<?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-3343090211084968896</id><updated>2012-01-25T17:57:01.300+08:00</updated><category term='on work'/><category term='work'/><category term='thinking out loud'/><title type='text'>Honestly Speaking...</title><subtitle type='html'>random bits from a random life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-1511382593052823301</id><published>2009-12-03T01:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T01:51:13.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on a lazy wednesday</title><content type='html'>it's been a really good day. i haven't spent this much time at home in a while now, so i'm glad i got the chance to just bum around for a day, although i don't like the circumstances in which this opportunity came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was sort of a mababaw/malalim day. i got to pig out, get my hair did (mom finally got the chance to glop henna all over my hair), and sleep all day, but i also got to think a little bit about my options in life. i know i've been saying it a lot but i think it needs to be said again: do i really want to be stuck in this kind of job forever? there are a lot of pros to being where i am, but also a lot of reasons why i should leave, and as always, i'm torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a very mababaw side, i went to Pampanga on a food trip last weekend and came home about a zillion pounds heavier but a lot happier and also starbucks planner-laden :D it is good to be home though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent about half my salary on clothes. God help me, i'm starting to buy clothes and it's addicting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-1511382593052823301?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/1511382593052823301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=1511382593052823301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/1511382593052823301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/1511382593052823301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-lazy-wednesday.html' title='on a lazy wednesday'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-1982278411912247165</id><published>2008-10-24T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:27:55.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am officially jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting next month, Mel will be our cameraman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna kill myself. i wanna go back to going on coverages and not be stuck in the office effin GROUNDED. what am i, 5?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-1982278411912247165?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/1982278411912247165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=1982278411912247165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/1982278411912247165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/1982278411912247165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-officially-jealous.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-8988625944976385495</id><published>2008-10-19T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T00:03:50.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>about ten blog entries crammed into one</title><content type='html'>i'm zeriously scared. i think i broke our office's DVCam. i inserted a tape in it yesterday to rewind so i could shotlist. and then horror of horrors, it begins to go on the fritz. as in, the friggin tape won't get ejected. Rely says it might be cuz the tape inside snapped, the guy manning the Custodian office at ABS said it might be cuz the office is cold and the camera might have gotten moist inside, and the guys at maintenance apparently are stupid and don't know anything (literally they said they didn't know what to do). WHAT SHOULD I DO???&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;in other news, Nix, Adi and Brian just left for CamSur, the lucky bastards. i hope they bring me back some goodies. otherwise i'll eat their heads off.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm kinda on a lag with the latest music, but i'd just like to share that i am totally in love with a song by The Script called The Man Who Can't Be Moved. it's just so sad and about a guy who won't move from a street corner until the girl he's in love with comes back for him when she decides she loves him after all. okay, kind of creepy the way i relay it, but the sentiment is so touching and the song gives me those "aaaw" feelings. :D i've been listening to it nonstop since Friday :D&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;i also got my hair cut today. Jamie is so gonna kill me because she's been away on all these coverages for EC, and hasn't had time to get a haircut when she really wants to, and i was... well it wasn't in my plans to get a haircut. i wanted to get my eyebrows waxed though but i still haven't. but whee! it's a lot shorter now, like a year's worth of hair was cut (well, maybe half a year's) and it's sort of layered now. :) but i like it and it's got the nikki seal of approval so i'm doubly proud that i got it cut. haha now to get my 'brows waxed.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;what's a good planner to get for next year? i'm torn between the new belle de jour and a starbucks one. or i could get a generic loser one straight from natio and "glam it up" (har as if i had the time or the strength). or ooh, one of those arty-farty ones you can get from Fully Booked. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking back at the year that is about to end, and... i guess what i'd really like to say is that a lot has changed. not to be miss ignorant or petty or anything, but man has the world changed, and as citizens of the world, i see everyone around me changing as well. not to say that i never thought change was possible, but the magnitude of change in my life and in the other lives i see as well is really big, sometimes great, sometimes not so. para bang andami nating lahat na napgdaanan. i don't know exactly how to describe what i'm thinking though so if it's vague... well, i think i'll just leave it for until my end of the year blog special. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done blogging for the night/week/month/year. :D so good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-8988625944976385495?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8988625944976385495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=8988625944976385495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8988625944976385495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8988625944976385495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/10/about-ten-blog-entries-crammed-into-one.html' title='about ten blog entries crammed into one'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-4589128651888501599</id><published>2008-10-14T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T00:49:26.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hooray for happy thoughts!</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling awfully drained lately. it seems like everywhere i turn, there is an opportunity for a fresh set of complaints, and grabe, i so do not want to become negative. i've been down that road before and it's not pretty. so instead of clinging on to negative thoughts, today i shall think happy thoughts! focus on the positive, as they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;like the fact that i already have half the money i need for the digicam saved up (more than what i originally projected over the course of 3 paydays)  so hopefully talaga by November i get to buy it na from TP in time for Christmas!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;or the fact that after that, i have resolved to start saving up for a laptop, just so i don't keep whining about how i don't have one&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i was able to coordinate all of the EC coverages today! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i found a more efficient way to transcribe and as soon as i get a laptop (hopefully by December, my very own Christmas gift to myself), i shall definitely be spending more time in the newsroom :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that allowance thing anne and i have resolved to keep ourselves on definitely works! sure i deviate now and again, but i am really able to save now and i'm so happy! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i was able to download a boatload of new songs over the weekend and am now in the process of organizing my iPod into little playlists para fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;there are of course things that are cause for worry, but hey focusing on the positive will definitely help me through it (i hope!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-4589128651888501599?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/4589128651888501599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=4589128651888501599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/4589128651888501599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/4589128651888501599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/10/hooray-for-happy-thoughts.html' title='hooray for happy thoughts!'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-3244931890699444014</id><published>2008-10-11T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:04:19.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home on a Saturday! :D</title><content type='html'>i am so glad i got to spend my whole day at home just being a total slob. sure i should have cleaned my room a bit (a lot) but for my first saturday at home in a really long time (and i think my last one in for a really long time afterward), i just wanted to CHILL and be... well, a slob. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although inasmuch as i loved being at home, i kinda miss the office. please don't bonk me in the head for that. haha! i guess i just miss the not needing to do anything at all for a whole day. but, heh whatever i still lurve being at home. cuz next saturday we'll be swamped with work. grar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was able to download a LOT of music today and my basic task for the day was just to reorganize my crazy full iPod. i had to delete quite a few songs to make room for the new ones, and it sorta breaks my heart sometimes, because it's getting to a point where i actually LIKE all the songs in my iPod as opposed to before where i just sorta cram everything in there because there's too much space to fill. now, i have a mental battle in my head over all the songs. like: "do you really listen to this song? how many times have you skipped over it? yeah you listen to that song when you're (insert mood here) but when was the last time you LISTENED to it?" yeah, i was that sort of bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also added a new playlist, called covers+oldies where i put all the music that were covers or old songs, and 82 out of my 676 songs fits into that category. well,mostly cuz i got acquainted with Boyce Avenue a couple of months back and i decided to download some of their stuff today. i also got some songs from the Gap Favorite Songs album (i super recommend John Legend's 'Hello, It's Me' and Jason Mraz's 'One Love')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also erased my dance playlist because it hasn't been updated in a while. i like to do that, actually. delete my playlists and start over again. it gives me "something to do". hahahaha but now i have an empty playlist. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really should make a commuting playlist though. hehe and a while-you're-bored-at-the-office one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have recently opened a Plurk account, broadening my web obsession by one more site. here's hoping i still get some sort of work done. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm rambling, so i'm off to bed. good night! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-3244931890699444014?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/3244931890699444014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=3244931890699444014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/3244931890699444014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/3244931890699444014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/10/home-on-saturday-d.html' title='home on a Saturday! :D'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-904098305038653564</id><published>2008-10-01T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:11:35.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the whole point kids, is there is no point</title><content type='html'>i am old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now freely admit that. heck, i shall embrace the fact that at 23, i am considered old. decrepit, shall we say (i kid, of course). at parties, i am the one griping on and on about work and am the one being constantly asked about work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck, even tin's boyfriend thought i was the eldest based solely on the fact that by the last clumtards reunion/drink night, i was the only one with a job. (but hey achi denise now has a job too, which means she is older than i am. forever. mwahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.am.old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this fact driven home on Sept21, where i lament at my lola and dad's birthday party about the fact that everyone has a sembreak, and i DO NOT. so while they are planning on where they will go for sembreak, i go and say: "so kids (!!!), lubus-lubusin nyo na ang mga bakasyon nyo dahil pag-nagtrabaho na kayo wala na yan lahat. ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this. line. came. from. me. from out of nowhere. and of course every college-aged person there laugh their asses off coz the line came from me, ms.-i-bummed-for-ten-months-coz-i-was-too-lazy-to-look-for-a-real-job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to bum again. just so we have our priorities straight, which is luj&gt;family&gt;work. HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loooved hangin out with my college friends cuz the last time i hung out with any of them was about 6 or 5 months ago (i don't remember when sar and i hung out last but she maintains it was later than march so, ok) we got together cuz of the bonfire and it was pretty fun! i spend all this time at work with my officemates, and by now i'm sure the people who know me a tad better to call me friend rather than acquaintance would know that i have a tendency to "forget" old friends when moving into "new" worlds. anyway, so i spend all my time with them, and my whole world now is the office (and of course the people i can't "forget", my family) and wala lang it was so nice to catch up with all my old friends. i got to meet so many of the ones i've amassed over the years,and you know, nostalgia kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i present to you, my friends, yet another reason why i am old. because when you are old, nostalgia kicks  in. when you are young you do not lament over time passed. when you are old, you huddle up in a corner with friends and go: where has the time gone? when i saw you last (insert witty remark/lament/insult/compliment here). and then you go around telling people I MISS YOU GUYS! we should do this more often and hug everyone like you haven't seen them for ten years and they (or you) are about to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet there are still just some things that click, y'know? like the fact that after 1 1/2 years since college, everyone is different and yet still the same. the same old jokes revisited, the same old people to tsismis about... but with new material, of course. it's comforting to know i still have friends outside of work, even though Lord only knows why i have friends, period on account of i'm such a b-word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, time for this old lady to check herself into bed. g'night now ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-904098305038653564?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/904098305038653564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=904098305038653564' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/904098305038653564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/904098305038653564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-whole-point-kids-is-there-is-no.html' title='and the whole point kids, is there is no point'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-1333341854596790579</id><published>2008-09-29T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:17:16.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't mean to gripe on and on but.. actually i do.</title><content type='html'>it's just that i'm so sick of you. sure we get along most of the time, but when you treat me like an infant i just want to strangle you until i don't have to worry about hearing from you ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could resign just so i don't have to work with you, believe me i really would, it's just it's really bad timing right now. ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-1333341854596790579?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/1333341854596790579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=1333341854596790579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/1333341854596790579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/1333341854596790579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-mean-to-gripe-on-and-on-but.html' title='i don&apos;t mean to gripe on and on but.. actually i do.'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-9060837414997390481</id><published>2008-09-28T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:06:03.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so where was i when ateneo bagged the men's bball title?</title><content type='html'>i was in the office, cheering with several other Ateneans and fans who couldn't get away from work. hahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ok, this post is probably 3 days too late. but i'm still happy to report that i went from sporting an indifferent attitude towards sports in general and basketball to be specific, to actually watching the final 2 games of the season and screaming my lungs out, although i did watch game 1 at home (with a bunch of screaming fans - my family) and again, game 2 at the office (with a bunch of raving lunatics. okay that mostly described me. haha)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;all i can say is the ateneo community in the office makes up for a huge chunk of the people. you realize this on occasions like this, when work seems to stop and all the televisions in the newsroom, usually tuned to different channels for monitoring and are thus on mute to prevent disruption of work, are almost all now tuned to studio 23 for the live telecast. the eruption of cheers as the final buzzer sounds... priceless. it's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a helluva lot better than watching alone, i tell ya. and in my opinion, i think the third best place to watch an ADMU-DLSU game is at this office (third to actually being in araneta and in school). (plus for the lulz, one anchor actually asked us: so kailan ang next game? um, tapos na. champion na ang ateneo. hahaha)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;funny that the school spirit bug finally bit me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after &lt;/span&gt;i actually graduate from school. oh well, see y'all at the bonfire! ;-)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i actually miss being in school. i wish i could be there to bask in the glory of knowing we are the champions. it's days like those (and when i'm swamped with work) that i wish i were still a student :-) pag-uusapan talaga yan for days on end eh, the "where were you when we won?" questions, the "next season ulit!" comments... haha whereas sa office, back to work kami mga 5 minutes after. well, except for me and jamie, who felt the need to go apeshit and actually chant the school song with fist raised through the hallways of the office. and i, being the good friend that i am, walked along and laughed at her. hahahahahaha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so where were you when we won? :-)&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-9060837414997390481?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/9060837414997390481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=9060837414997390481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/9060837414997390481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/9060837414997390481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-where-was-i-when-ateneo-bagged-men.html' title='so where was i when ateneo bagged the men&amp;#39;s bball title?'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-4870170447779936533</id><published>2008-09-25T05:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:02:58.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing, Testing... 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;... and, we're back!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fall TV is the best TV in all the world, just wanted to resurrect my dead blog here with that thought. haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;so what have i been watching?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Project Runway - ooh can't wait to see who gets Auf'd next&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Project Runway Philippines - purely for the Phillip Tampus LOL-worthy english moments. choz of course for the fashion, what else? haha and my heart breaks for the way that my all-time favorite, Ivan, was super mourned over last ep :D&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Gossip Girl - OMGWTFBBQ HAPPENED??&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;One Tree Hill - see above. hahaha and omg my first bawl of the season courtesy of this show. as in from start to finish of ep 3 i was crying like a crazy girl in front of the laptop at 1 in the morning. i'd like to blame it on the hormones, but that episode was really something.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;House - such a big 'awww' season premiere, really. oh, and cool medical case. currently downloading ep2&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;How I Met Your Mother - (!!!!!!!!!) OOOOOOOOOOOOOMG!!!!! yun lang. hahaha&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Heroes - i read the recap of this episode before i actually watched it. but i have to say it was so weird to see it all played out. but i have to admit i am losing my interest in this show. :( as in, i was playing freecell (a fairly new addiction) and IM-ing mervin and sarah while watching &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;oh, and i'm waiting for these to air, too:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Pushing Daisies&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Private Practice&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Samantha Who?&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Dollhouse, which will begin midseason and is a new Joss Whedon creation starring Eliza Dushku :D should be fun!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;i also want to watch these shows but have absolutely no more time:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Reaper&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Chuck&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Fringe&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Lipstick Jungle - for the Kirby Love. rar he so hot! haha&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Boston Legal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;suffice to say i have no social life. which, oddly is cool with me. at least i don't have to spend so much to have a good time. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-4870170447779936533?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/4870170447779936533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=4870170447779936533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/4870170447779936533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/4870170447779936533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/09/testing-testing-5-4-3-2-1.html' title='Testing, Testing... 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-62230618690599420</id><published>2008-09-17T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:01:30.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am immensely bored with my job. i have recently been restricted to an office-bound type of work because of certain happenings, and it's really annoying. on the one hand i am grateful that at least my work isn't tied up to constant pull outs at weird hours of the morning so i don't have to go to the office as early anymore, but seeing my co-workers go out on shoots make me feel a teensy bit- okay a lot- jealous. i wish it were me. i wish i could still have the privilege of going out to coverages. and I WISH I WEREN'T STUCK IN THE OFFICE where i certainly am annoying everyone with my constant whining about how bored i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-62230618690599420?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/62230618690599420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=62230618690599420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/62230618690599420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/62230618690599420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-immensely-bored-with-my-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-6901445428773674234</id><published>2008-09-13T09:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T09:43:51.