC1dhfSkbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/22yH4wWj2hI/s220/butterfly-revised-smaller-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/TVBpBkVhJbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/c_5GzTpbqEc/s72-c/IMG_0568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872024549140804707.post-332158656368965159</id><published>2010-05-11T15:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T15:17:54.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smash Hit Wonders!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/S-kB3TOhqAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6WzTDNGgs1A/s1600/4585378349_c9a9a0c816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/S-kB3TOhqAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6WzTDNGgs1A/s320/4585378349_c9a9a0c816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469905271983810562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The THEN AND NOW Massive Music Festival ambitiously positions itself as-- quite possibly-- the biggest Philippine music event of the year. We have six artists performing all their greatest hits for all their Filipino music fans: TQ, SWV, P.M. Dawn, Diana King, Baby Bash, Frankie J, JoJo, and even a few more to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The THEN AND NOW Massive Music Festival is an all-hits show-- not an album tour, nor is it a promo tour. Expect a great deal of show, as all our featured artists will be performing nothing but their hits just for their fans in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The THEN AND NOW Massive Music Festival happens on Saturday, 15 May 2010, at the SM Mall of Asia Concert Grounds. Tickets are available at Ticketnet and Ticketworld outlets. Ticket prices are currently pegged at (VIP) Php4,400 | (Gold) Php2,860 | (Silver) Php1,650 | (Bronze) Php770.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more details about this event you can go to &lt;a href="http://www.thenandnowconcert.com/"&gt;THEN AND NOW CONCERT&lt;/a&gt; Official Site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you also to &lt;a href="http://azraelsmerryland.blogspot.com/2010/05/contest-win-10-tickets-for-then-and-now.html"&gt;www.azraelsmerryland.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; for the additional info about this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"M SOO F*CKING EXCITED ABOUT THIS! HOPE TO SEE YOU, FRANKIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/MLNwlTzz5V8/hqdefault.jpg);" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MLNwlTzz5V8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;autoplay=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MLNwlTzz5V8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;autoplay=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="325" height="244"&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/872024549140804707-332158656368965159?l=wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/feeds/332158656368965159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=872024549140804707&amp;postID=332158656368965159&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/332158656368965159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/332158656368965159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/2010/05/then-and-now-massive-music-festival.html' title='Smash Hit Wonders!!'/><author><name>Miss G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092025077270204372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/TVC1dhfSkbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/22yH4wWj2hI/s220/butterfly-revised-smaller-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/S-kB3TOhqAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6WzTDNGgs1A/s72-c/4585378349_c9a9a0c816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872024549140804707.post-2296456099181362011</id><published>2009-07-22T15:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T15:39:21.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed with IT!!</title><content type='html'>I found this great remix of Mariah Carey's newest single, "Obsessed".. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it very addictive (if not obsessive..lol) that I decided to edit the official video to match the remix version.. Hope you'll like this.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lquFDWwm1pk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;autoplay=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lquFDWwm1pk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;autoplay=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for visiting my blog!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/872024549140804707-2296456099181362011?l=wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/feeds/2296456099181362011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=872024549140804707&amp;postID=2296456099181362011&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/2296456099181362011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/2296456099181362011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/2009/07/obsessed-with-it.html' title='Obsessed with IT!!'/><author><name>Miss G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092025077270204372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/TVC1dhfSkbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/22yH4wWj2hI/s220/butterfly-revised-smaller-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872024549140804707.post-7495821240549589502</id><published>2009-05-22T14:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:09:48.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest</title><content type='html'>Love... Love.. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The POWER of LOVE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-O-V-E is indeed immeasurable. It can bring out the best in us, and sometimes, the worst in us. Yeah, it happens... It can either make us or break us, so to speak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still vividly remember how LOVE breaks the bond of friendship I used to treasure. It saddens me, even sounds &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tragic&lt;/span&gt; for me. But as I think of it, the foundation that you build between your friends plays a big part. Why? Because I think the foundation is puny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is BLIND...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; true! We can all relate to this one, right? Sometimes in our life we experienced how love makes us "blind".. We can clearly see the flaws, but we act as if we didn't notice. We see the unjust treatment, but we act nonchalant about it. Why? Because, we have high hopes that the person will change, that we can make that person CHANGE. But, in reality, we can never change that person. It will take great amount of effort to make a person change. But no matter how hard you try, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF THAT PERSON IS NOT WILLING TO CHANGE FOR THE BETTER&lt;/span&gt;--even if we keep crossing our fingers forever,--it's useless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so consumed with our emotions, that we often lose ourselves in it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in love right at this very moment, look in front of the mirror and see if you're still the same person as you used to be, before you meet that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What have I become because of this person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you REALLY happy with that person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it all worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/Yzi66eHPTCk&amp;hl=en&amp;autoplay=1&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/Yzi66eHPTCk&amp;hl=en&amp;autoplay=1&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&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/872024549140804707-7495821240549589502?l=wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/feeds/7495821240549589502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=872024549140804707&amp;postID=7495821240549589502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/7495821240549589502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/7495821240549589502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/2009/05/greatest.html' title='The Greatest'/><author><name>Miss G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092025077270204372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/TVC1dhfSkbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/22yH4wWj2hI/s220/butterfly-revised-smaller-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872024549140804707.post-3508702899450111863</id><published>2007-07-14T16:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T16:38:14.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I. . . When I. . . When I Feel It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div width="240" height="220" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/heart.swf?lyricid=2147450220" quality="high" wmode="transparent" name="scroll" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="210" width="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/feeling-it-lyrics-mariah-carey.html" title="I Feel It Lyrics"&gt;I Feel It Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of the unreleased songs from Mariah Carey's "The Emancipation of Mimi" album entitled "I Feel It."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-mplayer2" src="http://h1.ripway.com/babydollmissg02/FeelingIt_MariahLivedotNet.mp3" autostart="true" loop="true" height="48" width="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/872024549140804707-3508702899450111863?l=wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3508702899450111863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=872024549140804707&amp;postID=3508702899450111863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/3508702899450111863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/3508702899450111863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-feel-it-lyrics-heres-one-of.html' title='When I. . . When I. . . When I Feel It!'/><author><name>Miss G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092025077270204372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/TVC1dhfSkbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/22yH4wWj2hI/s220/butterfly-revised-smaller-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872024549140804707.post-1593489132368988271</id><published>2007-05-03T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T10:37:27.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushed Effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/RjquyOeDuwI/AAAAAAAAADE/sDn2P5Udd90/s1600-h/tvm-jefftimmons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/RjquyOeDuwI/AAAAAAAAADE/sDn2P5Udd90/s320/tvm-jefftimmons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060549309205035778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeff Timmons of 98 Degrees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/RjqufOeDuuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/RwVz8ZB8Dgw/s1600-h/je5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/RjqufOeDuuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/RwVz8ZB8Dgw/s320/je5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060548982787521250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;J.E. Sison, Philippine Actor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once or several times in our life we experienced what it's like to have a crush on someone. There are a lot of things that causes this attraction, some times it's their physical appearance or their attitude, or even the way they carry their selves. They always had an effect on us that seemed inevitable. We don't wanna be too obvious but our inner self does otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"palpitation effect"&lt;/span&gt; happens every time we see them.  The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"blushing effect"&lt;/span&gt; every time  they hold our hands. