<?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-9120602</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:08:52.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frank Lee Speaking</title><subtitle type='html'>I am no dead fish, and so I prefer not go "Go with the flow"!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120602.post-7862636145726032108</id><published>2008-07-23T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T14:32:04.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Question of Virginity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One cold and rainy night, a girl and guy got so drunk and decided, since they thought they were already mature enough, to spend the night together in the same hotel room together to save money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After having a small talk, things suddenly got out of hand. They guy lunged at the girl, his hands all over her breasts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girl, having no experience in such acts, was surprised at now her body reacted tothe unexpected groping: her back arched, her eyes rolled upwards, and a soft moan escaped her moist lips. She was barely aware of her toes curling in anticipation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The guy was not surprised by this reaction. He felt that they have been exchanging unspoken words throughout the night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girl moistened her lips once more, barely  noticing the guy unbuttoning her thin white blouse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The guy felt like a kid carefully unwrapping a fragile Christmas gift. He already knew what he was about to see, having gone through several hidden camera recordings of the girl taking long baths - baths where the girl curiously explored her body. It was an ingenious idea of his, being the girl's landlord.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girl, who was a nursing student at the city's biggest hospital, spent her weekdays at a boarding house nearby. The girl and her boardmates just received their month's allowances from their parents and decided to have a weekend getaway to celebrate the end of an exam thatthey prepared for four weeks, getting by with barely three hours of sleep each night, a bowl of instant noodles twice a day, half a pack of cigarettes everyday, and replenishing their caffeine levels every couple of hours or so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The young landlord was fortunate enough to be in the living room to overhear the girls planning this excursion. He gently knocked onthe girl's room where the boarders were having the discussion. The girl jumped up and opened the door to find the handsome landlord grinning awkwardly. The girl, having a soft spot for the kind landlord who gave her a leeway to temporarily skip a month's pay for rent, took the cue and invited the landlord to join them in the outing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As the guy peeled off the girl's push-up bra, he thought that she didn't really need the extra boost; she already looked very ripe... and excited for what's to come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As he laid the girl back, he ran his big hands down the length of the girl's thighs. He felt the smooth skin break into goose pimples.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girl let out another soft moan, which seemed to encourage the guy more. She clutched the bedsheets and clenched her jaws to prevent her housemates in teh other rooms to overhear her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The guy seemed to know which buttons to press, which parts to caress, and which parts to run his adventurous tongue over. The girl loved it all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As the last of the girl's clothes was thrown unceremoniously to the floor, the guy kneeled on top of the gir, admiring the girl's ample breasts. He then took off his own clothes, and lay on top of the girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girl felt the first few stabs of fear. She dismissed this as simply part of the experience. She breathed into the guy's ear and felt his manhood trying to break into her. She desisted the urge toreciprocate by pulling her hips back and closing her legs. The feeling of his manhood on her skin brought little of her senses back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;The guy then licked her ear, down her neck, along the collarbone and thorugh her cleavage, and she was sent back to the clouds. She has never felt so hot on such a cold night. The apex of her thighs felt like it was on fire!&lt;br /&gt;He was onhis hands and knees, back arched to reach her navel. Her midsection jerked as his tongue quickly dipped in and out her belly button. He then ran his tongue downwards again, searching, exploring, anticipating the moment when he finds what he's looking for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As he moved lower, he put his hands on her hips. He pressed the tip of his sharp nose, a feature he inherited from his Spanish ancestors, into the girl's flower.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A louder moan escaped from teh girl. She pulled on the corner of the blanket and bit into it to prevent making another sound.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He was please with this. He tried toput his index finger inside and the girl squiremed. He gave her a moment to adjust to the sensation, then resumed theplay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He inserted another finger, and her eyes flashed as pain registered. She felt as if something was tearing inside! She couldn't help but gasp in agony.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girl wriggled out of the guy's grasp and sat at one corner of the bed, wrapped in the blanket that she was biting earlier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only once question kept going through her mind: was she still a virgin, half a virgin, or not a virgin any longer?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9120602-7862636145726032108?l=frankleefrankly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/7862636145726032108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9120602&amp;postID=7862636145726032108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/7862636145726032108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/7862636145726032108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/2008/07/question-of-virginity.html' title='The Question of Virginity'/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120602.post-113278304057412237</id><published>2005-11-23T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T13:57:20.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Tired</title><content type='html'>I so hate my job right now. Notice that it's been almost a year since I last touched this blog. I can't believe that much time has already passed. Maybe at some point in this career I enjoyed my work. But now every call causes migraine, every customer is so freaking me out. My only consolation is that I have such good friends and very open supervisors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love life is sucky at the moment. It's not like I want to get laid right away (yeah, right) but I need someone to fill in the hole in my life. I so envy one of my supervisors. He is already infatuated with someone (don't ask me, he won't disclose the name of his lady-love).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! Cutie over there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9120602-113278304057412237?l=frankleefrankly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/113278304057412237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9120602&amp;postID=113278304057412237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/113278304057412237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/113278304057412237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-tired.html' title='So Tired'/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120602.post-110468846525533658</id><published>2005-01-02T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T09:54:25.