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there is so much to blog about when you don't blog regularly like you did before</title><content type='html'>and again i am faced with the same dilemma that i always face when things are starting to be too much, which is answering the question: When is it enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am surviving, like i always do. but you so know i'll keep hanging on until they decide not to keep me anymore. it will be their choice, not mine, no matter how much earlier i decide i can't take any more. just like old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is always the same story, i think. the same vicious cycle. of you having to prove yourself. people approving. you making mistakes, them beginning to make up stories about you to the point where you are asked to leave without having a chance to clearly explain yourself. rinse, lather and repeat. only this time, it really will be part of my resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some days i wish i can just live under a rock, or actually BE a rock just so i don't have to deal with messy relationships that clearly will lead to nowhere in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;the holiday season is fast approaching, and i'm so excited :) it will be my first Christmas as a (hopefully this will still be true) gainfully employed person, and i am looking forward to all the fun i will be having (regardless of whether or not i am employed. hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;you know how i love watching stuff to get music to listen to? well, i watched the first two episodes of the new season of Gossip Girl, and there was this scene in the first episode where Blair gets down from the jitney and Chuck is waiting for her. cue emo music. cue my brain working on overdrive because &lt;em&gt;i absolutely friggin love the song now. &lt;/em&gt;so if you loved the song like i did, the song is by a punk band called Motion City Soundtrack, and the track is called Fell In Love Without You, the acoustic version. i so love the refrain which goes:&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every aching wound, will cauterize and bruise&lt;br /&gt;In memory of what we used to call in love&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell, if violins will swell&lt;br /&gt;In memory of what we used to call in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;it is of course, sort of a sad song, and you all know how much i love sad songs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to work for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. to everyone who watches Project Runway USA, is anyone else as annoyed by Kenley as I am? that girl is so full of herself! and as for the Philippine version, i loved how Rajo was turning bright red with rage this week cuz of Eli's superfantabulous mess of a dress. hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-6901445428773674234?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6901445428773674234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=6901445428773674234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/6901445428773674234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/6901445428773674234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-is-so-much-to-blog-about-when-you.html' title='there is so much to blog about when you don&apos;t blog regularly like you did before'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-1749145009870359252</id><published>2008-08-19T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:29:54.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my allergies are killing me. figuratively, of course. unless it's possible to die from sneezing too much. wait. that IS possible, isn't it? ah, crud. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently listening to this artist i picked up on while browsing through books at Fully Booked in Greenhills. her name is Marie Digby and the album is entitled "Unfold". Her voice kinda sounds like Mandy Moore, but the melodies in her songs are really great, in my opinion. it's sort of like an album actually, that you can listen to while you're sleeping, because there's a very relaxed feel to her songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of music, i was on my way to the office a while ago and i was thinking about the whole lyrics vs. melody debate i read about in a magazine somewhere a few months back (yes, people. that is how obsessive and random my mind is). i realize that for me, although lyrics do have some weight when i decide what to listen to, sometimes a great melody overrides crappy lyrics (hence the reason why i actually like "No Air" by Jordin Sparks and Chris Brown despite the fact that my officemates totally hate the song). A good and haunting melody, especially, grips me so much that sometimes i forget to listen to the lyrics altogether until a few repeats after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my perennial favorite (at least for now) with haunting melody is Five For Fighting's "Dying". despite the fact that it's by a cheesy artist, i still really love it. but i do admit that i now listen to it because of the words that have been crafted with the melody. haunting melody+haunting lyrics= one heck of a great song. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another song that i've liked for the better part of the year now has been The Fray's Vienna. now this is the classic example of what i mean when i say i don't listen for the lyrics, because up until now, i don't know what they're singing in that track, i just like chilling out to the beautiful melody of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why am i blogging about music at 12:30 at midnight? i don't know. i'm too keyed up to sleep for some reason, despite the fact that i've been awake since 7-ish in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-1749145009870359252?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/1749145009870359252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=1749145009870359252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/1749145009870359252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/1749145009870359252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-allergies-are-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-5326602333601452445</id><published>2008-08-13T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:13:52.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness!</title><content type='html'>I am officially a TV junkie. American TV that is. i listed down all the shows i'll be watching when fall season comes around and what do you know? i have 11. ELEVEN. insane. hahaha granted some shows naman i can wait until the dvd version comes out. or can download during the hiatus or something but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my calling cards last Wednesday. wuhoo! now i just need people to pass them on to. hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am terribly sad at having to part with hard-earned cash to pay for phone bills. meaning: i paid some of my debt off today. huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my snoopy cousin who writes the food blog: try La Regalade, in Pasay Road. the chef, Alain Raye is a Michelin 2-star chef. food's a bit pricey but generous servings :D and yuuuuum food :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-5326602333601452445?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5326602333601452445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=5326602333601452445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/5326602333601452445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/5326602333601452445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/08/madness.html' title='Madness!'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-8412840828222171350</id><published>2008-08-08T09:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:02:47.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;with all the drama that went on, this week went by so fast i didn't even notice it. it's like i went to sleep on a Monday and i woke up today, on a Friday. i'm not kidding either. it went by THAT fast. today is the day we get our salaries. thank the heavens for i have no more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lazy, i don't wanna go to work today. it feels like such a chore (and speaking of chores i have a bunch of stuff to sort pala that i've been putting off. hay il do it tomorrow. whatev)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-8412840828222171350?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8412840828222171350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=8412840828222171350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8412840828222171350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8412840828222171350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/08/with-all-drama-that-went-on-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-2845170941219326372</id><published>2008-07-31T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:00:00.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>6 months in</title><content type='html'>it just sunk in right this very minute, as i was thinking of what to blog about, that i have been employed for exactly 6 months. i started working February 1, and now it's July 31. with all the craziness in the office today, i totally forgot that i wanted to sort of celebrate this "milestone" with my officemates (sorta).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking about what mamu said, whether we really did this to ourselves, procrastinate to the point where we're all now rushing things that should/might/could have been done by now. although i think in some ways she is right, i also think that there is simply too much to do that you can't do everything ahead of schedule. some things will have to be set aside to rush on a later date. or, i don't know. maybe we are just lazy shites who love working til the very last minute, basking in the shared tension of the mountain of unfinished work we have to dive into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead tired. i desperately want the comforts that my mattress is offering to me. and yet i must plow on. although i could leave it off til the morning. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so hard to go to work and have to plink away on machines that should have seen retirement about a decade ago (i kid you not, my computer still runs on a windows '98 platform). i now totally get why jamie is rarely in the office. it is because our office equipment sucks. well, the pay sucks too but that is another issue entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have concluded that i am too tired to function. therefore, i will adjourn to the bed i am currently sitting on and shall reconvene with my tapes at 6 in the morning. here's to hoping that i wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yeah, before my 7th month officially starts in a minute (literally) happy 6-monthsary to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-2845170941219326372?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/2845170941219326372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=2845170941219326372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/2845170941219326372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/2845170941219326372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/07/6-months-in.html' title='6 months in'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-2660797692074356346</id><published>2008-07-25T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:03:51.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so excited for my "day off" tomorrow. granted, it was like i had a day off today on account of i ditched work (with permission, of course) to go to ICA and help my friend Martin with his presentation thing (although all i did was provide comic relief everytime i'd forget to click for the next slide, and... well, click the mouse for the next slide. and help him not get lost. haha),but tomorrow, i will get to sleep the whole day away here at home. wuhoo! color me extra excited. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i officially hate red ants now. with a passion. they make my life hard. the infestation here at home is annoying. and a burden. burn in hell, red ants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-2660797692074356346?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/2660797692074356346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=2660797692074356346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/2660797692074356346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/2660797692074356346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-so-excited-for-my-day-off-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-3040299772958808716</id><published>2008-07-22T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:54:44.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i should have said:</title><content type='html'>for future reference, that wasn't how you treat women. or people, for that matter. if you want respect, you have to give it back, too. and just so we're clear, the last vestiges of respect that i had for you just flew out the window, along with any kind of hope that we could be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just so messed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-3040299772958808716?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/3040299772958808716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=3040299772958808716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/3040299772958808716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/3040299772958808716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-i-should-have-said.html' title='what i should have said:'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-4322030959633668978</id><published>2008-07-21T16:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:09:05.