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"perspiration effect"&lt;/span&gt; every time they stare at us intently. And of course, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"trembling-knee effect"&lt;/span&gt; they left us every time we had a conversation with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I know you disagree. I know it varies from person to person, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we often see these people in school, at work and sometimes in public places and even public transportations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and I don't know why)&lt;/span&gt; I always see them in public vehicles. Strangers I met once and had fallen for their enamored smiles and enchanting faces. And crazy of me you might think, but if I had a chance, I took some pictures of them secretly. Hahaha. Outrageous but it's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rj7zQ-eDuxI/AAAAAAAAADM/-reO94w7Sgk/s1600-h/Miss+G%28086%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rj7zQ-eDuxI/AAAAAAAAADM/-reO94w7Sgk/s200/Miss+G%28086%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061750504183544594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rj7zROeDuyI/AAAAAAAAADU/X-bpjQtBg0Y/s1600-h/Miss+G%28087%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rj7zROeDuyI/AAAAAAAAADU/X-bpjQtBg0Y/s200/Miss+G%28087%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061750508478511906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rj7zROeDuzI/AAAAAAAAADc/-ScmrOW7kRU/s1600-h/Miss+G%28089%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rj7zROeDuzI/AAAAAAAAADc/-ScmrOW7kRU/s200/Miss+G%28089%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061750508478511922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is a real hottie! I kept taking pictures of him until I finally had a shot of his face! Hahaha.. It's real hard because he is in front of me! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rj7zROeDu0I/AAAAAAAAADk/ifX5dnH1gSs/s1600-h/Miss+G%28113%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rj7zROeDu0I/AAAAAAAAADk/ifX5dnH1gSs/s200/Miss+G%28113%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061750508478511938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is a guy I also met in a bus. He's so cute and I can't stop myself staring at him! Delicious! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rj7zReeDu1I/AAAAAAAAADs/WdagU9bapqc/s1600-h/Miss+G%28110%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rj7zReeDu1I/AAAAAAAAADs/WdagU9bapqc/s200/Miss+G%28110%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061750512773479250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is my neighbor. We're not close that's why I secretly took pictures of him, too! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is those good-looking guys I found on &lt;a href="http://friendster.com/missg31"&gt;Friendster.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://guys4men.com/"&gt;Guys4Men.com&lt;/a&gt;. If at any chance, you know them. Please, tell them I like them! And I want to make it clear that I ain't a stalker, alright?! I just fancy them, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rj73GueDu2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/7J_dvgql5hE/s1600-h/Ritch+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rj73GueDu2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/7J_dvgql5hE/s200/Ritch+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061754726136396642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rj8GEeeDu4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/XdlE_VJ44ZM/s1600-h/166737732_33810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rj8GEeeDu4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/XdlE_VJ44ZM/s200/166737732_33810.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061771180156107650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rj8GEeeDu5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/D2sF7fRAX9g/s1600-h/936933205_1255235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rj8GEeeDu5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/D2sF7fRAX9g/s200/936933205_1255235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061771180156107666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Delicioso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're gorgeous, aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haayy.. **faints**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-mplayer2" src="http://h1.ripway.com/babydollmissg31/JenniferPaige-Crush.mp3" autostart="true" loop="true" height="50" width="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/872024549140804707-1593489132368988271?l=wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/feeds/1593489132368988271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=872024549140804707&amp;postID=1593489132368988271&amp;isPopup=true' title='91 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/1593489132368988271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/1593489132368988271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/2007/05/crushed-effect.html' title='Crushed Effect'/><author><name>Miss G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092025077270204372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/TVC1dhfSkbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/22yH4wWj2hI/s220/butterfly-revised-smaller-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/RjquyOeDuwI/AAAAAAAAADE/sDn2P5Udd90/s72-c/tvm-jefftimmons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>91</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872024549140804707.post-5369530527227551470</id><published>2007-05-02T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T14:56:42.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dove film: Evolution</title><content type='html'>Do you believe that our perception for real beauty is distorted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dove&lt;/span&gt; does and so do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Last year, Dove released a short film titled, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Evolution,"&lt;/span&gt; that tackles about how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"our perception for real beauty is distorted."&lt;/span&gt; It shows how people are so thirsty about perfect beauty. It's kind of disheartening to know that what we see on TV, News and Magazines are all the contributing factors as to why most of the women of the world felt uncomfortable with themselves. Their self-confidence continue diminishing every time they saw envious, and almost perfect beauty that we can all see on TV, on magazines and on billboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evolution&lt;/span&gt; is a short film, with a very profound meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To understand more, watch this film:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dh54tlEpJrA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dh54tlEpJrA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't want you to leave my blog with a heavy heart. So, to lift your spirit, watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7H07hwxtjRI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7H07hwxtjRI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's what distortion is all about! Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = "pub-9354118981799835";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_width = 468;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_height = 60;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_format = "468x60_as_rimg";&lt;br /&gt;google_cpa_choice = "CAAQyJulgwIaCKgiotJTWY_WKKSxynMwAA";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_channel = "";&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/872024549140804707-5369530527227551470?l=wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5369530527227551470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=872024549140804707&amp;postID=5369530527227551470&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/5369530527227551470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/5369530527227551470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/2007/05/dove-film-evolution.html' title='Dove film: Evolution'/><author><name>Miss G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092025077270204372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/TVC1dhfSkbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/22yH4wWj2hI/s220/butterfly-revised-smaller-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872024549140804707.post-2468276090009263740</id><published>2007-05-01T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T18:15:18.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Celebrity Divas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My idol, Mariah Carey has done it again. She topped the charts one more time! But this time, RIAA has nothing to do with it; it wasn't about the records sold or even singles that went to #1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evidently, Mariah is really, really incomparable! Read on to know more about the:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;"TOP TEN BIGGEST DIVAS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the star treatment isn't as easy as it sounds if these ten spoiled celebs are  any indication. The only thing worse than their towering expectations is knowing that  there are people out there willing to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mcarchives.com/fotos4/foto236.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Linda Evangelista&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;St. Catherine's rose earned her diva badge in 1990 with the famous Vogue quote, "We have this expression, Christy [Turlington] and I: We don't wake up for less than $10,000 a  day." It's been dubbed the "Let them eat cake" of the 20Th century and though Linda's  apologized, living it down isn't gonna happen. Though she's proven that she is capable  of shirking her sheets for - gasp! - nothing! - having lent her famous face to M.A.C's  Viva Glam campaign to fight AIDS, the fantasy of being too beautiful to work is too good  to ruin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mcarchives.com/fotos4/foto237.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Marcia Cross&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Blame the red bathing suit for fueling the early feud rumors on the set of Desperate Housewives. Teri Hatcher snatched the flattering swim wear at a Vanity Fair photo shoot,  even though a rep for ABC had insisted the Lois and Clark star not choose her outfit  first. But it was when Teri wound up in the center of a photo that Marcia diva-ed the  eff out, storming off the set and leaving Teri crying into her cellphone. Children in  Africa sent their sympathies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mcarchives.com/fotos4/foto238.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Star Jones&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The former View host shamelessly name-checked sponsors of her wedding live on the  chat fest, simultaneously churning stomachs and grabbing ratings. The garish affair found Star wearing a 27 foot, crystal studded veil that required an army of seven to carry it  and ended with goodie-bags for the guests stuffed with everything from jewels to Nintendo games. It was like the Super Sweet 16 of weddings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mcarchives.com/fotos4/foto239.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Kanye West&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This guy's music is OK. He's no Charo, but he's OK. So when he says he's the "greatest", it's outrageous, but confidence is cool as long as its not too annoying. However, the  line into too annoying was definitely leap  over at the 2006 MTV Europe Music Award when  he lost the Best Video award and took to the stage anyway, just to bitch. Judi Dench,  take note. The Oscars could use this kind of attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mcarchives.com/fotos4/foto240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Naomi Campbell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The assaults, all seven of them, are bad enough, but her persecution of Tyra Banks is  inexcusable. Tyra told gay magazine Instinct that an unnamed model "tormented" her throughout her career, once telling her backstage that, "You're not sh-t and I'm going  to kick your ass." Was Naomi the heinous one? Well, Tyra did interview Naomi about the years of catwalk cruelty the temperamental one inflicted on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mcarchives.com/fotos4/foto241.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Diana Ross&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apparently the long-lasting singer's precious feet will only touch carpet backstage at  her concerts, but now that she's playing the casino circuit she's probably had to amend that request. One legendary tale describes Diana ordering the words "Sheena Easton  appearing in two weeks" be stricken from a sign announcing the ex-Supremes' show. She  also tans while wearing cucumbers on her eyes, which is how we imagine retirement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mcarchives.com/fotos4/foto242.