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Date Butterflies</title><content type='html'>It's not like that... first date, you know... uhm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday was the last day of our Academy Bay. After sleeping for 5 hours, I brought my mom to Ayala for the most affordable Japanese food I have ever experienced. Sorry, though, I forgot the name of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my mom boarded the ship going to Cagayan de Oro, I went straight home to prepare for another date: with my batch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to The Crossroads, into a bar which Jaeger simply detests (nyahahaha!) Ron even said he saw a couple of guys making out in the restroom! And just to prove someone's point, I SAW 3 guys dancing on the floor among themselves! I mean, can anyone be more promiscuous than THAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said. Let's hop on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next bar is Vudu. It's supposed to be the hippest, swankiest, most IN bar in town (that is if you don't mind second-hand smoke). The place was literally filled with cigarette smoke. If you're a smoker, you can just walk in, take a deep breath, and step out. Good luck to your lungs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's 11:33am CST. There's a low volume of calls. I'm already live on the floor. This is the "date" I was talking about. It's like the first day of work for the 3rd time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to go the the restroom. I need to puke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9120602-110468846525533658?l=frankleefrankly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/110468846525533658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9120602&amp;postID=110468846525533658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110468846525533658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110468846525533658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-date-butterflies.html' title='First Date Butterflies'/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120602.post-110339113746697324</id><published>2004-12-18T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T09:32:17.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Huffs... No Puffs... *sigh*...</title><content type='html'>Drained... Tired... Sleep... Zzzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week's work on floor, I'm a little more confident that I can make it through this call-center business. But don't take my word for it. You should try it yourself also! Satisfying an irate customer is the best experience I've had for the past 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that the week has come to an end, Jaeger and I were wondering what to do. Spend... not to spend... Ah. Here comes the clincher: my stomach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess everybody who knows me well knows that when I want a specific food, I -NEED- to get it! Otherwise, I'll drive them mad until I get what I want! Nyahahaha! For tonight, it's PIZZA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Mozzarella, bacon, ham, pepperoni, beef, all on top of a thick crust... simply scrumptious~! For about thirty minutes, I felt I was in heaven - Pig's Heaven, that is! I really, really, really love pigging out in Pizza Hut! It's the core of my being, the center of my universe, the soul of my body, the voice in my head, it's... it's... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem! Got a bit carried away there. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do, here comes my Harry Potter to the rescue! Out of nowhere, he just texts me and says, "Insert mo sun mo". Wat da hel is dat?! Oh, right. Gotcha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time we talked Sun cellular - to - Sun cellular, I literally drained the battery of my fully-charged Sony Ericsson phone! I mean, Mommy Leah saw me talking on the phone on her way out, and by the time she got back, I'm still talking with Kuya Pic! I mean, Haller! I'm enjoying myself! So what?! Hehehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now all I want for Christmas is to be with my friends. What's the connectment? Toink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9120602-110339113746697324?l=frankleefrankly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/110339113746697324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9120602&amp;postID=110339113746697324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110339113746697324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110339113746697324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/2004/12/all-huffs-no-puffs-sigh.html' title='All Huffs... No Puffs... *sigh*...'/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120602.post-110230279991802382</id><published>2004-12-05T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T19:13:19.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friends, My World</title><content type='html'>I guess everybody will agree on this one: our -World- is our -Friends-. Right? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a loner, a "wallflower" for those who can relate, is kind of good, in a manner of speaking. You get to know yourself, qualify on your own which is the right and which is the wrong thing to say, think or do. You get to judge others without the back-fire (nyahahahaha). And best of all, you enter a stage of calmness [...apathy] whenever one of your acquaintances (nope, not friends) fail, or damn miss failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, you only have "close acquaintances" (notice how I avoid the "friend" word...) that you open your mind (part, not all) to. A normal loner (is there such a thing?!) will only be seen with one -acquaintance-, or none at all. A normal loner also thinks at the same time as he speaks (says who?!). See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cure for the - Socially-challenged - syndrome? Face your fears; Live your dreams (No, I didn't buy Nikes!) I worked at McDonald's for almost four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That period was the most exciting (so far) years of my life. Knowing others; others knowing you; people greeting you on the road, while you shop (window-shop, actually), on your work... the simple things. The things I almost missed out. Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my friends, my world opened up to another dimension. Guys, this one's for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who want to know my -friends-, &lt;a href="http://frankleefriends.blogspot.com"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9120602-110230279991802382?l=frankleefrankly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/110230279991802382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9120602&amp;postID=110230279991802382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110230279991802382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110230279991802382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-friends-my-world.html' title='My Friends, My World'/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120602.post-110229544835492889</id><published>2004-12-05T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T17:10:48.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment to Breathe</title><content type='html'>Ahhh... at last, we're given breathing time after all the studying and exams and all that. We just finished our last written exam, and hopefully, all of us passed with ample margin of error. Mind you, 85% of a sixty-item test is a bit too much, but we did our best (cross fingers ^_^).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that after-effects of the exam are making themselves comfortable in the pit of my stomach. I NEED A SMOKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5 minutes later...)&lt;br /&gt;Shit! Exam results are in! Hahahaha! No life-line used! I passed the exam with only 5 mistakes (9 mistakes, and you're out)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... I passed, I passed, I passed... Ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the smoke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9120602-110229544835492889?l=frankleefrankly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/110229544835492889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9120602&amp;postID=110229544835492889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110229544835492889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110229544835492889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/2004/12/moment-to-breathe.html' title='A Moment to Breathe'/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120602.post-110178592805792590</id><published>2004-11-29T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T19:38:48.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spread the Joy!