<?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-7059088</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:33:34.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>be inspired... :)</title><subtitle type='html'>a tragic comedy... a comic tragedy :D</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dinoram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267637800207857970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/00/94/2074900/471443907042l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059088.post-109738999581835311</id><published>2004-10-09T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T23:33:15.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>attack of the harmless black ants</title><content type='html'>so many ants in front of me right now. ick. thank god they're the kind black ants, and not the vicious red ones. it's not that bad, but still, their presence annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother and i watched the concert of &lt;a href="http://www.aliciakeys.com/" target="_blank"&gt;alicia keys&lt;/a&gt; last night. we only found out we were watching at the last minute, that's why it was kinda surreal, especially when she first appeared to us. i had goosebumps all over. she's sooo aliw. her rapport with the audience was fantastic. :) a wish come true for my brother who desperately wanted to watch that event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on other stories... angel is nanny-less. being nannyless at his super-likot stage isn't really my idea of fun, but nonetheless, i guess it only means having more QT with angel.... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then... what now? i have a couple of major projects due this week and it's time to get started on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059088-109738999581835311?l=burberrified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/feeds/109738999581835311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059088&amp;postID=109738999581835311' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/109738999581835311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/109738999581835311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/2004/10/attack-of-harmless-black-ants.html' title='attack of the harmless black ants'/><author><name>dinoram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267637800207857970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/00/94/2074900/471443907042l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059088.post-109589581379217354</id><published>2004-09-22T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T16:30:13.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+++ the twiligt zone +++</title><content type='html'>+++ wha? +++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies so fast. imagine this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- it feels only yesterday i had my braces adjusted for the month of august, but now i'm in pain because i had my adjustment for this month a few hours ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- it feels only yesterday when i first saw angel, yet today, he turns nine months... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- it feels only yesterday i had been blogging and ranting about my first day in school, yet yesterday, it was my first day again... but this time, into the second trim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just sharing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change of topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go out of town again. on friday night na!!! before things become toxic again. this time, some place farther, like baguio or amanpulo (dream on...) maybe.  once glance at my new sched is enough to leave one saying 'e kelan ka pa matutulog niyan?' ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nursing school ain't that bad... yet.  i mean, as of now, i understand the lessons, my performance on my practicals are good... sure, coz it's still happening within the school...  but i wonder if it'll remain that way, once the hospital setting kicks in? which is not too far away, i heard... (january). i hope so. nowadays, you ain't got nothing to lose by hoping for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero the whole idea seems exciting, no matter how toxic they make it sound... this career-change for me, it's major kasi. and i've been rejected lotsa times by different people (employers, friends, potential bfs..lol) because of my previous career, and as mean as it may sound, it's true. &lt;i&gt;wala daw kasing kwenta&lt;/i&gt; yung ginagawa ko for a living before... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean i know i don't have to please anyone, but with angel and all in tow, you'd realize they're right. there is no friggin way i could give angel a fluorescent bright future without a career change, because with my old jobs, i could barely support myself, regardless of what currency i was earning then. my salary was just right for one person, enough to pay the rent and bills, and buy me food. if i had a car, there would be none more left for extras like clothes (winterwear!!! it gets friggin cold...), or the basics like shampoo, etc. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for my sentiments... good day y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059088-109589581379217354?l=burberrified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/feeds/109589581379217354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059088&amp;postID=109589581379217354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/109589581379217354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/109589581379217354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/2004/09/twiligt-zone.html' title='+++ the twiligt zone +++'/><author><name>dinoram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267637800207857970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/00/94/2074900/471443907042l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059088.post-109565086557071432</id><published>2004-09-19T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T20:27:45.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wah</title><content type='html'>+++ huwaaaaaaaaaaaah +++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to rant that... my system is unable to handle the SIMS 2, which came out recently, because i could not meet the system requirements... my machine only has 128MB SDRAM. waaaaaaah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059088-109565086557071432?l=burberrified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/feeds/109565086557071432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059088&amp;postID=109565086557071432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/109565086557071432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/109565086557071432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/2004/09/wah.html' title='wah'/><author><name>dinoram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267637800207857970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/00/94/2074900/471443907042l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059088.post-109563590203064543</id><published>2004-09-19T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T16:18:22.