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Jennifer Lopez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She always looks so sweet, but too many people have said that Jennifer Lopez is horrendous to work with. One source who worked with her in the recording studio said her  list of demands included light bulbs of a specific wattage, positioned just so, and  fresh baked Cuban bread pulled right from the oven. So if a J.Lo: Buns perfume comes out,  you'll know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mcarchives.com/fotos4/foto243.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Elizabeth Taylor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In case the fortune in jewels didn't already tip you off that this legendary actress  likes to pour on the diva-ttude, try working with her. Dominick Dune wrote in Vanity Fair  about working with her on the film Ash Wednesday. "She walked onto the set three hours  late, with a hundred extras waiting in evening clothes and Henry Fonda fuming off to the side," he wrote. Did Liz get a stern talking to? Nope. It was business as usual, since  everyone was too scared of the legendary Liz to say boo about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mcarchives.com/fotos4/foto244.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Barbra Streisand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you have your film sets designed to highlight the left side of your face, you might be a diva. When the famous singer appeared on The Rosie O'Donnell Show in the '90s, much to Rosie's hyperventilation, the set was flipped so that the buttery chanteuse would be filmed from her left side. That's probably the deal breaker for why she never did Maxim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/RjYzOueDutI/AAAAAAAAACs/5VRbQ4KkxbI/s1600-h/Mariah%2520Carey%2520Shoots%2520Say%2520Someting%2520March%252010%25202006%252024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/RjYzOueDutI/AAAAAAAAACs/5VRbQ4KkxbI/s400/Mariah%2520Carey%2520Shoots%2520Say%2520Someting%2520March%252010%25202006%252024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059287559482620626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Mariah Carey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The diva-maniac may be improving her attitude. After all, she did fly coach to the set of her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;indie film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "Tennessee". On the other hand, she did make sure the stench of commoners  didn't ruin the flight by booking out the entire section. When performing in Toronto,  she put the entire show on hold when she spotted a hole in the stage she described as  the size of a high-heel point. But nothing can compare to the welcome wagon she demanded  upon arriving at an English hotel: red carpet and white candles. Though it was 2 in the morning, Mariah wouldn't leave her limo until the arrangements had been made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://mcarchives.com/"&gt;MCArchives.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, that's what you call a real diva! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/872024549140804707-2468276090009263740?l=wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/feeds/2468276090009263740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=872024549140804707&amp;postID=2468276090009263740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/2468276090009263740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/2468276090009263740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/2007/05/top-10-celebrity-divas.html' title='Top 10 Celebrity Divas'/><author><name>Miss G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092025077270204372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/TVC1dhfSkbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/22yH4wWj2hI/s220/butterfly-revised-smaller-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/RjYzOueDutI/AAAAAAAAACs/5VRbQ4KkxbI/s72-c/Mariah%2520Carey%2520Shoots%2520Say%2520Someting%2520March%252010%25202006%252024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872024549140804707.post-7625443510466328944</id><published>2007-04-20T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T01:52:26.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senator Wannabe</title><content type='html'>From time to time&lt;br /&gt;You always heard it on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;Oftentimes watched it on TV.&lt;br /&gt;Seen their posters and stickers everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Even saw them on Friendster, MySpace, Facebox, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Politician's Campaign Ads&lt;/span&gt;, what else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time there is an election coming, you always see these candidates on the news, on TV shows, on the streets--almost everywhere! And every time you see them, they always flash their captivating smile, their 24-dollar handshakes, hear their too-good-to-be-true-promises and sincere, winning platforms.  And it's always the same old trick. The same old lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And--as they always say--it's time for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll change it--right here, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I will run for a senatorial position and make them all vanish into thin air--for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rie-_h8fTHI/AAAAAAAAACE/Xt3pIzNUXZc/s1600-h/BANNER1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 312px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rie-_h8fTHI/AAAAAAAAACE/Xt3pIzNUXZc/s400/BANNER1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055219105399786610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;PERSONAL PROFILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;            Name:&lt;/span&gt; Miss G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;            Age:&lt;/span&gt; 13.. (14 years ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;            Location:&lt;/span&gt; Philippines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;            Birthdate:&lt;/span&gt; February 1980&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;              Zodiac Sign:&lt;/span&gt; Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;            Motto:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Being beautiful is being Miss G"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FAVORITES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;               Color:&lt;/span&gt; Pink, Powder Blue, Lilac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                Books:&lt;/span&gt; John Grisham's, Perri O' Shaughnessy's, Stuart Woods'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             TV Shows:&lt;/span&gt; F.R.I.E.N.D.S., Beverly Hills 90210, Melrose Place, Sunset Beach,&lt;br /&gt;                              Oprah, Mirada de Mujer, Life with Bonnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;               Movies:&lt;/span&gt; Glitter, The Bodyguard, Breakfast at Tiffany's, City of Angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                Hobbies:&lt;/span&gt; P.E.D.R.O.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;GETTING TO KNOW YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;               Most Embarrassing Moment:&lt;/span&gt; can't think of anything eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;               Describe Yourself:&lt;/span&gt; judge me na lang in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                What is Love?&lt;/span&gt; Love is like a rosary full of mysteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;              Who's your crush? &lt;/span&gt;G.G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;               First Kiss:&lt;/span&gt; my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;               First Love:&lt;/span&gt; A.G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;               How much does it cost you?&lt;/span&gt; Php 4,569.50 and still counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;               Describe your ideal man:&lt;/span&gt; strong, smart and affectionate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;DEDICATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;               Dear Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Thank you for giving me space in your cute autograph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                     Miss G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLATFORMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;special benefits and discounts will be granted to the third sex community.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'service fee' will be fixed to Php50.00 forever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL FEMALES&lt;/span&gt; must be inside their respective houses before 4:00pm, failure to comply will result to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UGLY MALES&lt;/span&gt; must be detained inside their respective houses, or death shall be applied.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD-LOOKING MALES&lt;/span&gt; must file outside the street as early as 4:00 pm to enable us--gays--to choose which of them will be served for dinner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD-LOOKING MALES&lt;/span&gt; must not charge as high as Php50.00.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;direct or indirect insults to the third sex will be decapitated immediately.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rie-_h8fTII/AAAAAAAAACM/tkj5ec4gFuw/s1600-h/BANNER2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rie-_h8fTII/AAAAAAAAACM/tkj5ec4gFuw/s400/BANNER2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055219105399786626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is my official jingle entitled, "Hada Hada." Vote wisely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-mplayer2" src="http://h1.ripway.com/babydollmissg02/Saravija.mp3" autostart="true" loop="true" height="50" width="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/872024549140804707-7625443510466328944?l=wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/feeds/7625443510466328944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=872024549140804707&amp;postID=7625443510466328944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/7625443510466328944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/7625443510466328944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/2007/04/senatorial-candidate.html' title='Senator Wannabe'/><author><name>Miss G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092025077270204372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/TVC1dhfSkbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/22yH4wWj2hI/s220/butterfly-revised-smaller-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rie-_h8fTHI/AAAAAAAAACE/Xt3pIzNUXZc/s72-c/BANNER1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872024549140804707.post-8102503837011116124</id><published>2007-04-14T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T13:25:16.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rich Dad, Poor Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Ri7jdueDusI/AAAAAAAAACk/GCOErJK_NP0/s1600-h/kiyosaki_video_link.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Ri7jdueDusI/AAAAAAAAACk/GCOErJK_NP0/s400/kiyosaki_video_link.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057229531413461698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Featured Book of The Month:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rich Dad, Poor Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Robert Kiyosaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Excerpts from the book)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I had two fathers, a rich one and a poor one. One was highly educated and intelligent; he had a Ph.D. and completed four years of undergraduate work in less than two years. He then went on to Stanford University, the University of Chicago, and Northwestern University to do his advanced studies, all on full financial scholarships. The other father never finished the eighth grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both men were successful in their careers, working hard all their lives. Both earned substantial incomes. Yet one struggled financially all his life. The other would become one of the richest men in Hawaii. One died leaving tens of millions of dollars to his family, charities and his church. The other left bills to be paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both men were strong, charismatic and influential. Both men offered me advice, but they did not advise the same things. Both men believed strongly in education but did not recommend the same course of study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had had only one dad, I would have had to accept or reject his advice. Having two dads advising me offered me the choice of contrasting points of view; one of a rich man and one of a poor man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of simply accepting or rejecting one or the other, I found myself thinking more, comparing and then choosing for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem was, the rich man was not rich yet and the poor man not yet poor. Both were just starting out on their careers, and both were struggling with money and families. But they had very different points of view about the subject of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, one dad would say, "The love of money is the root of all evil." The other, "The lack of money is the root of all evil."