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>culture shock</title><content type='html'>iba talaga ang environment sa office namin. i still can't get used to it, even after more than 5 months of working here. i still get surprised by things happening here. or maybe it's because i started paying closer attention to the happenings in this office and that's why i've started getting shocked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for the record, let's clear something up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not looking for a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck, at this point in time, i'm not even looking for a MALE friend. it only complicates things. and makes me tsismis material. i'm so sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if i'm close to my guy friends? it does not mean i like them that way. sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to YOU: i am not yours. you have SOMEONE ELSE. stop hitting on me. or getting all jealous because you THINK someone else is hitting on me. he isn't, but you have NO RIGHT. AT ALL. deeeezgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para namang ngayon lang kayo nakakita ng babae. pft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what's frustrating about a small office. people are in your face asking you/speculating about your personal life all the friggin time. like they have a right to know what goes on in it.wala akong social life. pero wag nyo kong imbentuhan ng social life. hindi ko yun kailangan. what i need to do right now is accumulate wealth so i can be rich. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iinom na lang ulit ako. alcoholic ampucha. hahahahahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-4322030959633668978?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/4322030959633668978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=4322030959633668978' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/4322030959633668978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/4322030959633668978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/07/culture-shocki.html' title='culture shock'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-8190222560522361411</id><published>2008-07-18T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T23:00:29.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm glad this week is almost over. tonight was one of the better ways to end the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i could keep you both and just chill, all day everyday. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is hard when you're the bottom feeder. everything gets passed to you. especially when the person immediately above you is named ************.  good friend, sucky co-worker. i honestly wish for the day when i don't have to work with you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-8190222560522361411?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8190222560522361411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=8190222560522361411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8190222560522361411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8190222560522361411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-glad-this-week-is-almost-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-5828630761637996251</id><published>2008-07-11T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:36:47.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>band band band hahaha</title><content type='html'> &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;from aligs. hahahaha FUNFUNFUNNEEE!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:random"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Click &lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The last four words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.&lt;br&gt;(If you want to do this again, you'll hit refresh to generate new quotes, because clicking the quotes link again will just give you the same quotes over and over again.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Click &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Click &lt;a href="http://www.randomwebsite.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The first ten links you end up in (minus the .coms) are your 10 song titles.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Larry/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Larry/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-7.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Larry/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Larry/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-9.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Larry/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-10.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Larry/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-11.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.thecolorpurple.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SHdvDwoKCtkAAAvMgKA1/untitled.JPG?et=W7MLJiSe%2BUrr2mSJyYPHKA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;ol style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brad Lands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The News&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Great Pop Supplement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CACP (catholics against capital punishment)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fourth Rotor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;House of Kyle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wake Up Punk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Global Exchange&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bluestockings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Backstreet UK&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;ang ganda ng album ko. hahahahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Larry/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Larry/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Larry/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Larry/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Larry/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Larry/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt=""&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-5828630761637996251?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5828630761637996251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=5828630761637996251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/5828630761637996251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/5828630761637996251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/07/band-band-band-hahaha.html' title='band band band hahaha'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-6682509449636481401</id><published>2008-06-20T09:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T09:27:36.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random news</title><content type='html'>i am dying very very slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past three weeks it seems as if all i do is drink and eat and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week alone i've had three nights of drinking sprees (mon-wed). last week i had three as well (tues, fri, sat) and the week before that, two (tues, fri).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alcohol is my only friend. hahahahahahahaha although in my defense that mon wed thing this week was really for work (absolut mango launch parties), and last tues was a birthday thing. but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;i seem to be getting along better with all of my officemates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;i finished reading twilight this week, having bought it last sunday. i actually kinda like it! i thought the first part was a bit dragging, but it pulled through in the end, and i am looking forward to buying the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;i so desperately want it to be the weekend already. i am so tired, i just want to sleep til 12 in the afternoon and bum away like old times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-6682509449636481401?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6682509449636481401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=6682509449636481401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/6682509449636481401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/6682509449636481401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-news.html' title='random news'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-2505013283116670929</id><published>2008-06-09T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:06:12.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last week was ever so fun! but now it's "back to work" for everyone, and tomorrow will be a totally different story. i keep promising to myself that i would not complain as much about work, but the weird hours will REALLY get to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be writing a one-minuter today. right now. because today is the script deadline. but i am seriously not feeling ANYTHING. i'm dying here. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-2505013283116670929?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/2505013283116670929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=2505013283116670929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/2505013283116670929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/2505013283116670929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-week-was-ever-so-fun-but-now-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-9061604758305441075</id><published>2008-05-28T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T23:51:13.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's time for one of those random, cryptic entries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOMG. college crush. thisclose to also being... (drumroll please): OFFICE CRUSH. i kid you not. i think God is telling me something. it's a sign. KAMI DAPAT. DAPAT MAGING KAMI. CHOZ!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND another OMG. WHEN WILL THIS END????! and for more, there are now TWO totally inappropriate people. what is it with me and inappropriate/ill-matched people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooh... A(my officemate) and I have decided to join a gym within the office premises. it promises to be fun. that is, if we ever get off our lazy asses and actually go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i swear i need to lose weight. im beginning to have dimples on my face. sana maging kasing-payat ko yung tarp face ko. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-9061604758305441075?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/9061604758305441075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=9061604758305441075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/9061604758305441075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/9061604758305441075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-time-for-one-of-those-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-7213921805851028985</id><published>2008-05-10T11:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:31:44.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm really beat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;on the level of tired i'd say i was on "pretty", bordering on "very, very deathly"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i need another year of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was supposed to go to DOLE by 9am for a seminar on child labor. considering the fact that i got home at 2 from sofitel, and slept at around 4, i woke up an hour earlier than my alarm... 6am. i really die now. and then i get a text message from anne saying they don't need me at the DOLE thing after all. i wanted to go back to sleep, but something in my heart is stopping me from doing so, i have no idea what. still too keyed up to sleep, but too tired to do more than type away on a keyboard. i've acomplished these things so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;fixed the settings on my bitcomet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;died upon sight of very madugong production schedule for the month of may&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;emailed various people various (very work-related) things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;panicked silently inside my heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;i am going to miss our OJTs. they made my life so much easier, and very soon i will have to transcribe and shotlist all tapes by myself again. my heart is bleeding so badly. sana magkaroon ng DLSU OJTs. hahahahahahaha or at the very mostest, Lord, please give us a new PA :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-7213921805851028985?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7213921805851028985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=7213921805851028985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/7213921805851028985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/7213921805851028985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-really-beat.html' title='i&apos;m really beat'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-8494468559674745208</id><published>2008-05-01T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:47:05.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sawi songs</title><content type='html'>heartbreak songs (or sawi songs, as i'm fond of calling them) are the best to listen and sing to. there's just so much more emotion than those fruity in-love songs, so of course you (or i), as the listener, feels it THAT much more. of course there are those stand out love songs that make you feel as in love as it should, but sawi songs are THE best. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;or maybe i'm just saying that cuz i'm single. and therefore bitter. HAHAHAHA&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyway, i heard this five for fighting song recently, and it's kinda old-ish but i've fallen in love with it. the melody and lyrics really haunt me for some odd reason. so here it is&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;DYING- Five For Fighting&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm Dying, Dying to wake up without you, without you in my head again&lt;br&gt; I'm Dying, Dying to forget about you, that you ever lived&lt;br&gt; There's a shade come over this heart that's coping with laying down to rest&lt;br&gt; I'm Dying to live without you again&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I'm Dying, Dying to find a distraction, get you away from me&lt;br&gt; I'm Dying, Dying to reach a conclusion, so that the world can see&lt;br&gt; It's the same old story of love and glory that broke before it bent&lt;br&gt; I'm Dying to live without you again&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The first time you left I said goodbye&lt;br&gt; Now there's not a prayer that can survive&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Dying, Dying to die just to come back so we can meet again&lt;br&gt; Dying, Dying to say what I always should have said&lt;br&gt; It's a strange emotion this but there's still hope in this&lt;br&gt; As long as there's a breath...&lt;br&gt; I'm Dying and I can't live without you again&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; It's a strange emotion this but there's still hope in this&lt;br&gt; As long as there's a breath...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I'm Dying and I can't live without you&lt;br&gt; I'm Dying and I can't live without you again&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-8494468559674745208?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8494468559674745208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=8494468559674745208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8494468559674745208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8494468559674745208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/05/sawi-songs.html' title='sawi songs'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-1957393524238676580</id><published>2008-04-26T06:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T06:35:03.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooh! more random me facts. haha</title><content type='html'>got this from daphne, and since i'm sort of killing time before i go off to work (yes, it's a saturday and no, i'm not just high, i really need to go to work), i will answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share 8 things that your readers don’t know about you.&lt;br /&gt;Then at the end you tag 8 other bloggers to keep the fun going.&lt;br /&gt;– Each blogger must post these rules first.&lt;br /&gt;– Each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;– Bloggers who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;– At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;– Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i'm all about the sharing, i'm pretty sure many people would know some (if not all) of the random things i will post. but, whatever. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i only started growing my hair after i graduated from grade school. my hair used to only reach my chin, and i haven't had bangs since.... even before then. mga grade 5 siguro or earlier pa. but i have bangs now. hahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when i was a kid, i got spanked so hard for using astringent as shampoo, and shampooing my (then-feverish) little brother's hair. as in i REALLY lathered it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no one who doesn't know me well believes me when i say i've never had a boyfriend. the reason for that still escapes me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i PRETTY much already "remember" the placement of keys in a keyboard, and can therefore type without looking at it thanks to months of bumming, intense boredom, and the fact that my job requires me to transcribe (relatively) fast. but if you ask me to recite them in order, i prolly won't be able to answer. i can also text without looking, which both irritates and fascinates my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have transpo, will go out. for short, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaladkarin. &lt;/span&gt;hahaha! also, my bro goes out more than i do, but somehow, ako yung lakwatsera sa amin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i've never bought jeans. or underwear. (cuz my mom does that for me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i love eggs (and cheese, but that's obvious), and sometimes when it's 3 in the morning and i can't sleep, i will go down to the kitchen and make myself an omelette with cheese and whatever else is in the frig'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i haven't had a birthday party since i was a kid. prolly the last legitimate party i had was when i was 7. sure, i partied last year, but my "party" consisted of two cousins, a bro, mario party, and a whole lotta gin. which, fun but, not a PARTY party.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;i tag...&lt;br /&gt;achi denise&lt;br /&gt;brian&lt;br /&gt;tinee&lt;br /&gt;chelsea (imishu chelsea! let's party on justin's birthday! hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;jen&lt;br /&gt;+ whoever else. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-1957393524238676580?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/1957393524238676580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=1957393524238676580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/1957393524238676580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/1957393524238676580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/04/ooh-more-random-me-facts-haha.html' title='ooh! more random me facts. haha'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-6542574012192854346</id><published>2008-04-09T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:56:46.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bora is tomorrow. pull out from office 6 am. departure 840. sana kasama ko si direk joel sa flight, cuz i hate flying alone. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so excited, as this is my first time to go to bora ever (i know.) wheee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im praying for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- a good, no scratch that a great time&lt;br /&gt;-- good fun&lt;br /&gt;-- a productive trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D whee sana di ko malimutan ang:&lt;br /&gt;--underwear&lt;br /&gt;--ID&lt;br /&gt;--ticket&lt;br /&gt;--TAPES. hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-6542574012192854346?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6542574012192854346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=6542574012192854346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/6542574012192854346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/6542574012192854346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/04/bora-is-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-2248023115619955368</id><published>2008-04-06T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:59:07.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>highlights of the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday- shoot at Adora GB5, and then getting lost in Makati with J, my producer. so syempre, because we were stuck in a car together, major bonding.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday to Friday were office days. so major bonding of a diff kind with A over Hana Kimi and oodles of food.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday shopping with my two "girls" Tippi and Achi Denise. bought a pair of shorts, shades, and pads. happy fun day :D&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was my first day at the VO room. excited/scared. but thankfully DC is kind of a pro so i didn't have to do anything except shut up and listen to him work his magic. also, first live show (for me) of TBP. now that was an experience :D&lt;br /&gt;Friday- Pier One, CAV and World Music Room with some of my blockmates. the most fun i've had since Tagaytay :D and i super duper missed my blockies so whee!!! got home at 4 (which, okay, not the best idea ever) but i had fun, and i lovet. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- spent the whole day in my room, reading, sleeping and on the Net. my kind of day :D hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for next week! wheeeeeee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-2248023115619955368?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/2248023115619955368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=2248023115619955368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/2248023115619955368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/2248023115619955368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/04/highlights-of-week-monday-shoot-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-8097324367056619425</id><published>2008-04-06T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:08:14.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frustration kicks in and i've no one to talk to</title><content type='html'>so my dear mother is mad at me. again. it's frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sige fine i &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt; deserve it a little since i got home at 4 in the morning, but honestly, it's the first time it's happened and it will probably never happen again since:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) goodness i'm so old and yesterday i spent the WHOLE day in bed, sleeping off the excesses of Friday night&lt;br /&gt;2) i have resolved to save my money for something. like a laptop. or a camera. or a HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;3) my blockmates (bless their souls, i've missed them so much) only make plans randomly, and we will all probably not see each other until months and months after. and by then maybe we will have outgrown the party-til-the-sun-comes-up thing. or maybe not. but it's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus she wasn't this mad when my bro got home late and it was HER money he was spending too. and he made my dad wake up to fetch him pa. JOKE BA 'TO.&lt;br /&gt;but what is the deal if i choose to spend my money? it IS mine, as she so correctly points out. she tells me not to place myself in the same level as my "rich" friends. i don't, okay. stop yapping on about it. plus, as i told sarah, i WILL get over the whole spending frenzy, because honestly even i am horrified at my spending habits (don't ask). but again, lay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quiet in my part of the house. but only because my mom hasn't ventured in here to give me lectures on how i should save, have focus, grow up (which, how does one exactly grow up if you keep treating her like a child? seriously?). she has reverted to childishness and has refused to talk to me and instead gives instructions to the maid to tell me stuff. yeah, right. very mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says maybe i should start living by myself. im starting to think it's a good idea. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-8097324367056619425?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8097324367056619425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=8097324367056619425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8097324367056619425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8097324367056619425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/04/frustration-kicks-in-and-ive-no-one-to.html' title='frustration kicks in and i&apos;ve no one to talk to'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-7283397218359903930</id><published>2008-03-29T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T14:29:06.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm home on a Saturday! for the first time in about a month siguro (since last week i was in Mindanao naman). i miss home. actually no, scratch that. what i really miss is the lazing around and doing nothing. hahaha finished my transcribing early. but i still have that bangko tape i've been meaning to finish. oh well. for later na lang when i get too bored. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so confused right now. i feel like i stepped into an alternate universe the day i walked into the office for my first day of work. seriously. i super love my job, don't get me wrong, i'm just really confused about some things going on. i dunno. hay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a life. grabe. i still don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-7283397218359903930?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7283397218359903930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=7283397218359903930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/7283397218359903930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/7283397218359903930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-home-on-saturday-for-first-time-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-6321230867301517166</id><published>2008-03-28T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T21:57:27.