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>online portfolio of wyeth mendoza</title><content type='html'>+++ wyeth mendoza: the master at work +++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look everyone!  it's my &lt;a href="http://www.wyethmendoza.com/" target="_blank"&gt;mentor&lt;/a&gt; at work, once again.  this person has taught me a lot of work-related, must-know-or-else-disappear-from-the-face-of-the-planet stuff...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his ideas are sooo out-of-the-box.  hay. sana ako din maging as good as he is.  he never fails to impress me with his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059088-109563590203064543?l=burberrified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/feeds/109563590203064543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059088&amp;postID=109563590203064543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/109563590203064543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/109563590203064543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/2004/09/online-portfolio-of-wyeth-mendoza.html' title='online portfolio of wyeth mendoza'/><author><name>dinoram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267637800207857970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/00/94/2074900/471443907042l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059088.post-109556555819963415</id><published>2004-09-18T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T15:08:47.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+++ the so-called sem break +++</title><content type='html'>+++ the so-called sem-break +++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who would've thought the last few days of this week-long sem-break would turn out to be the craziest??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the madness began on thursday evening, when we took that trip to tagaytay. pakshet, our crazy adventure-seeking daredevil of a driver takes the canlubang/silangan exit, which one of our classmates would call the Calabarzon, (a junction for about four areas/provinces)... anyway, that so-called road happened to be 'tapunan ng mga pinapatay', 'aswang'-infested, and apparently had a lot of negative energy in it due to the violent history of the place (people were forced off their land by Imelda Marcos, because she wanted to develop the place... or the coffee industry goin on there).. so there. BUT WE DIDN'T KNOW THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;included among the freaky things we encountered when our mad designated driver pursued the "adventurous" path were a stark ghost town, dead-end roads, a narrow, zig-zag road leading directly to an eerie WHITE MANSION w/c was candlelit (actually one candle lang.. wala talagang lights), and which stood in the middle of nowhere, THICK THICK THICK FOG which caused the driver difficulty, despite the fact that he already had his fog lamps turned ON, STEEP CLIFFS, and so much more...! and all these were happening at 8pm in the evening. sooo freakin dark, and among the four of us, only my cell phone had signal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumkinda 'shake rattle and roll' moment talaga for me, and i was praying hard that our vehicle would not break down in front of the freaking MANSION 'coz there would be no way i would be getting down and spending the night in that house. taena! if that had happened, i would've killed the one driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend, sugar, who's usually cool and composed, was panicking and became hysterical at one point when she realized that her window was opened. it wouldn't close because the one driving had locked all the windows, thinking they were all up na. i swear, i'd never thought i'd hear blood-curling shrieks from her, til that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayaw ko na!!!! hehehe i'm never going back there. when we got to tagaytay (by the way, we emerged by the palace in the sky na!), we noticed that the road we took was supposedly 'blocked' because of a sign that was blocking a part of our path. pakshet. bawal pala talaga siyang daanan! haaaay. pahamak talaga yung nag-d-drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday's highlight.. MEGA-BONDING WITH DEO! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, it was meeting up with deo and the girls (e-andie and val) at chocolate kiss in UP... after the hefty merienda, e-andie stayed in UP, we took val home, then deo and i headed to the mall to play bowling (I SUCK AT IN NA!!!!!!!!).... and yes, do some grocery-shopping (for the party we will be having the ff night)!!!! o diba uber-bonding????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally... the class party last night. everyone was drunk except for me and another classmate... even our adviser showed up, and he drank too! actually, nilalasing nila si adviser... but the poor fella had work pa afterwards (yes, he's our teacher during the day, and at night, he works for a call center.. walang tulugan ito diba?????).. actually he was begging to be spared kasi sasagot pa daw siya ng mga calls.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a fun party. camwhore mode nanaman kami. picture-taking the whole night. pot-luck. i brought lasagna. someone brought brownies from becky's kitchen!!!!!!!! i took home the whole box. sorry na lang sila! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later ulit! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059088-109556555819963415?l=burberrified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/feeds/109556555819963415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059088&amp;postID=109556555819963415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/109556555819963415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/109556555819963415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/2004/09/so-called-sem-break.html' title='+++ the so-called sem break +++'/><author><name>dinoram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267637800207857970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/00/94/2074900/471443907042l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059088.post-109530927422478314</id><published>2004-09-15T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T21:34:34.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yawn...</title><content type='html'>+++ the camwhores +++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the funny adventure begins, can i just share that i frikkin passed anatomy and physiology?! i just wanted to let the whole world know because i studied so hard for that subject. it may seem simple to most of you guys, but it ain't to me, having this problem with retaining things in my memory... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after submitting my lab manual at school this morning, the whole clan headed to powerplant mall, to meet up with my tita mina, her friend, and my good friend, &lt;a href="http://aterriblecaseofinsomnia.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;k&lt;/a&gt;.  after having lunch (thanks again k!), angel and missy had their pictures taken in the mall, and the shots came out too adorable for words. ang babata pa lang, ang gagaling na mag-project ha! lalo na si missy.  she is such a camwhore, i swear. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we headed home, only to find that the streets were flooded once again. pakshet diba? good thing medyo high ng konti yung street namin, or else, we wouldn't be able to get off the van... unless we wade in the flood. Leptospirosis, is that you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might go to tagaytay later. i want to go to tagaytay later. please please, i could use a trip away from manila.  anything for a vacation or a trip out of manila.  the city is getting on my nerves for now. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and how about... nag-earthquake kaninang madaling araw? yes! intensity 4... but i was too groggy to care. manitka. hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059088-109530927422478314?l=burberrified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/feeds/109530927422478314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059088&amp;postID=109530927422478314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/109530927422478314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/109530927422478314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/2004/09/yawn.html' title='yawn...'/><author><name>dinoram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267637800207857970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/00/94/2074900/471443907042l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059088.post-109515939228501921</id><published>2004-09-14T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T03:56:32.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahem</title><content type='html'>+++ Not Sooo Sem-breakin +++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-andie and I spent the whole frikkin' day answering the Anatomy Lab Manual Exercises! Watda%#$@?! Definitely not my idea of how to spend the week-long sem-break... but knowing E-Andie, that ain't her cup o' tea either!  Dr. D, our Ana prof, is obviously punishing us.. hehe. What did we do this time? (Okay, okay, not just us... but everyone else in class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow, I have to go back there just to frikkin' submit it.  I've wasted three whole days of the vacation just by going back and forth to my teeny-tiny school. Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, an old classmate found me on &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt;. He added me, sent me a msg, and the message exchanging hasn't stopped since.  That's one of the things I like about that site. You bump and get to talk to people whom you've been wondering about (What has happened to this person, or I wonder what Blahblahblah does for a living now.. yknow).  It feels good to be exchanging hello's with these people once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the ironic thing is... I hate &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt; for the same reason I'm loving it...  You just really find these long-lost people... including 'ghosts' from my past, who show up and send the 'hey do you still remember me' messages! I saw a couple of people who literally gave me goosebumps. What?! Is there no escaping them anymore? I didn't add them. I won't. And I hope they don't add me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my ex's daughter's picture (she's just a bit younger than Angel)... Wala lang.  I called our helper, Aling Fely (who alse knew the EX), and showed it to her. We both agreed that she didn't look like him. Don't get me wrong... the kid is uber-adorable! :) I just don't see HIM in her (I guess that should be good news for the kid? hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howell... later na lang ulit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059088-109515939228501921?l=burberrified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/feeds/109515939228501921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059088&amp;postID=109515939228501921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/109515939228501921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/109515939228501921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/2004/09/ahem.html' title='ahem'/><author><name>dinoram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267637800207857970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/00/94/2074900/471443907042l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059088.post-109498189538453253</id><published>2004-09-12T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T02:38:15.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now What?</title><content type='html'>+++ Where do my titles go? +++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloomy and quiet Sunday afternoon... came home from Lola's house, where I brought home like a HUGE pile of chismis magazines.. heheh because I don't want to be bored to tears here at home. Saw my Tita Chary, who's company I miss so much. She's like, my coolest tita. Cool, very kalog.  I'm so glad I saw her earlier, even if only for a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water Therapy aka Starvation starts tonight. Wish me luck. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059088-109498189538453253?l=burberrified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/feeds/109498189538453253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059088&amp;postID=109498189538453253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/109498189538453253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/109498189538453253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/2004/09/now-what.html' title='Now What?'/><author><name>dinoram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267637800207857970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/00/94/2074900/471443907042l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059088.post-109492365058091264</id><published>2004-09-11T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T10:27:30.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inferiority Complex... is that you?