&lt;br /&gt;As a young boy, having two strong fathers influencing me was difficult. I wanted to be a good son and listen, but the two fathers did not say the same things. The contrast in their points of view, particularly where money was concerned, was so extreme that I grew curious and intrigued. I began to start thinking for long periods of time about what each was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of my private time was spent reflecting, asking myself questions such as, "Why does he say that?" and then asking the same question of the other dad's statement. It would have been much easier to simply say, "Yeah, he's right. I agree with that." Or to simply reject the point of view by saying, "The old man doesn't know what he's talking about." Instead, having two dads whom I loved forced me to think and ultimately choose a way of thinking for myself. As a process, choosing for myself turned out to be much more valuable in the long run, rather than simply accepting or rejecting a single point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons the rich get richer, the poor get poorer, and the middle class struggles in debt is because the subject of money is taught at home, not in school. Most of us learn about money from our parents. So what can a poor parent tell their child about money? They simply say "Stay in school and study hard." The child may graduate with excellent grades but with a poor person's financial programming and mind-set. It was learned while the child was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is not taught in schools. Schools focus on scholastic and professional skills, but not on financial skills. This explains how smart bankers, doctors and accountants who earned excellent grades in school may still struggle financially all of their lives. Our staggering national debt is due in large part to highly educated politicians and government officials making financial decisions with little or no training on the subject of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often look ahead to the new millennium and wonder what will happen when we have millions of people who will need financial and medical assistance. They will be dependent on their families or the government for financial support. What will happen when Medicare and Social Security run out of money? How will a nation survive if teaching children about money continues to be left to parents' most of whom will be, or already are, poor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I had two influential fathers, I learned from both of them. I had to think about each dad's advice, and in doing so, I gained valuable insight into the power and effect of one's thoughts on one's life. For example, one dad had a habit of saying, "I can't afford it." The other dad forbade those words to be used. He insisted I say, "How can I afford it?" One is a statement, and the other is a question. One lets you off the hook, and the other forces you to think. My soon-to-be-rich dad would explain that by automatically saying the words "I can't afford it," your brain stops working. By asking the question, "How can I afford it?" your brain is put to work. He did not mean buy everything you wanted. He was fanatical about exercising your mind, the most powerful computer in the world. "My brain gets stronger every day because I exercise it. The stronger it gets, the more money I can make." He believed that automatically saying "I can't afford it" was a sign of mental laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although both dads worked hard, I noticed that one dad had a habit of putting his brain to sleep when it came to money matters, and the other had a habit of exercising his brain. The long-term result was that one dad grew stronger financially and the other grew weaker. It is not much different from a person who goes to the gym to exercise on a regular basis versus someone who sits on the couch watching television. Proper physical exercise increases your chances for health, and proper mental exercise increases your chances for wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two dads had opposing attitudes in though. One dad thought that the rich should pay more in taxes to take care of those less fortunate. The other said, "Taxes punish those who produce and reward those who don't produce."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One dad recommended, "Study hard so you can find a good company to work for." The other recommended, "Study hard so you can find a good company to buy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One dad said, "The reason IÃ'm not rich is because I have you kids." The other said, "The reason I must be rich is because I have you kids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One encouraged talking about money and business at the dinner table. The other forbade the subject of money to be discussed over a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One said, "When it comes to money, play it safe, don't take risks." The other said, "Learn to manage risk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One believed, "Our home is our largest investment and our greatest asset." The other believed, "My house is a liability, and if your house is your largest investment, you're in trouble."&lt;br /&gt;Both dads paid their bills on time, yet one paid his bills first while the other paid his bills last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One dad believed in a company or the government taking care of you and your needs. He was always concerned about pay raises, retirement plans, medical benefits, sick leave, vacation days and other perks. He was impressed with two of his uncles who joined the military are earned a retirement and entitlement package for life after twenty years of service. He loved the idea of medical benefits and PX privileges the military provided its retirees. He also loved the tenure life and job benefits seemed more important, at times, than the job. He would often say, "I've worked hard for the government, and I'm entitled to these benefits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other believed in total financial self-reliance. He spoke out against the "entitlement" mentality and how it was creating weak and financially needy people. He was emphatic about being financially competent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One dad struggled to save a few dollars. The other simply created investments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One dad taught me how to write an impressive resume so I could find a good job. The other taught me how to write strong business and financial plans so I could create jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a product of two strong dads allowed me the luxury of observing the effects different thoughts have on one's life. I noticed that people really do shape their life through their thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, my poor dad always said, "I'll never be rich." And that prophesy became reality. My rich dad, on the other hand, always referred to himself as rich. He would say things like, "I'm a rich man, and rich people don't do this." Even when he was flat broke after a major financial setback, he continued to refer to himself as a rich man. He would cover himself by saying, "There is a difference between being poor and being broke. Broke is temporary, and poor is eternal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor dad would also say, "I'm not interest in money,"or "Money doesn't matter." My rich dad always said, "Money is power."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of our thoughts may never be measured or appreciated, but it became obvious to me as a young boy to be aware of my thoughts and how I expressed myself. I noticed that my poor dad was poor not because of the amount of money he earned, which was significant, but because of his thoughts and actions. As a young boy, having two fathers, I became acutely aware of being careful which thoughts I chose to adopt as my own. Whom should I listen to? My rich dad or my poor dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although both men had tremendous respect for education and learning, they disagreed in what they thought was important to learn. One wanted me to study hard, earn a degree and get a good job to work for money. He wanted me to study to become a profession, an attorney or an accountant or to go to business school for my MBA. The other encouraged me to study to be rich, to understand how money works and to learn how to have it work for me. "I don't work money" These were words he would repeat over and over, "Money works for me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 9, I decided to listen to and learn from my rich dad about money. In doing so, I chose not to listen to my poor dad, even though he was the one with all the college degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that made all the difference. Over the years, I have often reflected upon Robert Frost's poem. Choosing not to listen to my highly educated dad's advice and attitude about money was a painful decision, but it was a decision that shaped the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I made up my mind whom to listen to, my education about money began. My rich dad taught me over a period of 30 years, until I was age 39. He stopped once he realized that I knew and fully understood what he had been trying to drum into my often thick skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is one form of power. But what is more powerful is financial education. Money comes and goes, but if you have the education about how money works, you gain power over it and can begin building wealth. The reason positive thinking alone does not work is because most people went to school and never learned how money works, so they spend their lives working for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was only 9 years old when I started, the lessons my rich dad taught me were simple. And when it was all said and done, there were only six main lessons, repeated over 30 years. This book is about those six lessons, put as simply as possible as my rich dad put forth those lessons to me. The lessons are not meant to be answers by guideposts. Guideposts that will assist you and your children to grow wealthier no matter what happens in a world of increasing change and uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Ri7jFueDurI/AAAAAAAAACc/pvClYJpBZgA/s1600-h/prod_detail_E113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Ri7jFueDurI/AAAAAAAAACc/pvClYJpBZgA/s400/prod_detail_E113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057229119096601266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(for more information, visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.richdad.com/"&gt;Rich Dad's Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; hfdh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I haven't read the book yet, but I find it really informative, helpful, and useful! I learned about this book at &lt;a href="http://www.pinoymoneytalk.com/forum/index.php"&gt;Pinoys Making Money Together Forum&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/872024549140804707-8102503837011116124?l=wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/feeds/8102503837011116124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=872024549140804707&amp;postID=8102503837011116124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/8102503837011116124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/8102503837011116124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/2007/04/rich-dad-poor-dad.html' title='Rich Dad, Poor Dad'/><author><name>Miss G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092025077270204372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/TVC1dhfSkbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/22yH4wWj2hI/s220/butterfly-revised-smaller-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Ri7jdueDusI/AAAAAAAAACk/GCOErJK_NP0/s72-c/kiyosaki_video_link.