</title><content type='html'>Yep! It's Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I'm not giving away gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about DANCING! Oh, yeah, simply one of my favorite activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Cagayan for a short visit to my mom. That short visit is  days and 1 night. It's because, if worst comes to worst, my batchmates and I can't go home for Christmas, then at least we got tot visit our families even for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came back here in Cebu with my Playstation and dance Pad. My "Cebu Family" we're so excited, they tried dancing right away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mommy Leah was such a fast learner, she got the hang of dancing in just a few rounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy Jaeger was so smooth on the dance pad, it made me want to cry - with laughter! Nyahahaha! He was a total dork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's a new member of the family, Lorelei. She's kinda like a little sis to me. Little becuase she's petite! Oh, she's older than me. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also good with the dance pad. She has grace that can scare away anyone nearby! She keeps on pounding the dance pad with her tiny feet! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish Ate Kim's here. I can imagine her falling on her butt and saying, "Fuck you, dance pad!" We miss you, Kim! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9120602-110178592805792590?l=frankleefrankly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/110178592805792590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9120602&amp;postID=110178592805792590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110178592805792590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110178592805792590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/2004/11/spread-joy.html' title='Spread the Joy!'/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120602.post-110177946694180426</id><published>2004-11-29T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T19:46:59.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Pick-up Lines</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I'm collecting good pick-up lines for everybody's use. If you know of any good lines, put it in the comments link, and I'll add it in this posting. Of course, you will be credited for this "good deed"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need some help in looking for Mr./Ms. Perfect, or are you willing to go for Mr./Ms Right Now? Want some silly one-liners, conversation openers, or plain, stupid pick-up lines? Then, click &lt;a href="http://nicepickuplines.blogspot.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Disclaimer: Author is not responsible for any physical, emotional, or any and all forms of injury inflicted to the reader for use of any and all of these lines to another person and/or animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author is especially thankful to the author of the website &lt;a href="http://linesthataregood.com/"&gt;http://linesthataregood.com/&lt;/a&gt;. I would like to add his own disclaimers (linesthataregood.com's disclaimers are edited to fit this site. Some disclaimers were deleted because this author doesn't see the need for those items)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimers:&lt;br /&gt;1. Any attempt to rebroadcast this page without the express written consent of Major League Baseball, the Anaheim Angels, and the Atlanta Braves is strictly prohibited (Implied oral consent is insufficient).&lt;br /&gt;2. Additional effort was made to ensure that the lines contained within these hallowed pages are gender-neutral. Attempts were made to ensure that this site could be considered an Equal Opportunity Offender.&lt;br /&gt;3. This site is not complete. It needs your submission.&lt;br /&gt;4. Remember, failure is not an option. If you get shot down, try another line. If that fails, try again. Failing that, you obviously never learned the most important lesson from all of your years of schooling: never try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9120602-110177946694180426?l=frankleefrankly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/110177946694180426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9120602&amp;postID=110177946694180426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110177946694180426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110177946694180426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/2004/11/nice-pick-up-lines.html' title='Nice Pick-up Lines'/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120602.post-110144046378758709</id><published>2004-11-25T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T21:28:20.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever felt like everybody's pushing you towards some place that you don't really want to go, but still, they force you to? I just hate that. Why do they have super-high expectations from me? I'm just human, like them! And whenever I fail to meet their demands, I just stand there, eyes down, expressionless. I'm so stupid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NUMB&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feeling so faithless lost under the surface&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't know what you're expecting of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every step that I take is another mistake to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've become so tired so much more aware&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't you see that you're smothering me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holding too tightly afraid to lose control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause everything that you thought I would be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Has fallen apart right in front of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every step that I take is another mistake to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And every second I waste is more than I can take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've become so tired so much more aware&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may end up failing too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were just like me with someone disappointed in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've become so tired so much more aware&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9120602-110144046378758709?l=frankleefrankly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/110144046378758709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9120602&amp;postID=110144046378758709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110144046378758709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110144046378758709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/2004/11/story-of-my-life.html' title='Story of My Life'/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120602.post-110144029654331889</id><published>2004-11-25T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T19:38:16.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Love Life? This is my "Only Hope"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only Hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Switchfoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a song that's inside of my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the one that I've tried to write&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;over and over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm awake in the infinite cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you sing to me over and over and over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I lay my head back down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I lift my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And pray to be only yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pray to be only yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know now you're my only hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sing to me the song of the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of your galaxy dancing and laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and laughing again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it feels like my dreams are so far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sing to me of the plans that you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for me over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I lay my head back down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I lift my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And pray to be only yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pray to be only yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know now you're my only hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I give you my destiny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm giving you all of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want your symphony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Singing in all that I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the top of my lungs I'm giving it back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I lay my head back down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I lift my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And pray to be only yours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pray to be only yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pray to be only yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know now you're my only hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9120602-110144029654331889?l=frankleefrankly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/110144029654331889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9120602&amp;postID=110144029654331889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110144029654331889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110144029654331889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/2004/11/no-love-life-this-is-my-only-hope.html' title='No Love Life? This is my &quot;Only Hope&quot;'/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120602.post-110143951033329820</id><published>2004-11-25T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T19:25:10.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Questions from a Friend</title><content type='html'>This was a spam sent by one of my batchmates in PeopleSupport as a spam. His name is Richard Rene Bunalos (hoi iho, starring ka na, o diba??? PORNSTAR ka talaga!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who like the questions and answer them themselves, just copy, paste, and erase my answers. Go Spammers! Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. First Name&lt;/strong&gt;: francis israel (never call me israel if you dont want to die!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Were you named after anyone?&lt;/strong&gt; st. francis of assissi, who simply loves animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Do you wish on stars?&lt;/strong&gt; i dunno, everytime a shooting star appears, a picture of someone just pops into my mind. is that considered a wish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. When did you last cry?&lt;/strong&gt; september 27. dont ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you like your handwriting?&lt;/strong&gt; of course! though sometimes, people think my notes were written by my girlfriend *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What is your favorite lunch meat?&lt;/strong&gt; lunch meat? as in luncheon meat? diba it's a meat that doesnt have a category? hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What is your birth date?&lt;/strong&gt; march 12 1983&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What is your most embarrassing CD?&lt;/strong&gt; uh... embarrassing? toink... ay! a walk to remember! bought that simply because of the switchfoot version of "only hope"... very sweet! and it's unplugged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you?&lt;/strong&gt; most probably... not. i'd be in another country if i were another person. o diba?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Are you a daredevil?&lt;/strong&gt; i'm the devil... will you dare me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Have you ever told a secret you swore not to tell?&lt;/strong&gt; there are only 2 kinds of secrets: ONE THAT'S NOT WORTH KEEPING AND ONE THAT'S TOO GOOD TO KEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Do looks matter?&lt;/strong&gt; not really. but if you have deep pockets or fat wallets, then we'll get along just fine! FOOD TRIIIIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. How do you release anger?&lt;/strong&gt; hmm.. release is such a... something... word. parang green noh? i'm trained to disregard or compartmentalize my emotions. as in trained talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Where is your second home?&lt;/strong&gt; cagayan de oro. now, i'm trying to get used to cebu as my second home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Do you trust others easily?&lt;/strong&gt; yeah. my bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What was your favorite toy as a child?&lt;/strong&gt; hmmm... do dildos qualify? toy din naman yun ah. joke3! legos. stirs your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. What class in high school do you think was totally useless?&lt;/strong&gt; home econ. why should we learn how to sew a polo when we can buy naman? and cooking? i'm only good at eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Do you have a journal?&lt;/strong&gt; yep. sorta. www.frankleefrankly.blogspot.com. visit na lang if you dare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Do you use sarcasm a lot?&lt;/strong&gt; not really. only when i'm really ticked. and usually the one i speak to like that ends up scratching his own head. dumb, dumb, dummy dumb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Would you bungee jump?&lt;/strong&gt; ahhh the thrill... of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?&lt;/strong&gt; nah. but if i can't pull my foot out, what choice do i have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Do you think that you are strong?&lt;/strong&gt; strong... in what sense *blush*... hehehe strong and active: imagination only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. What's your favorite ice cream?&lt;/strong&gt; sorry it's not really favorite... more like DELIRIOUSLY OBSESSED: rocky road, choco marble, cookies and cream. chocolate's the only substitute for sex, right? nyahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Shoe size?&lt;/strong&gt; i dont take note of my shoe size. i dont want to get scared and i dont want to scare anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. RED/PINK?&lt;/strong&gt; pwede blue? black? yellow? hindi???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. What is your least favorite thing about yourself?&lt;/strong&gt; darn, my hair attracts too much attention... dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Who do you miss most?&lt;/strong&gt; eeyore of whinnie the pooh... "i just need a hug..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Do you want everyone you send this to send it back?&lt;/strong&gt; of course, with complete answers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. What color pants and shoes are you wearing right now?&lt;/strong&gt; brown penshoppe cargo pants and white nike cross-trainers (sinali ba naman ang brand...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/strong&gt; for the moment the fairies have gone, so there is no buzzing in my head. ugong ng aircon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Last thing you ate?&lt;/strong&gt; tahoooo~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?&lt;/strong&gt; black. you cant go wrong with the color. sa iba there are baby something, light something, dirty something, daming categories. ay may coffee black, midnight black, ebony black, charcoal black nga pala noh? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. What is the weather like right now?&lt;/strong&gt; how would i know? my office is in the basement! hehehe joke lang, sunny to partly cloudy with no expected rain showers nor thunderstorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. first person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/strong&gt; today? none. "NOBODY LOVES ME..." but the other day, on our first day of nesting, i talked to this kind lady, her name was Carolyn. very sexy voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;/strong&gt; hair. god, i'm so obsessed, aren't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. Do you like the person who sent this to you?&lt;/strong&gt; yes if he stops singing. joke3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Favorite Drink?&lt;/strong&gt; mug rootbeer and vodka ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Favorite Sport?&lt;/strong&gt; badminton. hey, dont you raise your brows like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. Hair Color?&lt;/strong&gt; mahogany brown, thanks to my mom who bought the wrong color for her own hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Eye Color?&lt;/strong&gt; dark brown to black. depends on my mood eh. it's possible noh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. Do you wear contacts?