</title><content type='html'>Last day of the first trimester... and at last I can unwind for at least... a week and a half. Wow. Time for bonding with Angel... time for enrolling... time for meeting up with friends... time for catching up on sleep... So many things to do in such a small amount of time. Sigh. Because things will start to get a lot more toxic after this. Groan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came from a night out with my new blockmates, other schoolmates, and our professor in Anatomy.  We went to this KTV bar &amp; grill, and everyone had just let go of whatever was bothering them, and started to unwind... and sing!!!  Eeek...  I had to sing, and make a fool out of myself.  I don't think it was that horrible, but it was definitely weak. Well, that's how I am, that's how I sing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously thinking of taking up voice lessons (and my friend Val's keen on joining me) just so I can be able to sing with a little more confidence.  The only time I just sing my lungs out is whenever I'm left &lt;u&gt;home alone&lt;/u&gt; with Angel.  Yup, just Angel, me, and the Magic Mic... :) (aww poor kid.. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for my Aunts in New Jersey, to go online.  I'm very happy because they were able to get the pair of Nurse's Shoes I had requested.  It arrived in the mail yesterday.  Yipee.  :) :) :)  I saw a student wearing the same pair I had requested, and they really look nice.  E-Andie saw them at a shop in Podium, and according to her, they were so light.  But I'll only get to see it in November... huwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please include me in your prayers. I kinda screwed up my Anatomy exams because I'm too tired to do good on the tests (lab and lec)... Wish I will not... FLUNK! lol (coz I can't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059088-109492365058091264?l=burberrified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/feeds/109492365058091264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059088&amp;postID=109492365058091264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/109492365058091264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/109492365058091264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/2004/09/inferiority-complex-is-that-you.html' title='Inferiority Complex... is that you?'/><author><name>dinoram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267637800207857970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/00/94/2074900/471443907042l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059088.post-109472380418158654</id><published>2004-09-09T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T02:56:44.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost over...</title><content type='html'>The first trime is almost almost over.  We had our third and second to the last exams earlier, and I'm sooo happy to report that I just got about 3 mistakes on the other one.  Cool cool cool. Because I really studied hard for it. :) Yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more exam to go... a week of rest, Jen's party, and into the second trim... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/6!!! Hay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059088-109472380418158654?l=burberrified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/feeds/109472380418158654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059088&amp;postID=109472380418158654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/109472380418158654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/109472380418158654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/2004/09/almost-over.html' title='Almost over...'/><author><name>dinoram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267637800207857970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/00/94/2074900/471443907042l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059088.post-109448694561997127</id><published>2004-09-06T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T09:09:05.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tummy ache</title><content type='html'>+++ tummy ache +++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized just earlier that my titles don't appear no more, eversince i changed my new layout. sigh, well... guess you can't really have it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dilemma, dilemma...  why is life sooo full of these little dilemmas? at present, i think i have a ton of dilemmas right before me. both big and small. both insignificant and significant, yet nonetheless, still a choice that needs to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to name a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 to take the optional long quiz in anatomy on friday, or not? my prof gave a long quiz last saturday, which i passed, of course, but not exactly with flying colors... just satisfactory. pffft!... and he's giving an optional quiz on friday for those who want to make up... among the two quizzes, he records the higher score, and that will be the grade for the class participation. i'm so tempted to take it, and i know i should... but then this week's uber toxic. finals na kasi. ugh... so, i haven't decided...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 should i meet up with patty, a good friend, tomorrow night? i'm sooooo tinatamad, i don't want to go to makati coz i super hate driving there... hay, but i miss her company. can't decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 to have angel circumcized soon, or... wait for a few more years?! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/00/94/2074900/471443907042l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059088.post-109436135687696910</id><published>2004-09-04T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T22:15:56.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i should be studying...</title><content type='html'>but i don't want to.  i want to rest. and make my blog nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choosing this template means having to post smaller images... and scrolling all the way dooooooown.  still deciding if i'm using this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059088-109436135687696910?l=burberrified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/feeds/109436135687696910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059088&amp;postID=109436135687696910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/109436135687696910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/109436135687696910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-should-be-studying.html' title='i should be studying...'/><author><name>dinoram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267637800207857970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/00/94/2074900/471443907042l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059088.post-109435089517862113</id><published>2004-09-04T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T19:24:25.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the new layout inspires me to post...