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872024549140804707.post-195788630282366041</id><published>2007-04-08T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T12:44:47.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Saving Grace</title><content type='html'>Last week during the Lenten Season, I did some personal reflections about my life. I pondered about the things that changed in my life a year after. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Because every year I always consider Palm Sunday, as my own '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Personal Resurrection&lt;/span&gt;.' Resurrection from what, you may ask. I don't know either.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I realized how greatly I was blessed this year. A lot of things happened in my life this year, things I never imagined would happen. Hence, I would like to start &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my year&lt;/span&gt; off with a 'Thanksgiving Journal.' A great idea of showing your gratitude to Him that I learned from the Oprah Show years ago. And I'd like to make note of some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm grateful because now, I can buy some of the things that I want. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(These things may not be really expensive, but hey,  at least I can buy them.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm grateful because I was able to perform well in front of a two hundred people in Clark Air Base in Pampanga last December 2006. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(What made it more hard was the fact, that I solely hosted the "Deal Or No Deal" portion in the program. If you're a comedy bar host, you'd know that that would be really exhausting.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm grateful because I did a hosting job in Baguio for a month. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(After merely staying in our house for almost a year, being there was fun and exciting. I had new friends, too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm grateful because I had my own blog site! A place where I can put down--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or type down, actually!&lt;/span&gt;--my thoughts in words and share it to the rest of the world! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This is it, silly you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. I'm grateful because I got to frame one of my 5 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;artworks&lt;/span&gt; that I posted in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm grateful because I had a new phone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(It may not be what I wanted, but at least, it's a new phone. Not bad, right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm grateful because my birthday party last February was fun! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Although some unexpected things happened.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8. I'm grateful because I found  new 'cyber friends' at The Lambs Consortium forum in Philippine Mariah Carey Fanclub website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm grateful because my Mariah Carey CD Collection is almost complete! It's fourteen CDs all in all, two more CDs and it's 'coolness'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm grateful because you're reading this! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With the way our world is going, isn't it great ending your day with a Thanksgiving Journal like this one? It creates a blissful feeling inside, thus, I encourage everyone to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another way of ending our day right, despite every adversities we all endure, despite the sufferings and atrocities the world is going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's high time to give back to our Saviour all the praises and glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-mplayer2" src="http://h1.ripway.com/babydollmissg02/ipray.mp3" autostart="true" loop="true" height="50" width="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/872024549140804707-195788630282366041?l=wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/feeds/195788630282366041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=872024549140804707&amp;postID=195788630282366041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/195788630282366041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/195788630282366041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/2007/04/thanks.html' title='My Saving Grace'/><author><name>Miss G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092025077270204372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/TVC1dhfSkbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/22yH4wWj2hI/s220/butterfly-revised-smaller-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872024549140804707.post-3938594619881510242</id><published>2007-04-04T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T13:01:12.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 90's Lounge</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://odeo.com/flash/odeo_podcast_player.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="podcast_player_fullsize" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" flashvars="type=channel&amp;player_id=d41d8cd98f00b204e9800998ecf8427e&amp;amp;id=360233&amp;play_first=11009443&amp;amp;auto_play=true&amp;color1=16724889&amp;amp;color2=13382553&amp;color3=16751052&amp;amp;color4=16777215&amp;color5=13369497&amp;amp;color6=13369497" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="400" width="178"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my favorite songs of the moment. Songs from the early 1990's up to the early 2000's. Evidently, I'm missing the music of the 90's alot!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just hit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'play&lt;/span&gt;' and let me take you back in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note: If you don't see podCast icon above, you have to download &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.adobe.com/products/flashplayer/"&gt;Macromedia Flash Player from Adobe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, to listen to these songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/872024549140804707-3938594619881510242?l=wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3938594619881510242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=872024549140804707&amp;postID=3938594619881510242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/3938594619881510242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/3938594619881510242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/2007/03/divas-lounge.html' title='The 90&apos;s Lounge'/><author><name>Miss G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092025077270204372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/TVC1dhfSkbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/22yH4wWj2hI/s220/butterfly-revised-smaller-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872024549140804707.post-7003481765522803082</id><published>2007-04-03T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T13:04:51.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;"Chance makes our relatives, but choice makes our friends." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Jacques Delille (1738-1813), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;a French poet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;FRIEND. What is a friend? Webster says, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;one attached to another by affection or esteem." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="cald-definition"&gt;Well, yes, it's true. But, how does one find a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are not to be not found, they are 'stumbled upon.' We don't literally look for them, we  crossed paths with them--or as I put it--we stumble upon them . Due to constant meetings and conversations, we eventually became friends with these people. And by this, we began to treasure them and treat them as if they were part of our own family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that I met in a party, in work, in school, in almost everywhere! Friends whom I still have contact with after 15 years. Friends who stayed with me during my happiest and darkest moments. Friends whom God knows where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lots of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://h1.ripway.com/babydollmissg/Wallpaper02_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://h1.ripway.com/babydollmissg/Wallpaper02_1024x768.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, I thought I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I realized that some of this so-called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; are just casual friends. Friends who enjoyed my company because of certain circumstances. Friends who stayed with me because they needed someone to talk to but never lend an ear when I needed one. Friends whom you thought we're the real ones only to learn that they are just using you for personal advantage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's a very hurting fact, but, yeah, it's true. With different kinds of friends I mingle with, I often feel it. It's disheartening because you treasure them, but they think otherwise. I thought I had a hundred, but I realized I only had a handful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;One of the reasons, I think, is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;conceitedness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;--and that's what ruined it all. The years of friendship were ruined by this 'bleak' word. Why should we feel intimidated by the presence of others? People say "The more, The merrier." Yes, it's true. But, what happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We all have flaws. We all have our share of mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Two people can be really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;tight-close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; but they can also have different standpoints, different principles in life, but they're still comfortable with each other's company because they don't let that differences alter their friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If only people can be matured enough to accept and admit their fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't want this to end this way or--worst--even end at all.  I want this to nurture and flourish forever. But I can't do it myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Maybe a long talk over a cup of coffee will save this friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Or maybe, friends really come and go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed  type="application/x-mplayer2" src= "http://h1.ripway.com/babydollmissg02/count.mp3" autostart="true" loop="false" height="50" width="175"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/872024549140804707-7003481765522803082?l=wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/feeds/7003481765522803082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=872024549140804707&amp;postID=7003481765522803082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/7003481765522803082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/7003481765522803082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/2007/04/chance-makes-our-relatives-but-choice.html' title='Exhale'/><author><name>Miss G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092025077270204372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/TVC1dhfSkbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/22yH4wWj2hI/s220/butterfly-revised-smaller-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872024549140804707.post-7163999717072014861</id><published>2007-03-30T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T02:15:07.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Pretty.. Pretty Ugly..(Pure Imagination Mix)</title><content type='html'>Let me quote this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;You can buy your hair if it won't grow&lt;br /&gt;You can fix your nose if he says so&lt;br /&gt;You can buy all the make up&lt;br /&gt;That M.A.C. can make&lt;br /&gt;But if you can't look inside you&lt;br /&gt;Find out who am I to0&lt;br /&gt;Be in the position to make me feel&lt;br /&gt;So damn unpretty&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you feel unpretty too..."