&lt;/strong&gt; wish ko lang.. wild eyes contacts such as cat's eyes, 8-ball, smiley, fire, and white-out! kung pwede pa nga, yung spiral... i think the item name was hypnotize... wild eyes is a brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. ????&lt;/strong&gt; o, what kind of question is this? ah okay. eh di "!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. Favorite Food?&lt;/strong&gt; PIZZA!!! no doubt. quote from teenage mutant ninja turtles: "ninja pizza... pizza that vanish without a trace..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. Last Movie You Watched?&lt;/strong&gt; before i left cagayan, i watched spiderman2. love the plot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. Favorite Day Of The Year?&lt;/strong&gt; my birthday sucks. march 12 is a day na ubos na ang sweldo. so can i put "pay days" here? ay, christmas bonus=13th month pay... december 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. Scary Movies Or Happy Endings?&lt;/strong&gt; um... i prefer fantasy movies, so both yun diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Summer Or Winter?&lt;/strong&gt; hah! wish ko lang there's winter here in the phils. i have no choice on this one, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Hugs or Kisses?&lt;/strong&gt; i'm a cuddler, so hugs. i also love nibbling ears, so it doesnt qualify as kiss... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. ????&lt;/strong&gt; o, eto na naman cya... sige na nga... here goes: "!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55. What Is Your Favorite Dessert?&lt;/strong&gt; brazo de mercedes! leche flan! (iba na ang pinoy, because tayo'y latang pinoy [the filipino can])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. Who Is Most Likely To Respond?&lt;/strong&gt; one way to find out, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. Who Is Least Likely To Respond?&lt;/strong&gt; again, one way to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. Living Arrangements?&lt;/strong&gt; hmm... i'm single, available and negotiable, so i'm living in an apartment. of course with co-workers, pero it's not a hassle. we have a house rule about *blush* THAT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59. What Books Are You Reading?&lt;/strong&gt; expedia manuals, unfortunately. last book i read was the prequel of the da vinci code, it's "angels and demons" by dan brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60. What's On Your Mouse Pad?&lt;/strong&gt; toink, we dont even have a mouse pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. ???&lt;/strong&gt; at least tatlo na lang cya. okay, i'll bite... "!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. What Did You Watch Last night?&lt;/strong&gt; i slept early eh. so i tuned in to my dream monitor. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Favorite&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Smells&lt;/strong&gt;: my cologne. sooo sexy! hehehe... CIGARETTES! though for that, i should be the smoker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Rolling Stones or Beatles?&lt;/strong&gt; what's that? i dont even know these things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. Country or Rock?&lt;/strong&gt; rock kung alternative. country kung mga modern singers. pero i really prefer adult alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66. Favorite singer?&lt;/strong&gt; me. o diba, love yourself? nyahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9120602-110143951033329820?l=frankleefrankly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/110143951033329820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9120602&amp;postID=110143951033329820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110143951033329820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110143951033329820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/2004/11/some-questions-from-friend.html' title='Some Questions from a Friend'/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120602.post-110143888946573684</id><published>2004-11-25T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T19:14:49.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Bites</title><content type='html'>This sucks. It's been almost a month now since I moved to Cebu. Just a few minutes ago, I realized tht I miss everybody I know in Cagayan de Oro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why did it take me 21 days (still 21?! It feels like I've been here for months!) to miss everybody? Does it reflect negatively on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid me. A person can't think about this kind of thing if he's still busy thinking about his financial situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no! That reminds me, I don't have money left! How am I going to Cagayan for a visit? I might not be able to go home for Christmas, so this is the only time that I have to visity my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, if I stay here while [the cats] are away, what would [the mouse] do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Blush* Hey not that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Burp* Yep! That's the one - FOOD TRIP! Yeah, baby! Bring it on! Woo~h!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9120602-110143888946573684?l=frankleefrankly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/110143888946573684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9120602&amp;postID=110143888946573684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110143888946573684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110143888946573684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/2004/11/reality-bites.html' title='Reality Bites'/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120602.post-110136655563242360</id><published>2004-11-24T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T23:09:15.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Women Use </title><content type='html'>Oh Sooooooooooo true!! Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine&lt;br /&gt;This is the word  women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut  up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Minutes&lt;br /&gt;If she is  getting dressed, this is half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given 5 more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;This is the calm before the storm. This means "something" and you should be on your toes.  Arguments that begin with "nothing" usually end in "fine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go  Ahead&lt;br /&gt;This is a dare, not permission, DON'T DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loud Sigh&lt;br /&gt;Although not  actually a word, the loud sigh is often misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over "Nothing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Okay&lt;br /&gt;This is one of  the most dangerous statements that woman can make to a man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;This is the  least used of all words in the female vocabulary. If a woman is thanking you.  Do not question it, just say you're welcome and back out of the room slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9120602-110136655563242360?l=frankleefrankly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/110136655563242360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9120602&amp;postID=110136655563242360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110136655563242360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110136655563242360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/2004/11/words-women-use.html' title='Words Women Use '/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120602.post-110136110798627350</id><published>2004-11-24T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T22:09:39.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny English</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Contemplate - kulang ang mga pinggan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Punctuation - pera para maka-enrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ice Buko - nagtatanong kung ayos na ang buhok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tenacious - sapatos na pang tennis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Calculator - tawagan kita mamaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Devastation - sakayan ng bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Protestant - Tindahan ng prutas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Statue - Ikaw ba yan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tissue - Ikaw nga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Predicate - Pakawalan mo ang pusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dedicated - Pinatay ang pusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aspect - Pantusok o pandurog ng yelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Deduct - Ang pato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Defeat - Ang paa (ng pato?