</title><content type='html'>soooo many nice layouts at &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com"&gt;blogskins&lt;/a&gt;.  i really think this blog needs a makeover. until i find the one i like most... i'm settling with this one for now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059088-109435089517862113?l=burberrified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/feeds/109435089517862113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059088&amp;postID=109435089517862113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/109435089517862113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/109435089517862113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/2004/09/new-layout-inspires-me-to-post_04.html' title='the new layout inspires me to post...'/><author><name>dinoram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267637800207857970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/00/94/2074900/471443907042l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059088.post-109075349532921062</id><published>2004-07-25T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T04:07:50.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>geek in da hawz!</title><content type='html'>i've been reading my old old old old blog..  and i just wanted to say... i'm oh-so-glad this blog is tag-board-free.  so many weirdos posting on the tagboard.  fuck.  i don't even know that i'm still reachable, with only a few friends listing me down on their links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havne't posted in a month.  everytime i get the chance to post, the driver arrives, and that means it's time for me to go home.  yep, i'm still without my own workstation...  but hopefully, things will change this month.  i might actually get myself a new computer.  wheeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy week... i met up with old friends within the week, we just had early dinner, saw &lt;i&gt;Imelda&lt;/i&gt;, had dessert at max brenner (to die for yung fondue!!!!!), and finally topped everything off with pizza, tv and a sleepover.  i had so much fun with the girls, i hope i could join them more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, there's school. w/c is getting harder and harder by the minute.  next week there are two long quizzes, submissions for a couple of projects, and a practical exam. HEEEEEEEELP!!!  my classmates are a jolly group, so that kinda helps in making matters less difficult as they're supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my mom's ty-fifth birthday. how golden, yet... how unannounced.  she is too ashamed of being fifty..  oh well, she doesn't look it anyway :)  she could pass for a 37 year old.  and i could pass for a 30 yr old. GRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else is there to post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left about 75% of my clothes in florida, and it feels as if i've nothing more to wear.  i brought home too much of jared's stuff which he outgrew oh so immediately, and some which he never wore because they were unsuitable for tropical weather... i also brought home that darn car seat, which took up the space that should've been for the rest of my clothes i left there.   i was clearly not thinking straight, the night i was packing our stuff... but then again, when did i ever get to thinking straight?  had i done that a couple of years ago, i couldve made a huge difference in my life, yet...  where would angel fit in here in the scheme of things?  i guess things really DO happen for a reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still huge. badminton ain't helping, and since i'm becoming frantic, i'm heading to the gym.  all i've been waiting for was a gym buddy, then my friend [b]andrea[/b] pipes in that she would like to join me in the gym.. soooooo HOORAY!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i super miss ex-roomie (franch).  i miss waking up late, and having breakfast with em (franch &amp; her man)...  i miss watching tv with them, when there's nothing better to do...  i miss shopping with her and comparing our 'best buys'... or i miss just tagging along with them to fry's electronics, best buy, or palm springs, or just wherever. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! what i miss about her the most, is her, being just a phone call away. i know she knows about all the things that push my buttons, what annoys me the most, my super insecurities and hang ups in life... and she tells me hers as well... we love to rant about even the smallest details/ordeals. "aning attack" or "wooozah" as we call those sessions... sigh.  wonder how she's doin?... wonder if i'll ever find another friend like that...  hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i need a cig.... lateroo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059088-109075349532921062?l=burberrified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/feeds/109075349532921062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059088&amp;postID=109075349532921062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/109075349532921062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/109075349532921062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/2004/07/geek-in-da-hawz.html' title='geek in da hawz!'/><author><name>dinoram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267637800207857970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/00/94/2074900/471443907042l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059088.post-108911334801948741</id><published>2004-07-06T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T04:29:08.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haven't been posting that much</title><content type='html'>but i doubt that anyone's been reading anyway... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's new?  it's the week of our preliminary exams.  and everything's been so... bwisit.  my grades slipping down, and that's what i've been frowning about lately.  i will not settle for 'pasang-awa' .  i aim high.  but with annoying jack-a$$ teachers like the new one, who would give us a twenty-item quiz, right after making us sit through 3 hours worth of slide presentations on getting the vital signs...  now that's just evil...  especially for me, being stricken with alzheimer's disease at the young age of 27. flying f!ck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all it's been lately, all about me and the career i'm trying to pursue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as for angel...  he's growing his first tooth.  it's such a biggie event for me, because it feels as if i just gave birth to him yesterday!!!!!!!...  okay.. i'm exaggerating.  no but the thing is,  it happens to be a biggie deal for me, coz he's my first-born... and i love him to bits!  he sits up in a queer way, but on his own...  he crawls a lot, and he loves the bright light and having people surrounding him.   he hates the dark and being left alone (oh my god, something he inherits from mommy!