&lt;br /&gt;--Unpretty, TLC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one of us wants to be beautiful. People, in general, always admire--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if not envy&lt;/span&gt;--those celebrities who have flawless skin, beautiful hair, unblemished face, perfect body, etc. Others would even seek for the assistance of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Dr. Anesthesia-slash-Collagen-slash-et al'&lt;/span&gt; and ask him to make a total overhaul of their selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, for instance, want to be 'diva-beautiful.' I like Mariah Carey's Legs, Beyonce Knowles' body and Paris Hilton's face. But, my wallet wouldn't let me see Dr. Anesthesia. Hmp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even dream of seeing myself in larger than life billboards, in CD covers, in magazines, in posters, everywhere! But, hey, I'm just Miss G.. A star waiting to be discovered. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since in the past 27 years of my life, these talent managers haven't seen me yet. I created a world of my own. A world where every 'humanoids' loves, abhors&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--I mean--&lt;/span&gt;adores and fantasizes no one but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna see my beautiful world? Come. Be my guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rgyje-4TVAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KnhSf-ofK1M/s1600-h/Sexy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rgyje-4TVAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KnhSf-ofK1M/s320/Sexy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047589035046032386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your world, you have a geek-looking Monalisa, which almost half of the earthlings adore. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(And I don't even understand why)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/RgyUXO4TU1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/a0b_MuhVI8g/s1600-h/300px-Mona_Lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/RgyUXO4TU1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/a0b_MuhVI8g/s320/300px-Mona_Lisa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047572409227629394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in my world, I have this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/RgyVhO4TU2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Mq2j-NWi3H0/s1600-h/Monamissg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/RgyVhO4TU2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Mq2j-NWi3H0/s320/Monamissg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047573680537949026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;MonaMissG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Gosh! I don't look like a geek, for sure, but I look funny! Hahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have Carmen Electra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/RgyX9e4TU3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/WW4Si71OVEY/s1600-h/carmen_electra1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/RgyX9e4TU3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/WW4Si71OVEY/s320/carmen_electra1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047576364892509042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Carmella Erectra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/RgyYrO4TU4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ykfcjkjmR64/s1600-h/Carmen+Electra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/RgyYrO4TU4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ykfcjkjmR64/s400/Carmen+Electra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047577150871524226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said, Janet Jackson? This one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/RgyhHe4TU9I/AAAAAAAAABM/6TrU_SusN4s/s1600-h/3Janet-Jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/RgyhHe4TU9I/AAAAAAAAABM/6TrU_SusN4s/s320/3Janet-Jackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047586432295850962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, What about this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rgyhhe4TU_I/AAAAAAAAABc/1T1OEyPkNxA/s1600-h/Janet+J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rgyhhe4TU_I/AAAAAAAAABc/1T1OEyPkNxA/s400/Janet+J.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047586878972449778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce Knowles starred in Dreamgirls, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/RgyeSe4TU6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/52KJfyPT-lI/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/RgyeSe4TU6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/52KJfyPT-lI/s320/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047583322739528610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I starred in my own movie too, DreamWorks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rgyeue4TU7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/qlcJKT4Ngao/s1600-h/dream2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rgyeue4TU7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/qlcJKT4Ngao/s400/dream2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047583803775865778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, you have Mariah Carey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rgyj6-4TVCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GOEd40XJvL0/s1600-h/breakdown.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rgyj6-4TVCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GOEd40XJvL0/s400/breakdown.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047589516082369570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what? I have this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rgyjt-4TVBI/AAAAAAAAABs/DtMW-byi44o/s1600-h/Glitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rgyjt-4TVBI/AAAAAAAAABs/DtMW-byi44o/s400/Glitter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047589292744070162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want more? Here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/RgygC-4TU8I/AAAAAAAAABE/W07KE1Gjl9k/s1600-h/bg16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/RgygC-4TU8I/AAAAAAAAABE/W07KE1Gjl9k/s400/bg16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047585255474811842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://h1.ripway.com/babydollmissg/album1-pirated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://h1.ripway.com/babydollmissg/album1-pirated.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, sorry! Not that one! Here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://h1.ripway.com/babydollmissg/album1-diamond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://h1.ripway.com/babydollmissg/album1-diamond.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I tell you we really are that close? Here, take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://h1.ripway.com/babydollmissg31/party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://h1.ripway.com/babydollmissg31/party.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Taken during Puff's birthday! Gosh, she even copied my ensemble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I told you we're close:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rgykpu4TVDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-7bWC3z2s_U/s1600-h/blog-siggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rgykpu4TVDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-7bWC3z2s_U/s400/blog-siggy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047590319241253938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at her hands! She's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;______&lt;/span&gt; me! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thank you for visiting my crazy little world! Come again sometime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/872024549140804707-7163999717072014861?l=wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/feeds/7163999717072014861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=872024549140804707&amp;postID=7163999717072014861&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/7163999717072014861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/7163999717072014861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-pretty-pretty-ugly.html' title='I&apos;m Pretty.. Pretty Ugly..(Pure Imagination Mix)'/><author><name>Miss G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092025077270204372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/TVC1dhfSkbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/22yH4wWj2hI/s220/butterfly-revised-smaller-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9nun0uA08jk/Rgyje-4TVAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KnhSf-ofK1M/s72-c/Sexy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872024549140804707.post-5763274383375767731</id><published>2007-03-29T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T19:06:09.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have All The Cowboys Gone (Updated)</title><content type='html'>Joyful.&lt;br /&gt;Disheartening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two adjectives that aptly describes how my high school life were like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyful, because I made a lot of friends from 1986 till 1996. Friends whom I grew up with and learn to treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disheartening, because I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;forced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; to leave my Alma Mater in the mid of 1996. I was actually kicked out because of successive tardiness and absences, which is quite plausible, because I'm residing in Cavite and my school was in Pasig. But things got out of hand, and before I knew it, I was kicked out. Whew! Life sometimes sucks, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, two days ago, my friend--Ana--visited me at home. After updating ourselves with our own boring lives, we talked about our favorite high school 'moments' and the whereabouts of our former classmates. Soon, we were rummaging &lt;a href="http://friendster.com/"&gt;Friendster.com&lt;/a&gt;'s members files with high hopes of finding our former classmates. The search was really exhausting and tedious but worth the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's what we found out: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Click the link to see their Friendster account)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/jode26"&gt;Ma. Christine Denise Cristobal&lt;/a&gt; - is now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Denise Agustin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and working as an animator, chef and designer at Thad Designs--a multi-purpose beading accessories. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I wonder what does she meant by 'multi-purpose'? Hmm, maybe at Thad Designs your beaded necklace can also be a rosary, or your beaded earrings can be used as a satellite. Hahaha, just kidding!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/3192724"&gt;Joycelyn Gabiaso&lt;/a&gt; - is now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Joy Agustin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Maybe they share the same husband! Hahaha..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Joy is now working at GMA-7 as a network satellite dish. Kidding aside, she's working at GMA-7's News and Public Affairs as a media practitioner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;mm, another Jessica Soho in the making?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/eloikel"&gt;Eloisa Pulmares&lt;/a&gt; - is now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Eloi Minorete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. She was married to &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/18478574"&gt;Kenneth Minorete&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; (our former classmate too!