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Detail - Ang buntot (ng pato?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Deposit - Gripo(Call DIPLOMA if DEPOSIT if leaking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;City - Bago mag-utso; A number to follow 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cattle - Doon nakatila ang Hali at Leyna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Persuading - Unang Kasal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Depress - Ang nagkasal sa PERSUADING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Defense - Ginamit ng mga pangsulat sa kontrata sa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;PERSUADING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;It depends - Kainin mo ang bakod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shampoo - Bago mag-labing-isha (11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Delusion - Maluwang (kapag maluwang ang damit, eh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;DELUSION)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Delivery - Walang bayad. Kapag working lunch, eh DELIVERY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;na ang tanghalian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Profit - Patunayan mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Balance Sheet - What comes out after eating a balance diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Backlog - bacon saka egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beehive - magpakatino ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;CD-ROM - tingnan mo ang kwarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Debug - ang ipis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Defrag - ang palaka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Defense - ang bakod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Defer - ang balahibo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Deflate - ang plato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Detest - ang eksamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Devalue - 'yon ang susunod sa letrang V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Devote - ang boto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dilemma - brownout!, a!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Effort - 'dun nagla-land ang efflane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Forums - apat na kwarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;July - nagsinungaling ka ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thesis - ito ay...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9120602-110136110798627350?l=frankleefrankly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/110136110798627350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9120602&amp;postID=110136110798627350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110136110798627350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110136110798627350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/2004/11/funny-english.html' title='Funny English'/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120602.post-110127239416590492</id><published>2004-11-23T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T14:26:42.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melanisms... (Beware for the weak of heart [and lungs])</title><content type='html'>GUESS WHAT?! - Melanie Marquez is seriously thinking of writing her own book!!! Jonathan Chua (who's a STAR contributor) has compiled some Melanisms for inclusion in that much-awaited book. Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. I won't stoop down to my level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Hello? Bulag ka ba? Bingi ka ba? Are you dep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. 'Yung STD, baka sa maruming toilet lang niya nakuha yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Eh, ikaw ba naman, durugin ang ari mo... Pag di ka naman manutok ng baril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. We are lovers, not fighters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. My brother is not a girl; he's a gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. That's why I'm a success, it's because I don't middle in other people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Don't judge my brother; he's not a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Kapatid ko pa rin siya. We are one and the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. I don't eat meat. I'm not a carnival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Eto na po ang pinakamaligayang pasko at manigong taon sa inyong lahat. (During her acceptance speech at a Metro Filmfest awards night where her bioflick, directed by her late father Temyong Marquez, won an award.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Sumasakit ang migraine ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Ang tatay ko ang only living legend na buhay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Period na talaga; wala nang exclamation point. (When asked on S-Files if her present husband, Adam Lawyer, is her Mr. Right.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. At a talk show after her break-up with Derek Dee, Melanie was asked if she had some words for Derek's mother (whom she partly blamed for the separation). "Oo nga," said Melanie, "pero i-English-in ko para maintindihan niya." She looked into the camera and, with the peremptoriness of royalty, said, "And to you, Mrs. Dee, I have two words for you. Ang labo mo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When asked for a message to her daughter who was allegedly abused by their houseboy: "Don't worry little angel, big angel is here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On what they should do to the houseboy who molested her kid: "He should be put behind bar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "You can fool me once, you can even fool me twice, you can even fool me thrice. But you can never fool me four"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- While waiting backstage during a noontime show, after watching Nikki Valdez do her dance number. "Nikki, you're so galing. You should go to the States. You will sell hotcakes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9120602-110127239416590492?l=frankleefrankly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/110127239416590492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9120602&amp;postID=110127239416590492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110127239416590492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110127239416590492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/2004/11/melanisms-beware-for-weak-of-heart-and.html' title='Melanisms... (Beware for the weak of heart [and lungs])'/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120602.post-110125100002168550</id><published>2004-11-23T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T15:03:20.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Check</title><content type='html'>I have a big problem: now that I know who my crush's crush is, I'm crushed... NOT. It's a talent I learned from the pressures of hosting children's birthday parties. You have to let go of any emotions ASAP! But the thing is, I can't seem to figure out how to turn off my "daydreaming monitor". Everywhere I go, there's always a story that pops into my mind! If I keep this up, I might be able to start a dozen novels before the month ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if! I can't even finish HALF a novel! I wonder why. Maybe because evertyime I finish every Chapter 1, another plot will creep into my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to teh daydreaming monitor. So, are you ready? If you are, &lt;a href="http://daydreamingmonitor.blogspot.com"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9120602-110125100002168550?l=frankleefrankly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/110125100002168550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9120602&amp;postID=110125100002168550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110125100002168550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110125100002168550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/2004/11/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check'/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120602.post-110117357549491448</id><published>2004-11-22T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T22:41:34.