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on work'/><title type='text'>random thoughts from this morning and tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;some "highlights" of my week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monday beers with two of my favorite (read: dahil tatlo pa lang silang nakatrabaho ko nung mga oras na ito. hahahaha) cameramen, and new friend Bernard. my first time drinking "sa tapat"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday interview with Lesley Mobo. famous last words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;             David: naku Lu Jean you're gonna have a hard time transcribing this&lt;br /&gt;             Me: (in my mind) no shit, sir.&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wednesday coverages. got free Kiehl's lip balm (hooray!) plus a keychain and flashdrive (1gb! and not even one month after i bought my cute imation 2gb one, too. howell) from Porsche design. and apparently my contact in Kiehl's is ICAn. and an old acquaintance. hahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thursday saw old college crush in compound. me=swooning dead girl. awakened stirrings in that place where you're supposed to have a heart. ahahahahahaha drama i know. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;also from yesterday, Lesley Mobo fashion show. wore my 2-month-old-but-never-worn white polo. officemates noticed and liked it (suffice to say i will not be wearing that again for a long time para di halata. hahaha) paired it with silver stilettos. result: dead feet. but it was a great show! loved the all-black  :D too bad i didn't know anyone, not even (at first, syempre) the friggin driver OR the cameraman (my usual suspects all abandoned me pakshet) but i FINALLY got to work with a cameraman whose name doesn't start with the letter J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;today is Friday. and what will be the highlight of my day today? probably this Optha tape thing that i'm transcribing. hooray. oh, and the fact that we'll be going to Bora pala in April. good times. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omigosh. ngayon ko lang narealize. next week, April na. which means, on Monday, i can already say that i've been employed for 2 months. how time flies when you're having fun :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-6321230867301517166?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6321230867301517166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=6321230867301517166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/6321230867301517166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/6321230867301517166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-thoughts-from-this-morning-and.html' title='random thoughts from this morning and tonight'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-7570620324672375741</id><published>2008-03-23T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:15:13.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im back! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'm back from a 4-day vacation from Mindanao, and i'm happy cuz at least, if only for a short while, i got to re-live my 'buhay baboy' days, albeit in another location :) slept at 9pm, woke at 6am, ate 630, then again at 11, then slept at 12 til 1, ate again at 2, then at 4, then at 6. rinse and repeat. hahaha! although i am now aware of the fact that my body clock has totally changed. i now wake up after 7hours of sleep, evidence of which is the fact that when i went to bed at 9, i woke up at 4. i went back to sleep after a while but seriously, 4 in the friggin morning. soooo not what i envisioned my waking hour to be, esp when i'm on vacation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;my alarm clock:&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecolorpurple.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R@ZBYwoKCtkAAAXSKn41"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.thecolorpurple.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R@ZBYwoKCtkAAAXSKn41/Image%28010%29.jpg?et=X%2BAJeRfstmchHYmugdlsFA&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;my aunt's son, paolo. as in he would wake me up when he's awake na by&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; leaning on my bed, and when i wake up, the cutest smile would appear on his face and he would say: 'good morning!' and hug and kiss me :) so cute :D and when i'd nap, grabe, no rest for the weary talaga, he would wake me up after about 40 minutes via his toy dinosaur who would 'bite' me. yahoo. hahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;my new favorite:&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecolorpurple.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R@ZCDAoKCtkAABjwd4g1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.thecolorpurple.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R@ZCDAoKCtkAABjwd4g1/Image%28009%29.jpg?et=6xKwJHNoyIG7q%2B2ix0hoEA&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another aunt's daughter, margaret. or margie. or iyay, as they say she bears a strong resemblance to my mom :) she's the only one of the kids i really got to carry around (cuz most of them are already big- and therefore supa heavy. hahaha), or maldita and wouldn't even look at me. (like uncle marlo's kid, Jasmine, who looks like Dora the Explorer. hahaha) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;in fairness to mommy, she isn't scared of flying anymore, owing to the fact that we left the house late last thursday, and had seats apart from each other. hehehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm happy that i'm back home, but i also miss the chaos of being in a house filled with 10,000kids (ok fine. more like 6) screaming and chasing each other round and round and round, with a child screaming out and crying for his mommy every ten minutes. it reminds me that this generation is so different from mine, as they are more 'active' than we were at that age. (read: my cousins paolo and victorio will hug each other one minute, then start going at it like wrestling pros the next) i'm glad for the momentary change of pace, because i think it's recharged my batteries a bit. :) i definitely need to go on vacation at least once... a month. chos. hahahahaha!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;mom and i went to church straightaway after our flight touched down today, and grabe i'm glad we went, just because we all need to be reminded of the reason we have what's called a Holy Week, and wala lang, thank You, Jesus :)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-7570620324672375741?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7570620324672375741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=7570620324672375741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/7570620324672375741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/7570620324672375741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-back-d.html' title='im back! :D'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-4052200593250367958</id><published>2008-03-16T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T10:32:56.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random stuff</title><content type='html'>i'm not sure if people at the office think i'm some sort of "worldly" person, but honestly, the things i hear them talk about sometimes, puts me in some sort of an awkward position. i don't know if it's because they genuinely feel comfortable with each other that when someone new joins in, they forget that they don't know this person as well, or they really have set out to corrupt me further, or genuinely make me uncomfortable. in any case, they are somewhat succeeding. some of the things i hear talaga, funnily awkward na, hello are you supposed to be telling me this story? seriously??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i test-VO'ed for a plug last night for the simple reason that they were desperate. it is SOOOO weird to hear one's own voice being played back to you, honestly. hahaha if they use it, i will die from laughing too hard, but it's doubtful that they will as it is crap. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa learning experiences, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still SO VERY SLEEPY, but for some reason, i can't sleep past 9 anymore. why o why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my YM buddies. there is no YM in the office to discourage lazy shits like me from whiling away the hours in front of the computer screen, doing absolutely nothing with their time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to Mindanao on thursday to accompany my mom as she makes her rounds. pray for our airplane please. and my mom's heart. hahahahahaha and pray that i don't get so bored, or emaciated, from not eating anything on account of they are all friggin vegetarians there, apparently. what in tarnation will i eat now?? am so tempted to bring luncheon meat, just to piss people off. char. hahahaha but honestly speaking, am very excited, as i haven't seen many people over there in such a long time. i'm looking forward to seeing my baby cousins and niece/s and/or nephew/s, as i haven't seen some of them, ever. prolific sila doon eh. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-4052200593250367958?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/4052200593250367958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=4052200593250367958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/4052200593250367958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/4052200593250367958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-stuff.html' title='random stuff'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-6891198970855362957</id><published>2008-03-14T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T23:06:14.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we all have things to really think about</title><content type='html'>sarah and i had dinner tonight. in fairness, kaming dalawa lang talaga, at in fairness, natuloy kami. hahaha! it feels so nice to be able to unload a lot of things on your chest (and there are a LOT of things i need to process, for serious) to someone who's sort of going through the same things you are. or for short, to be able to talk to someone other than officemates who might gossip about you if you tell them too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really hits you hard once you start climbing that age ladder after college, that life isn't at all structured. unlike school, where you have a goal imposed upon you, which is to graduate on time, in the real working world, there is no goal other than the one you impose on yourself, and sar and i are left thinking: oh, shit. what the hell are we supposed to do now? we're both sort of lost souls just floating away in our work pool, with no direction in mind, and it hits us that someday we will wake up to find a few years or so have passed and where has the time gone? but i so love that we're both just aimless wandering souls, and that i'm not alone, because frankly, the people in the office have been scaring me (and apparently the people in HER office scare sar too. haha) that i should have a set plan for myself like, right the hell now. otherwise, what am i doing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss this blog. more next week, if i have time :) ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-6891198970855362957?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6891198970855362957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=6891198970855362957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/6891198970855362957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/6891198970855362957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-all-have-things-to-really-think.html' title='we all have things to really think about'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-1862403029899032406</id><published>2008-02-28T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:27:10.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huhuhu</title><content type='html'>i really should be working instead of making a blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or surfing the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or chatting with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here i am, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;stressed&lt;br /&gt;&gt;tired&lt;br /&gt;&gt;hating on my work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but again, here's my list of things to look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Ne-Yo tomorrow. maski di ko matapos tong lecheng trabaho na to aalis ako ng maaga para manood ng Ne-Yo&lt;br /&gt;&gt;brian's birthday party. kung pwede lang simulan na inuman grabe...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;unilab 30-seconder&lt;br /&gt;&gt;i will be going to tagaytay next week. and receiving meal allowances, even though we're staying there absolutely free. hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swear, this'll be the last interruption, then i won't stand up from this chair until i actually finish one frickin' tape. after which i will need to stand up to actually GET another tape. oh, joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-1862403029899032406?