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and now has three adorable kids. She's working as a manager at Ying-Ming Int. Corp., boutique owner of GEP Garments Manufacturing and a dog breeder. Quite a handful of jobs, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/36315437"&gt;Michelle Ann Vicencio&lt;/a&gt; - is also married, with two kids and working as a Diyosa at a Secret Company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(That's what she said in her profile... Hehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/24912298"&gt;Myla Sibayan&lt;/a&gt; - is now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Myles Angeles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, married, working at Global/World Accounts Team NNR USA as a Western Region Global Accounts Assistant, and resides at San Francisco, CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/31915927"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Supan&lt;/a&gt; - is now working as an encoder at MTX Therapy Services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/35255751"&gt;Rochelle Supan&lt;/a&gt; - is still single. That's all.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/11398404"&gt;Rommel Luna&lt;/a&gt; - is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;according to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, still cute. He is now a businessman, bar owner, f &amp; b director. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(I wonder what F&amp;B stands for..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He is also affiliated with Powershift Corporation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/26357020"&gt;Edward Lorenzo&lt;/a&gt; - is now managing his own business and still single. That's all.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/5655838"&gt;Frederick Gonzales&lt;/a&gt; - is now a lady. He/She/It stands 5'8" with vital statistics 32-26-29 and oftentimes 34, depending if he/she/it wears padding around him/her/its hips. He/ She/It weighs 130 lbs. He/She/It spends him/her/its time chatting, surfing the net and viewing nude men at &lt;a href="http://xtube.com/"&gt;Xtube&lt;/a&gt;. Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/marzhmaloe"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyril Delos Reyes&lt;/a&gt; - also known as 'Marzhmaloe' at Friendster. As of the moment, she restricted her profile from public viewing. Ang tarush! Hahaha.. That's all.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/10688616"&gt;Jeremy Jazul&lt;/a&gt; - is now married with three kids and working as an account executive. He is also a happy man, according to him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/jermaine1979"&gt;Jermaine Cruz&lt;/a&gt; - is still single and was a former member of E-7--a band, group, I don't know. He is now a freelance vocalist, according to him too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/22013855"&gt;Richard Avelino&lt;/a&gt; - is still single (Kinda hard to believe, huh? Hahaha..) and works as a seaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/9490392"&gt;Alvin Pisig&lt;/a&gt; - is now married and works as a Spiritual Advisor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;oops I mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, Service Advisor at Subaru - Motor Image Pilipinas Inc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/10779910"&gt;Regelyn Dizon&lt;/a&gt; - works at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Townsville Hockey Association in Australia as an Office Chair, hahaha, seriously, as an Office Assistant. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/3915046"&gt;Maricel Vergara&lt;/a&gt; - is now working as a Physiotherapist at Birmingham, West Midlands, UK.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/8519196"&gt;Michael Figueras&lt;/a&gt; - last log-in was two weeks ago. That's all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/5791763"&gt;Ana Sheryl Salangsang&lt;/a&gt; - is still single and working at ICT Group Marketing Services, Inc.  as Customer Care Associate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/27675457"&gt;Christian Rodriguez&lt;/a&gt; - is still a Virgo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/9127921"&gt;Aileen Pamintuan&lt;/a&gt; - is still a girl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/47326263"&gt;Gladys Medina&lt;/a&gt; - is now Gladys Pentecostes. She is working at Taco Bell Restaurant in Kuwait as a Shift Manager and will come home later this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl Salabatino - (no friendster account) is still in Japan. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/missg31"&gt;moi&lt;/a&gt;? I'm into comedy bar hosting for the past 5 years. I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Artworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--a media publishing shop and a small retail store for business. I'm also into events coordination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Giovani Miniano was burned into ashes years ago, so please, just call me 'Miss G'.. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, me and Ana are planning to have our reunion, if you know where to contact our other classmates, please  drop me an email at babydollmissg@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://h1.ripway.com/babydollmissg31/batch96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px;" src="http://h1.ripway.com/babydollmissg31/batch96.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Click the picture to see in full view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/872024549140804707-5763274383375767731?l=wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5763274383375767731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=872024549140804707&amp;postID=5763274383375767731&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/5763274383375767731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/5763274383375767731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/2007/03/where-have-all-cowboys-gone.html' title='Where Have All The Cowboys Gone (Updated)'/><author><name>Miss G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092025077270204372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/TVC1dhfSkbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/22yH4wWj2hI/s220/butterfly-revised-smaller-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872024549140804707.post-5617190384507466228</id><published>2007-03-29T03:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T03:03:44.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Things Part I</title><content type='html'>First on my list is: My top 3 Favorite Janet Jackson Videos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#3- I Get Lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZKLj1msCx80" width="321" height="244" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The promotional music video for "I Get Lonely" was directed by Paul Hunter and released in March 1998. There are two versions of this video; one for the original song and one for the BLACKstreet remix. The original video is available on the DVD, From Janet to Damita Jo: The Videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1998 Jackson performed this song on The Rosie O'Donnell Show and Soul Train. It was also included in concerts on Jackson's worldwide Velvet Rope tour, using the same choreography as in the music video. Though it was one of the more popular songs on the Velvet Rope tour, Jackson has not performed "I Get Lonely" live since that tour ended. (from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2- You Want This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DLwBhvFuUIg" width="321" height="244" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video was directed by Keir McFarlane. It starts with Jackson and friends sitting around a motel room talking. They decide to pack up their things and leave. While putting the bags in the cars, Jackson and her friends see two men getting dropped off at the motel. The girls line up in a row and Jackson performs the song to the men. After performing the song till the second verse, Jackson and her friends get into their cars and drive off. The girls drive down the road in their three cars. They decide to go back to the men, so they turn the cars and go. Jackson and her friends see the men walking down the side of the road and they decide to chase the men into the desert. In the desert, the girls in their cars circle the men and MC Lyte performs her rap verse, then Jackson and her friends get out the cars and perform a naughty dance routine for the men. Jackson and friends hop back into their cars and driving with Jackson leaving a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black and white version of the video is available on the VHS janet. The colored version is available on the bonus DVD packaged with the special edition of Jackson's All For You album. (from Wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#1 - IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m6bm9OFpgRU" width="321" height="244" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video, directed by Dominic Sena challenged notions of culture and sexuality in a highly stylised and imaginative presentation. Set in Japan, in an indeterminate future, Mixing ancient cultural references with cutting edge technology. The idea of voyeurism seems to be central to the many themes woven in and out. We see the patrons in their many guises from androgynous lesbians with painted mustaches, high class prostitutes and glamorous punks. In the middle of the main floor, Janet bursts onto the stage through bright red flowing fabrics to join her ensemble dancers who entertain the Japanese crowd with intricate dance routines and highly sexualized movements and lyrics involving Janet seducing an onlooker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the video, different sub-plots unfold, including the brothel rooms throughout the club in which various couplings of poly-sexual persuasions, view each other through a network of web cams and monitors. This takes us to the end of the video which shows Janet's chosen target who is also viewing her through a screen being seduced and telling him about her wildest sexual fantasies. The climax confirms the idea of fantasy rather than fulfillment with the lyric "If I was your woman, the things I'd do to you....but I'm not".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To summarize, the narrative is a representation of a totally internal world in which fantasy and reality have no barriers. Janet celebrates the imagination as a tool for sexual adventure yet remains purely at a distance exploring the power suggestion and titillation. The video is very fast paced, blink and you will miss 90% of the real content almost like a video peepshow. Watch the video a few times in order to fully absorb the implications of ones woman's erotic journey. (from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; again)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/872024549140804707-5617190384507466228?l=wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5617190384507466228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=872024549140804707&amp;postID=5617190384507466228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/5617190384507466228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/5617190384507466228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-favorite-things-part-i.html' title='My Favorite Things Part I'/><author><name>Miss G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092025077270204372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/TVC1dhfSkbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/22yH4wWj2hI/s220/butterfly-revised-smaller-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872024549140804707.post-4141443861033056470</id><published>2007-03-29T03:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T03:01:47.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Diva's Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CFXVZI3-Ww8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CFXVZI3-Ww8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slide show I created for my birthday last February 3. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/872024549140804707-4141443861033056470?l=wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/feeds/4141443861033056470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=872024549140804707&amp;postID=4141443861033056470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/4141443861033056470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/4141443861033056470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/2007/03/divas-story.html' title='A Diva&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Miss G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092025077270204372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/TVC1dhfSkbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/22yH4wWj2hI/s220/butterfly-revised-smaller-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872024549140804707.post-2088164364763023840</id><published>2007-03-29T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T03:01:19.