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspiracy Theory???</title><content type='html'>Hmm... sounds familiar? Guess again. This is not Mel Gibson stuff. It's more like... creationism, inter-dimension space-phase hyper-drive (...), time travel stuff. It's too big to fit into one posting, so I made another Blog site. If you're into this shit, then click &lt;a href="http://conspiracytheorycreationsim.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Enjoy the mind-blowing experience (if you survive)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9120602-110117357549491448?l=frankleefrankly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/110117357549491448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9120602&amp;postID=110117357549491448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110117357549491448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110117357549491448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/2004/11/conspiracy-theory.html' title='Conspiracy Theory???'/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120602.post-110117071945163915</id><published>2004-11-22T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T16:45:19.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Witch am I?</title><content type='html'>Do you guys watch Charmed? No? Well go to &lt;a href="http://www.twiztv.com/scripts/charmed/"&gt;www.twiztv.com/scripts/charmed/&lt;/a&gt; and read up. Enlighten yourselves. Blessed be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, sorry. I still have to let go of my wiccan ways. Don't have any clues about wicca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witchcraft is a way of life for individuals who follow the ways of nature. To be a witch (nope, no such thing as a warlock. A male witch is just that - a male witch) or a wiccan, is to be one with the mother divine, creator of All. You know, Mother Earth, Gaia, there are a lot of names for her. There's also Mannah, or Mana, which, ni role-playing games, means "a magical force/essence". Got a clearer picture now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being wiccan doesn't mean you get blessed with magical powers (wish ko lang!) It's healing to a natural level, using herbs, spices, and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One story comes into my mind: a doctor tells an iron-deficient patient to stir his glass of drinking water, in a metal container, with a rusty nail. Now remember, it's just a movie! In real life, it is done using a metal spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is that wiccans heal through natural means. "Droughts" or "Potions" are just teas, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, WICCA means "all-knowing". So for now, i'll leave you with a thought to ponder: "He who knows keeps silent; He who doesn't know..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9120602-110117071945163915?l=frankleefrankly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/110117071945163915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9120602&amp;postID=110117071945163915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110117071945163915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110117071945163915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/2004/11/which-witch-am-i.html' title='Which Witch am I?'/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120602.post-110116863237465754</id><published>2004-11-22T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T14:34:06.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hermy-oh-ninny... Hermione... Me?!</title><content type='html'>Puh-lease! My hair's much LUSHIER (oooh... I coined a new word! Nyahahahaha!) than little-miss-perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know my story. I have an internet brother, who shares my enthusiasm for Harry Potter. By the way, I call him Harry. Why? He's so hairy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he baptized me after little-miss-perfect. So rude! I'm not a perfectionist (ahem...), I'm not bossy (uh...), and I'm certainly not a know-it-all (that one's very true, thank God).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my hair (What?! Hey this is my blog. Got a problem? ^_^) . It's silky, straight, and a good accessory to any attire. Hermione's hair is so unmanageable, she puts Harry's hair to shame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nuff said about my hair. So what connects me to little-miss-perfect? Is it wrong to be a little (ahem) concerned about rule-breaking? Nuh-uhh! Hey, I was not voted class beadle in senior high school for nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't get me wrong. A little rule-breaking is good for anyone's egos. It grounds us and prevents us from being one of those holier-than-thou, better-than-thou, and bestest*cough*-than-thou egotistic maniacs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, my blood's boiling! Have to drink my lavender-concentrated relaxing drought now. My specialty from potions class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9120602-110116863237465754?l=frankleefrankly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/110116863237465754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9120602&amp;postID=110116863237465754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110116863237465754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110116863237465754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/2004/11/hermy-oh-ninny-hermione-me.html' title='Hermy-oh-ninny... Hermione... Me?!'/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120602.post-110116738016541233</id><published>2004-11-22T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T21:03:04.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream, Imagine, Live!</title><content type='html'>Whoever said daydreaming is bad? Not beneficial? Impractical? Let that person come to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever heard of a person not capable of daydreaming? It's unheard of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daydreaming is a ways to escape reality. Now that may sound bad, but it really depends on where and when you daydream. Bless you if, heaven forbid, you get a daydream attack while crossing the street!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and most inventions are made through daydreams! Now there's a thought - scientists are the ones who started this nonsense! They said that anyone who daydreams are unsatisfied with their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good for them scientists who have broads beside them! Daydreaming is escapism in a supposedly good way. A monotonous life, with a boring job, a nagging wife, three nasty toddlers and a record full of mortgages is enought to send a gentleman to the brink of insanity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I hope you're not daydreaming while you're reading this blog! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9120602-110116738016541233?l=frankleefrankly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/110116738016541233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9120602&amp;postID=110116738016541233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110116738016541233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110116738016541233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/2004/11/dream-imagine-live.html' title='Dream, Imagine, Live!'/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120602.post-110116694182946075</id><published>2004-11-22T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T16:16:09.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parting of Ways</title><content type='html'>You have to appreciate what you have, while you can. It's not everyday you're given the same kind of grace by the divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy's been part of my life since being hired by PeopleSupport (Phils.) Inc. She was always there when I'm full of chikka that I simply must tell someone. Oh, and the food trips! God, I'll miss those. Hmm, she must be my soulmate in our previous lives. I've never seen anyone who ate as much, or more, than I do! And everytime I have a problem, she's always there (except when she goes ahead with Mommy Leah and leaves Daddy Jaeger &amp;amp; me behind, hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only two kinds of secrets, I always say: one is not worth keeping, and the other one is too good to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy's the latter. I just wish she could be with us all the way through training, and eventually, up to going live on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't get me wrong. I can keep secrets. Oh, yes I can, honey! You know how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... a memory like a leaky cauldron like mine, hah! Good luck to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9120602-110116694182946075?l=frankleefrankly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/110116694182946075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9120602&amp;postID=110116694182946075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110116694182946075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110116694182946075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/2004/11/parting-of-ways.html' title='Parting of Ways'/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120602.post-110108401793087055</id><published>2004-11-21T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T16:44:07.