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/1862403029899032406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=1862403029899032406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/1862403029899032406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/1862403029899032406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/02/huhuhu.html' title='huhuhu'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-7293099100710809048</id><published>2008-01-28T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:30:23.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero - Chad Kroeger and Joesey Scott</title><content type='html'>hi sam!!! hahahaha this playlist thing looked fun so im going to do it too!! hahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Play all your tunes in one playlist, set to shuffle, and click 'next.'  Title of that song is your answer no matter what."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. If someone says "Is this okay?" you say? &lt;br&gt;Butterfly Kisses - Bob Carlisle&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. What would best describe your personality?&lt;br&gt;Sugar We're Goin Down - Fall Out Boy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. What do you like in a guy/girl?   &lt;br&gt;The Mixed Tape - Jack's Mannequin&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. How do you feel today?   &lt;br&gt;SOS - Rihanna&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*i died from laughing too hard. hahahahahahahahahahahaha*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. What is your life's purpose?   &lt;br&gt;Fame&lt;Infamy- Fall Out Boy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. What is your motto?&lt;br&gt;Is It Any Wonder? - Keane&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. What do your friends think of you?&lt;br&gt;Call Me Crazy - Ne-Yo Feat. Jay-Z&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA omigod.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. What do you think of your parents?&lt;br&gt;The Way I Do - Marcos Hernandez (????)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. What do you think about very often?&lt;br&gt;Piece of Me - Britney Spears&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. What do you think of your bestfriend?&lt;br&gt;Don't Leave Home - Dido&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br&gt;Umbrella - Rihanna&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. What is your life story?&lt;br&gt;Like A Virgin - The Cooltrane Quartet (hahahahahahahahaha omigod my ipod knows me well)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;13. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br&gt;How To Be Dead - Snow Patrol (wait. What?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14. What do you think when you see the person you like?&lt;br&gt;No Promises - Shayne Ward&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;15. What do your parents think of you?&lt;br&gt;Question of Faith - Lighthouse Family&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;16. What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br&gt;Please Come To Boston - Babyface&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;17. What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br&gt;Mercy Mercy Me - Boyz II Men&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;18. What is your favorite hobby/interest?&lt;br&gt;If I Were You - Tamia&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;19. What is your biggest fear?&lt;br&gt;Paano - Freestyle&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;20. What is your biggest secret?&lt;br&gt;Everytime I Think Of You - Paula DeAnda&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;21. What song will be the title when you repost this?&lt;br&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-7293099100710809048?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7293099100710809048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=7293099100710809048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/7293099100710809048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/7293099100710809048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/01/hero-chad-kroeger-and-joesey-scott.html' title='Hero - Chad Kroeger and Joesey Scott'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-8682324155011921719</id><published>2008-01-13T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:11:15.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will be..</title><content type='html'>fasting this week. God knows i might not survive. because i love food. hahaha! but seriously, il be fasting, and also abstaining from:the Internet. namely, blogging, and my entertainment chika-sites. so for business use lang talaga. :) so do me a favor, and help me fast! :D pray for me, and in return, i will include you in my prayers. leave me messages/text me with your prayer requests and i will pray with/for you :) sound good? haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-8682324155011921719?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8682324155011921719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=8682324155011921719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8682324155011921719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8682324155011921719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-will-be.html' title='i will be..'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-8184954976267841580</id><published>2008-01-12T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T20:51:29.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what my name means raw. haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Lu Jean Ong Means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very lucky person. Things just always seem to go your way.&lt;br /&gt;And because you're so lucky, you don't really have a lot of worries. You just hope for the best in life.&lt;br /&gt;You're sometimes a little guilty of being greedy. Spread your luck around a little to people who need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fair, honest, and logical. You are a natural leader, and people respect you.&lt;br /&gt;You never give up, and you will succeed... even if it takes you a hundred tries.&lt;br /&gt;You are rational enough to see every part of a problem. You are great at giving other people advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.&lt;br /&gt;You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone.&lt;br /&gt;Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;in general, there are things about this that i agree with. hahahaha although i really don't think i could be classified as a type-A personality, or that i strive for perfection, and am the best at everything. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days til the start of a new chapter :D can't wait!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-8184954976267841580?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8184954976267841580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=8184954976267841580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8184954976267841580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8184954976267841580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-lu-jean-ong-means-you-are-relaxed.html' title='what my name means raw. haha'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-1494651856603873321</id><published>2008-01-09T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T17:57:02.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a job? really?</title><content type='html'>it still hasn't fully sunk in yet. i keep expecting sir Henry (the hr guy) to call me and say they made a mistake. but i was at ABS kanina to have my id picture taken (which, by the way is butt-ugly), and no one told me naman na i had no right to be there so i guess i really am going to work there now! (hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my colds are (starting to) clear up now. hopefully and by the grace of God, this whole awful sickness will leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will meet up with achi denise tomorrow to get my NBI clearance. hopefully hindi kami abutan ng friday :D haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta for now ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, i am currently marathon-ing gossip girl, and IMO, it does rock. a lot :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-1494651856603873321?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/1494651856603873321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=1494651856603873321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/1494651856603873321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/1494651856603873321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-job-really.html' title='i have a job? really?'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-3133331374916102611</id><published>2008-01-07T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T20:17:23.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on news that rocked  2008(and my world)</title><content type='html'>oh wow! dizizit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;thank You thank You thank You thank You God!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe. who'dve thunk it? really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-3133331374916102611?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/3133331374916102611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=3133331374916102611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/3133331374916102611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/3133331374916102611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-news-that-rocked-2008and-my-world.html' title='on news that rocked  2008(and my world)'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-7158933149971155593</id><published>2008-01-02T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:05:30.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a year's worth of thanks</title><content type='html'>although my blog's been full of thanksgiving posts and things like that, allow me to do one last one to cap off the year that just passed. i'm pretty sure 2008 will be a year filled with lots of good memories, friends, loved ones, but for now, lemme say that 2007 was the best (so far). i just wanted to say thanks to everyone who made my year so interesting and so unlike any other year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the memories i will take with me from last year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul dragover="true"&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Year's Eve/Day- also known as the Clumtards' first drinking session. and the night the drinking game was introduced. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li dragover="true"&gt;TTH lunches with Lor, who i really really absolutely missed in 2006. i'm so glad we got the chance to bond again that last sem :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3sjfBTNHcI/AAAAAAAAADc/WVRpawHCA54/s400/PICT0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150749614660197826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul dragover="true"&gt;&lt;li dragover="true"&gt;MWFs with Sarah, moaning about how lazy we are, and how we need to finish our "practicum" while eating and checking out the latest gossip. hahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thesis- and second sem in general. yes, life wasn't all fun and pretty daisies. yes, i had a hard time. and yes, it was pretty touch-and-go for a while there, but valuable life lessons were learned. and in retrospect, im glad i had the sem i did :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last week bonding sessions with the self-proclaimed "patapons"-consisting of me, evi and sarah. also known as the only things that kept me from going insane. love you guys :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3skcRTNHeI/AAAAAAAAADs/XScsRLdDVn4/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3skcRTNHeI/AAAAAAAAADs/XScsRLdDVn4/s400/DSC00307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150750666927185378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul dragover="true"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blue Roast- if only for the opportunity to drink up in school. HAHA! and meet up with all your friends who you may never see again :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3slJBTNHfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/NboN6TheHnw/s1600-h/PICT0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3slJBTNHfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/NboN6TheHnw/s400/PICT0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150751435726331378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3slJBTNHgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZFoEGaLI4XA/s1600-h/PICT0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3slJBTNHgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZFoEGaLI4XA/s400/PICT0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150751435726331394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3slJhTNHjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HlJe5Tc_aqQ/s400/PICT0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150751444316266034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3slthTNHkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JF_K6NbFQFw/s1600-h/PICT0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3slthTNHkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JF_K6NbFQFw/s400/PICT0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150752062791556674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3slthTNHlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Ix0SIyk4OKg/s1600-h/PICT0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3slthTNHlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Ix0SIyk4OKg/s400/PICT0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150752062791556690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul dragover="true"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Graduation- yes, we finally made it! whee!