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my fafi's birthday today and we're eating out...  oooh lemme rephrase that, THEY'LL BE EATING OUT...  i'll be watching while they eat..  or probably be sipping on soup. because i can't chew.  my teeth.  pain.  pain.  excruciating pain. i'm not being a drama queen here, they're really painful. :D ...  with a little luck, i would probably lose weight if i carry on like this... (not eating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've put on so much weight.  it's sad that sometimes i have to unbutton the very top buttons of my pants.  my friend posted a group picture and i was included, and i saw my pre-angel (actually... pre-psycho) days.  how inspiring, i wanna be that thin again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059088-108911334801948741?l=burberrified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/feeds/108911334801948741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059088&amp;postID=108911334801948741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/108911334801948741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/108911334801948741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/2004/07/havent-been-posting-that-much.html' title='haven&apos;t been posting that much'/><author><name>dinoram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267637800207857970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/00/94/2074900/471443907042l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059088.post-108746829926410876</id><published>2004-06-17T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T03:31:39.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm craving for a cool glass of sago't gulaman...</title><content type='html'>no classes.  no classes on thursdays and mondays.  stupid subject was moved to friday and saturday...  imagine, ANATOMY THE WHOLE DAY...  8am to 6pm... flying f*ck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr...  whatever happened to the LA Lakers?  (again, and again, and again...) i really wanted them to win..  too bad they didn't.  they're losing their touch.  as in.  they will never be as great as the chicago bulls..  (although i was never a bulls fan).  oh well, til the next season. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got myself a new phone.  the old one will never work.  need specific parts in order to make it function, blah... forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post a few of angel's pics soon.  he is such a bungisngis tot (obviously did not take after me... "perky" ain't my middle name)...  the neighbors think he should've been a girl instead.  coz he's all smiles...  but wait til he gets hungry.. or worse, til he becomes sleepy!!! E.GADD!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here at lola's with the cuzzies...  just killing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwah y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059088-108746829926410876?l=burberrified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/feeds/108746829926410876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059088&amp;postID=108746829926410876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/108746829926410876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/108746829926410876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-craving-for-cool-glass-of-sagot.html' title='i&apos;m craving for a cool glass of sago&apos;t gulaman...'/><author><name>dinoram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267637800207857970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/00/94/2074900/471443907042l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059088.post-108710859858228834</id><published>2004-06-12T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T23:36:38.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy daisy mode</title><content type='html'>before anything, i'd like to address my problem to the viewing public...  how do i change my profile? my user name and all that? how do i replace angel's pic? blog users... HAAAAAAAALLP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a very lazy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brody, angel &amp; i are here at lola's place, visiting the relatives, and giving the people at home a little break from the chaos.. he he.  let's talk about the angel first.  this morning, oh my god, he woke EVERYONE up around 5 a.m. because he was crying and he was terribly terribly terriblyyyyy cranky.  as in he was being carried, and he was still cranky!  cranky kong.  it was that bad.  usually angel's an angel, and with him carrying on the way he did this morning, you'd realize that something IS definitely wrong.  perhaps he was in severe pain (gas) or something.  i had to force myself up and carry him towards the window.  we gazed outside, and he stopped.  he just observed the passing cars and pedestrians.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me, i'm supposed to be studying, but here i am, trying to figure out how the heck am i supposed to change this blog profile.  i have no clue.  eeeeyikes.  with regular classes coming up this monday, things are bound to get so busier for me.  i need a miracle.  an a bottle of memory enhancers.  i swear.  i'm paying the price for learning to embrace all those pain-relievers during those troubling times...  oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posting more later.  i need a catnap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059088-108710859858228834?l=burberrified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/feeds/108710859858228834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059088&amp;postID=108710859858228834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/108710859858228834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/108710859858228834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/2004/06/lazy-daisy-mode.html' title='lazy daisy mode'/><author><name>dinoram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267637800207857970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/00/94/2074900/471443907042l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059088.post-108678288543291011</id><published>2004-06-09T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T05:08:05.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day three... </title><content type='html'>what do you expect?  nothing happened!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all met up in the hallway around 9ish and ok, no classroom has been assigned...  no teacher as well.  flying fork.  what a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i met up with my cuzzy, the c, here at lola's house.  had lunch there.  walked a few blocks towards the computer places (and met a lot of freaky construction workers along the way, who had the nerve to sing 'ang laki-laki' as we passed by) and began the hunt for a decent, yet reasonably priced computer.  