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commercial Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://h1.ripway.com/babydollmissg31/pantene-enh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://h1.ripway.com/babydollmissg31/pantene-enh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss G, Bubbles, Chosday and Diwata joined forces in endorsing the New Pantene Shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img11.ownskin.com/powertheme/big/1/5u1Z5r2N.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img11.ownskin.com/powertheme/big/1/5u1Z5r2N.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and this is the current theme of my phone. Sassy, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/872024549140804707-2088164364763023840?l=wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/feeds/2088164364763023840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=872024549140804707&amp;postID=2088164364763023840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/2088164364763023840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/2088164364763023840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/2007/03/commercial-success.html' title='Commercial Success'/><author><name>Miss G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092025077270204372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/TVC1dhfSkbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/22yH4wWj2hI/s220/butterfly-revised-smaller-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872024549140804707.post-25759406147610112</id><published>2007-03-29T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T02:11:01.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F R I E N D S</title><content type='html'>One of the many things that made my trip to Baguio memorable was when I met three of the craziest hosts ever! Our adventure was the best I've ever done in my entire life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diwata, Chosday and Bubbles made my stay worthwhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_REkkrgmszmI/RfUdiX2eFXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ahH8ZnzWCes/s1600-h/DIVAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_REkkrgmszmI/RfUdiX2eFXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ahH8ZnzWCes/s400/DIVAS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040967834266375538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diwata&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eh Eh Eh&lt;/span&gt; - is the most appealing in the group. She had 2 boyfriends. One is Robbie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I've seen his picture and OMG! He's so good-looking!). &lt;/span&gt;They're going steady for 11 years now. And the other is Daniel, who is her boyfriend for 4 months now. Daniel gave her a house and monthly allowance! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Hard to believe but it's true! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Tangna'ng mukha yan, ang bagsik noh?! Hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chosday&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ber Ber&lt;/span&gt; - is the craziest among us. She has no steady boyfriend as of the moment but has numerous flings everywhere. She has four in Olongapo, two in Baguio, six in Bulacan and 5,458,224,316,964 everywhere! Hehehe.. Just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bubbles&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dilemma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(please don't ask me why.) &lt;/span&gt;- is most lovely in the group. Do you wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ladies and gentlemen before I answer that question, I would like you to know that this half-girl/half-mammal had undergone three mechanic-overhaul and was injected with 4 gallons of female hormones in the past year. Ladies and gentlemen, the answer: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PIONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Here is our:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Top 5 Favorite Things"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Guy-hopping in Session Road-slash-Burnham Park &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ber Ber!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Buying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;budget meal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;men&lt;/span&gt;" at Chowking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Drinking Grand Mama &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;(in our apartment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Making video scandals &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;(also in our apartment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Shouting "D'4th Comedy Bar!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/872024549140804707-25759406147610112?l=wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/feeds/25759406147610112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=872024549140804707&amp;postID=25759406147610112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/25759406147610112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/25759406147610112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/2007/03/f-r-i-e-n-d-s.html' title='F R I E N D S'/><author><name>Miss G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092025077270204372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/TVC1dhfSkbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/22yH4wWj2hI/s220/butterfly-revised-smaller-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_REkkrgmszmI/RfUdiX2eFXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ahH8ZnzWCes/s72-c/DIVAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872024549140804707.post-1877296033728904582</id><published>2007-03-29T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T02:59:31.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Hill feat. Sadako</title><content type='html'>For some reasons I can't explain, the apartment &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(located at Leonila Hill Road 2) &lt;/span&gt;made us feel uneasy and scared. It's as if someone's staring at you specially when you're alone. I just shrugged the thought of it, and made myself comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After resting for a couple of hours, we made ourselves ready for our first show. I took some pictures of myself in our room and then left for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the show, my co-host--Cookie--borrowed my phone. After a couple of minutes, she approached me and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nakita mo na 'to?" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Have you seen this already?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at it and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_REkkrgmszmI/RfUW532eFWI/AAAAAAAAACw/hsXK-K__75o/s1600-h/Image%2818%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_REkkrgmszmI/RfUW532eFWI/AAAAAAAAACw/hsXK-K__75o/s400/Image%2818%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040960541411906914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ghost appeared behind me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary! An apparition at 5:00 pm. Early bird, huh?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/872024549140804707-1877296033728904582?l=wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/feeds/1877296033728904582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=872024549140804707&amp;postID=1877296033728904582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/1877296033728904582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/1877296033728904582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/2007/03/silent-hill-feat-sadako.html' title='Silent Hill feat. Sadako'/><author><name>Miss G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092025077270204372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/TVC1dhfSkbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/22yH4wWj2hI/s220/butterfly-revised-smaller-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_REkkrgmszmI/RfUW532eFWI/AAAAAAAAACw/hsXK-K__75o/s72-c/Image%2818%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872024549140804707.post-335640758834514639</id><published>2007-03-29T02:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T02:54:49.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baguio Escapade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_REkkrgmszmI/ReeillBR4lI/AAAAAAAAAAo/M9yOmPbndjs/s1600-h/Imahe%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_REkkrgmszmI/ReeillBR4lI/AAAAAAAAAAo/M9yOmPbndjs/s320/Imahe%28007%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037173474713526866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, together with my friend Xena and his boyfriend Jonas, left Manila on February 13 at exactly 4:00am riding a Victory Liner bus. Before we got in, we bought snacks and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siopao&lt;/span&gt; to munch on the trip. Unfortunately, the saleswoman forgot to give me my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siopao&lt;/span&gt;. (huhuhu..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while on the road, I listened to some of my favorite songs to keep me awake because I wanna see how nature will unfold itself upon me as the first ray of sunlight appears. I had my first glimpse of nature at around 6:34 am in Tarlac. The view was breathtaking, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing some beautiful parts of Tarlac, I finally dozed off to sleep and were awaken by the beauty of Baguio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_REkkrgmszmI/Reejl1BR4nI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nKaipmpcJ_s/s1600-h/Imahe%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_REkkrgmszmI/Reejl1BR4nI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nKaipmpcJ_s/s320/Imahe%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037174578520121970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_REkkrgmszmI/ReerK1BR4pI/AAAAAAAAABI/ye2CGsO-UjQ/s1600-h/Imahe%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_REkkrgmszmI/ReerK1BR4pI/AAAAAAAAABI/ye2CGsO-UjQ/s320/Imahe%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037182910756676242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_REkkrgmszmI/ReerKlBR4oI/AAAAAAAAABA/0916iGjNcQA/s1600-h/Imahe%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_REkkrgmszmI/ReerKlBR4oI/AAAAAAAAABA/0916iGjNcQA/s320/Imahe%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037182906461708930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_REkkrgmszmI/ReerK1BR4qI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kv5k9U9din8/s1600-h/Imahe%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_REkkrgmszmI/ReerK1BR4qI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kv5k9U9din8/s320/Imahe%28008%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037182910756676258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we reached the bus terminal, we were ushered to the taxi terminal that were waiting for passengers. Several coordinators lined up in the waiting shed nearby offering various types of accommodations. We eventually hailed a taxi parked nearby and went to our apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's a different story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/872024549140804707-335640758834514639?l=wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/feeds/335640758834514639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=872024549140804707&amp;postID=335640758834514639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/335640758834514639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/872024549140804707/posts/default/335640758834514639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiredtwisteddiva.blogspot.com/2007/03/baguio-escapade.html' title='Baguio Escapade'/><author><name>Miss G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16092025077270204372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nun0uA08jk/TVC1dhfSkbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/22yH4wWj2hI/s220/butterfly-revised-smaller-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_REkkrgmszmI/ReeillBR4lI/AAAAAAAAAAo/M9yOmPbndjs/s72-c/Imahe%28007%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-872024549140804707.post-7148497614599109466</id><published>2007-03-28T07:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T18:58:49.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi! 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