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mangitlog Ka!</title><content type='html'>Goodness gracious, mama mia! It's our first day of nesting, and everything feels so... is there a word for this feeling? Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Butterflies in my stomach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Feeling I ate too much (or too little [actually none at all!])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          Floating (huh?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        Grrr... I hope this day ends soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I'm feeling a bit adventurous. Maybe this day wouldn't be so bad after all. Ever get the feeling that something bad might turn out differently? I think this is a first for me. Not even McDonald's gave me this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Now I remember! I think it was when I was assigned to host a Little Miss McDo pageant. Now what gave them the idea that I can host a beauty pageant? I don't even watch Miss Universe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why haven't I thought of that? What I did in McDonald's was just &lt;strong&gt;wing it&lt;/strong&gt;. Just go with the flow, learn from my mistakes, and give what the audience asks for. Am I wrong when I say "the customer knows what s/he wants"? The audience call for encores, I give them a HELL of an encore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only problem now is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              WHERE DID MY SENSE OF HUMOR GO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9120602-110108401793087055?l=frankleefrankly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/110108401793087055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9120602&amp;postID=110108401793087055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110108401793087055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110108401793087055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/2004/11/mangitlog-ka.html' title='Mangitlog Ka!'/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120602.post-110050459312323368</id><published>2004-11-14T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T23:43:13.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Ups and Downs</title><content type='html'>Aaah what a weekend! New aquisitions galore! Mommy Leah got a dolphin(s) tatoo, Daddy Jaegz and I had our ears pierced! Not really my thing, but I think it's cool. It'd be coooler if I have another piercing. Got any suggestions? Same ear? Eye brow? Nose? The &lt;toot!&gt;! Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the downer: my left cheek got swollen! Dunno what happened, but all of a sudden, I got fat overnight! Well, let's just look at the bright side: I still have my LUSCIOUS hair! Nyahahaha! Booyah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9120602-110050459312323368?l=frankleefrankly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/110050459312323368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9120602&amp;postID=110050459312323368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110050459312323368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110050459312323368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/2004/11/weekend-ups-and-downs.html' title='Weekend Ups and Downs'/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120602.post-110031148233206386</id><published>2004-11-12T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T18:04:42.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/320/b899.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Taz! This is me "at work" in Cyber &amp; Cappuccino, THE internet cafe in Cagayan de Oro City. (At work daw o...)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9120602-110031148233206386?l=frankleefrankly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/110031148233206386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9120602&amp;postID=110031148233206386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110031148233206386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110031148233206386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-love-taz-this-is-me-at-work-in-cyber.html' title=''/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120602.post-110023728322948659</id><published>2004-11-11T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T21:28:03.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Hurdle: Success!</title><content type='html'>At last, the third exam out of six is done! Now I can breathe easier - and I still have a life-line intact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm still not satisfied. I'm not really being true to myself, but I really like someone, and I still don't know how to tell this person. Maybe I should follow Jaeger's advice - "Take it slow... so slow..." Hehehe... Though I have &lt;em&gt;this person's &lt;/em&gt;number, I still cannot send &lt;em&gt;ahem... &lt;/em&gt;an SMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so let's say for arguement's sake that I'm already taken. Let's say that my present love partner is away. Does that give me the &lt;em&gt;freedom&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;express my love&lt;/em&gt; to someone else? Can a person be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; loving?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so confused...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9120602-110023728322948659?l=frankleefrankly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/110023728322948659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9120602&amp;postID=110023728322948659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110023728322948659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110023728322948659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/2004/11/3rd-hurdle-success.html' title='3rd Hurdle: Success!'/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120602.post-110022492709214113</id><published>2004-11-11T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T18:02:07.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Series: Frankly Speaking</title><content type='html'>Haller! New series here. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED! The contents of this page may be gross, overly exaggerated, or just plain funny. The author is not responsible for any health problems (i.e. difficulty in breathing, vommitting, accelerated heart rate...) the postings in this blog this might create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you out there may be able to relate to the stories or thoughts following my life. GIVE COMMENTS! Did I do well in that instance? Should I have chosen another way? Is the person I'm about to talk about FAMILIAR to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being frank is a gift and a curse. Relate to my stories and decide if being frank is worth the risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read on!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9120602-110022492709214113?l=frankleefrankly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/feeds/110022492709214113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9120602&amp;postID=110022492709214113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110022492709214113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9120602/posts/default/110022492709214113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frankleefrankly.blogspot.com/2004/11/new-series-frankly-speaking.html' title='New Series: Frankly Speaking'/><author><name>FrankLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228563697154158048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/30/2337/640/b899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