the deals weren't so bad, in fact, they were okay to the point that it was becoming quite difficult to decide which offer to go for.   we gave up and decided that it would be best for her computer-whiz-of-a-friend to join her tomorrow (the purchase will be made tomorrow)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky duck's finally getting herself a new system.  I NEED ONE TOO!  waaaaaaaah.  i am getting one soon, i really don't know when, but it's so hard to get by for the moment without one.  imagine this, whacked professor requires us to do advanced reading on the cell structure and the skin (parts, etc)..  we're to have an oral exam this friday...  we don't have manuals and books yet...  aside from the university's crappy library, whereelse am i expected to find references on the subject matter?  online, right?  everything's online nowadays.  *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.  anyway back to the afternoon adventure (he-he),  after scouting for her dream machine, the c and i headed to the mini-mall (wont mention where! he he) coz she needed to get a toy potty for her baby boy, coley.  we passed a make-up booth in the center of the mall and i dared her to get a free makeover.  no, she wasn't that brave.  i shared to her that i had done that once, about a couple of years ago, at &lt;a href="http://www.thegrovela.com" target="_blank"&gt;the grove&lt;/a&gt; (at one of those MAC counters inside nordstrom .. hehe)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after buying coley's potty trainer (and a cute pair of teensy weensy shoes for angel!!! :) ), we grabbed some fruit juice and boba and headed back to lola's house (bearing in mind to avoid the street where the freaky construction guys lurked around).  hungry as well.  played tong-its with josh, we should have really spared him the card game and asked for every single cent he had out, coz we finished off his moolah.  my dad and josh treated us to a mighty and meaty pizza...  after not eating rice for three consecutive days, i blow off my self control by giving in to FOUR sinful pizza squares.  now, that is evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sharing a cig moment with me, the c left me..  and from the moment she was gone, to this very minute, i have been online.  what a freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, let's pray that something productive happens tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: in dire need of vitamin B12...  anesthesia is definitely a memory eater. dang.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059088-108678288543291011?l=burberrified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/feeds/108678288543291011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059088&amp;postID=108678288543291011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/108678288543291011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/108678288543291011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/2004/06/day-three.html' title='day three... '/><author><name>dinoram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267637800207857970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/00/94/2074900/471443907042l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059088.post-108667695396197523</id><published>2004-06-07T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T23:42:33.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 2 (boring)</title><content type='html'>day two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did nothing.  was sent home around 11ish.  too bad the next class (anatomy) doesn't start til 4pm.  now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being unproductive, and heading here to new manila, to spend those 3.5 hours surfing the net and chatting on Y!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will leave in about 20 minutes.  i.don't.want.to.go.back!!!  huhuhuh...  have to get books, stockings, uniforms, underpants, and a whole lotta more.  and that's what weekends are for.  thank god i'm one of the blessed few who DO NOT have saturday classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... i better be headin back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!!! will post again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059088-108667695396197523?l=burberrified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/feeds/108667695396197523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059088&amp;postID=108667695396197523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/108667695396197523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/108667695396197523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/2004/06/day-2-boring.html' title='day 2 (boring)'/><author><name>dinoram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267637800207857970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/00/94/2074900/471443907042l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059088.post-108661151231023259</id><published>2004-06-07T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T05:31:52.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of skewl</title><content type='html'>today is officially the first day of nursing skewl.  but before i get to that, can i just share that this morning, i dropped by the neighborhood salon, and had my  dreadful locks chopped off. buh-bye bruha mode. hurrah!  this is definitely refreshing alrite, my new 'do.  now that the hair ordeal is over, on with the next problem...  losing the bazillion pounds i gained during the angel journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's an entirely different story, which we will get into once it happens (once i'm skinny!)...  IF IT HAPPENS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of skewl..  i met my new blockmates in the hallway, because idiot system didn't assign us classrooms in that piece of paper which bares our schedule (and no, it wasn't on the bulletin board either).  it was totally retarded.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were just six of us.  a couple were med students, and there was also a physical therapist and a pharmacy grad, and another girl...  and me, of course.  me, the loser, who had the least-connected course to nursing/science.  tee-hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were no teachers around either, so after lingering for an hour and a half inside an empty classroom, we were sent home.  i hope they don't do that tomorrow.  i don't wanna wake up 5:30 AM, for nothing. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that'd be all for now, as i am posting from key's office. (key, my bro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059088-108661151231023259?l=burberrified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/feeds/108661151231023259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7059088&amp;postID=108661151231023259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/108661151231023259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7059088/posts/default/108661151231023259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/2004/06/first-day-of-skewl.html' title='first day of skewl'/><author><name>dinoram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267637800207857970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/00/94/2074900/471443907042l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059088.post-108617766323926452</id><published>2004-06-02T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T05:01:03.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban</title><content type='html'>WARNING: major spoiler alert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just saw the third installment of the harry potter series and what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have mixed emotions about the flick.  the bad news first:  if you are new to the series ( think "harry potter BOOK virgin", meaning you are only understanding the harry potter series from watching the films, and READING NOT THE BOOKS), you would probably be a bit perplexed.  it would really help to read the book after you catch the movie, just to answer questions, as it left out a lot of really important parts..  parts that contribute majorly to the plot.  the story from the book's version presents a very interesting climax... harry and sirius' confrontation in the shrieking shack, where we learn a lot about moony, wormtail, padfoot &amp; prongs, how the betrayal took place, why they decided to become animagi, and a lot more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i was also wondering when mad eye moody was going to make his entrance, but then i realized that he appears in the 4th book. eheh silly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hogsmeade wasn't made as fancy as it should be.  i guess i was expecting too much but i couldn't help it.  among the five books, so far, book three has been number one on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, the good thing about it is, despite all those missing parts, it still turned out to be a "wowowee" flick.  the first two hours of the movie proves to be your typical "welcome to hogwarts and meet your new teachers" scenarios.  the last hour of the movie was what piqued my attention.  the time turner scenes were marvelously done, and they explained a lot of little incidents in the move.  the new dumbledore isn't as gentle as the old one (richard harris, RIP)...  and i dunno if that's good or bad or what. and sirius black is everything i imagined him to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it i guess.  my two cents worth ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059088-108617766323926452?l=burberrified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burberrified.blogspot.com/feeds/108617766323926452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/00/94/2074900/471443907042l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059088.post-108597874313521896</id><published>2004-05-30T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T21:45:43.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>parley!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>i'm over here at lola's house right now, and i'm just waiting for my ride to arrive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still very sick with my sore throat and asthma.  it's sooooooo painful.  and yet, that didn't stop me from having a bowl of chocolate marble ice cream, and a cup of steaming hot tsokolate (fresh from bacnotan... mmmm).  eventually, my throat became much more irritated, and i'm in pain. *wince, wince*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to bed at around 3:30 am.  or was it 4? because my auntie and i, and some friends were sooo indulged in a game of tong-its.  i lost around 240 bucks.  waaaaah.  it was waaaaaay past my bedtime anyway.  so i bid them adieu, and hit the sack.  then i had a horrible horrible asthma attack as i lay myself down.  it was sooo horrible that i struggled towards my cousin's room, trembling, may i add, and begging for the asthma meds.  i will never ever ever ever ever chain smoke again.  maybe once a day is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost time for school.  we had a school uniform which i have to squeeze myself (another struggle, and definitely another reason why i should go on a gruesome diet)...  i feel awful that i'm unable to lose the weight.  i've never felt this big in my life and it's something i've been very insecured about lately.  like a major issue.  something drastic has to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw my ex-bup's daughter on &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com" target="_blank"&gt;friendster&lt;/a&gt;.  she's just as tiny as how angel used to be.  looks a bit like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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around my family and friends. which is good, because once again, i am happy and i feel that i belong. i haven't actually met up with the few friends who know that i'm back, and the rest of my friends... well, let's just say they think i'm still over there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm starting school on the 7th of june. nursing school. yey. i was supposed to do it with my cousin celine and her cousin, karlo, but the school and course is sooooo ridiculously overpriced that they just had to back out. i wasn't too keen on going there either, because with the other schools that offer nursing here, i could save A LOT. like half of the price. but... my lola insisted i go there anyway, since it's only a two year course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, after enrolling, i headed out to buy my supplies for school. it felt so weird doing that again. picking out notebooks, and pens. i finished college back in 1998, and i haven't been shopping for supplies for a long time, so you could imagine how difficult it had been recalling all those 'essential stuff', and what have you's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh another thing i've been bzay with, soooo many numerous dates with my dentist. all my teeth are in excellent shape now. yippeeeee. then, i proceed with my ortho treatment. i need the 'brace face' to match the school girl image. kidding. having angel was totally a traumatic experience for my errr.. teeth. major relapse. and so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough about that. i better be okay by the time i get home tomorrow. i would have no excuse for having an asthma attack. and i don't want to pass on the sore throat to angel, whom i'm missing terribly, by the way. i think this has been the longest i've been away from him. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7059088-108592967725853539?l=burberrified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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