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3smAxTNHmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MCsRzoZI2g0/s1600-h/PICT0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3smAxTNHmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MCsRzoZI2g0/s400/PICT0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150752393504038498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3smAxTNHnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ivrwnxmOPVY/s1600-h/PICT0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3smAxTNHnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ivrwnxmOPVY/s400/PICT0089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150752393504038514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul dragover="true"&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the summer (and not-summer) Tagaytay outings- Apr 21-22 with the vacation barkada, May 1 with the same people but with the parents as well, May 5 with Mom and Adi's Badminton friends (made new friends there), and Aug 26 with the beloved (at walang ka-sawa sawang) vacation barkada&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3sngRTNHoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/a2RMCgt0m9w/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3sngRTNHoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/a2RMCgt0m9w/s400/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150754034181545602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3sngRTNHpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2jfOiGLo5Gk/s1600-h/021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3sngRTNHpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2jfOiGLo5Gk/s400/021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150754034181545618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3snghTNHqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UMAIphBr0yM/s1600-h/DSC_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3snghTNHqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UMAIphBr0yM/s400/DSC_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150754038476512930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3sngxTNHrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/pfWRVTYGfbo/s1600-h/DSC_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3sngxTNHrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/pfWRVTYGfbo/s400/DSC_0347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150754042771480242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3snhBTNHsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vS7G1uXpXoY/s1600-h/PICT0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3snhBTNHsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vS7G1uXpXoY/s400/PICT0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150754047066447554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3so_xTNHtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/RlfUlXbLYFE/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3so_xTNHtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/RlfUlXbLYFE/s400/DSC_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150755674859052754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3spABTNHuI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QRGTMIiI6jg/s1600-h/DSC_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3spABTNHuI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QRGTMIiI6jg/s400/DSC_0111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150755679154020066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul dragover="true"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Puerto Galera (May 13-14)- weather good, food good, camwhoring even better :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3sqxBTNHvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/49DNXFR7Ysk/s1600-h/DSC_0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3sqxBTNHvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/49DNXFR7Ysk/s400/DSC_0594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150757620479237874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3sqxhTNHwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qRklrlmVQHk/s1600-h/DSC_0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3sqxhTNHwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qRklrlmVQHk/s400/DSC_0630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150757629069172482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3sqxxTNHxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/XZTuzOCLAoI/s1600-h/PICT0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3sqxxTNHxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/XZTuzOCLAoI/s400/PICT0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150757633364139794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul dragover="true"&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the meet-ups with the patapons :) + ane- those "job fair", lunches, even the YM confes, convos and jilted plans made me realize that i'm still important to some peoples' lives. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My birthday- although almost everyone i invited couldn't make it (proof that i really CAN'T throw a party because of my jinx), 2 of my favoritest cousins managed to brave snow and hale(kidding) to make it, and it turned out to be one drunken love affair between the 4 of us (plus my bro who loves me.. i think) and the gamecube. Mario Party RULES!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3ssSxTNH1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/zCtJ56Kmb60/s1600-h/PICT0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3ssSxTNH1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/zCtJ56Kmb60/s400/PICT0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150759299811450706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3sruBTNHzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/22-D3d2uLS4/s1600-h/PICT0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3sruBTNHzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/22-D3d2uLS4/s400/PICT0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150758668451258162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3sruBTNH0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/4NN72nybW0s/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3sruBTNH0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/4NN72nybW0s/s400/DSC00307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150758668451258178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul dragover="true"&gt;&lt;li&gt;UAAP Men's Basketball- Finally got to see my FIRST EVER LIVE BASKETBALL GAME! hahahahaha! cheers to Evi, Sarah and Mel, my UAAP buddies :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mini-Solid reunions- cheers to my HS classmates and friends :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3stahTNH2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/hGct0QpUkqw/s1600-h/PICT0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3stahTNH2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/hGct0QpUkqw/s400/PICT0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150760532467064674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3staxTNH3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/8WtSW7FeZ8o/s1600-h/PICT0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3staxTNH3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/8WtSW7FeZ8o/s400/PICT0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150760536762031986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul dragover="true"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Halloween- where the clumtards are born. :) i love love LOVE my cousins :) let's all drink to that! hahaha!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3y7NhTNH7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/-XofG3h9cV0/s1600-h/IMG_1729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3y7NhTNH7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/-XofG3h9cV0/s400/IMG_1729.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151197914756620210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul dragover="true"&gt;&lt;li&gt;ICA Homecoming- wow, this year (2008) is the Scyons' 5th anniversary. it's been THAT long. WOW.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A2 "Christmas Party"- at mel's house. the attendance wasn't even 1/4 of the block, but it was so fun seeing Sel and Nikki G again. and of course Mel and Evi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas- Party at the Ho's! lots of good memories, per usual. Bacardi Limon and the magnificence of Absolut Kurant, Planet SUN, king of the garden, soulja boy's Crank Dat (our official theme song), all the drunk-ness. WHITE ELEPHANT! good food, good family (who also happen to be friends). LOVE :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3y6TxTNH4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/x8JYUpjFto0/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3y6TxTNH4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/x8JYUpjFto0/s400/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151196922619174786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3y6UBTNH5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/b7CdD38we6Y/s1600-h/P1010733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3y6UBTNH5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/b7CdD38we6Y/s400/P1010733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151196926914142098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3y6UBTNH6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/8qlfa3h4hAU/s1600-h/DSC09862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3y6UBTNH6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/8qlfa3h4hAU/s400/DSC09862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151196926914142114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul dragover="true"&gt;&lt;li&gt; A2 mini-reunion- whee!!!! after ten years... 8 of us managed to come together and reunite. (hahahahaha!!) thanks for a fun night you guys :) hope there'll be many many more this year!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3y8JhTNH8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/uH_mvRa-Fps/s1600-h/PICT0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3y8JhTNH8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/uH_mvRa-Fps/s400/PICT0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151198945548771266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Year's Eve- with my beloved cousins and family :) i could not ask for more, really. i started and ended the year with these guys (would you believe? it's us again! who'dve thunk it? haha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3y9oBTNH9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/9bqmrMScLj4/s1600-h/P1010007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3y9oBTNH9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/9bqmrMScLj4/s400/P1010007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151200569046409170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people to thank:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li dragover="true"&gt;my koosins/clumtards/gretty.achidenise.tippi.adi.brian.tin.justin.aj.chris.achicarol.keith(honorarykoosin)- for all the retarded pictures, and the reasons for all the retarded pictures :) for all the fun times, and the bondings, the drunken mario parties, the sleepovers, drinking sessions, holidays, birthdays, just-any-kind-of-days :) wouldn't trade you guys for the world :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the patapons/sarah.evi.mel.ane- for being my shoulders to cry on, drinking sessions, the coming earlies and going home lates from school, the rides home, for the coffee, the pizza, the basketball, the food after the basketball, the bonding sessions. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lor- for the easy friendship, the laughter, and the chika sessions :) and the bonding over Philo 103 :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;vacation barkada/nix.gretty.adi.justin.josh.nicole- whoo! to more fun and laughter (and pictures!) :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;francis, K and bradley, the best online (but also real-life) buddies ever :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;and already a memory from this year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Post-Christmas/New Year's day/Tito Ferdie's Birthday Party :)-"hosted" by Nix/Luj/Gretchky :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3y_rhTNH-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/-qrAr45Ickk/s1600-h/PICT0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3y_rhTNH-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/-qrAr45Ickk/s400/PICT0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151202828199206882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3y_rxTNH_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/6-s20rRr4N0/s1600-h/PICT0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3y_rxTNH_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/6-s20rRr4N0/s400/PICT0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151202832494174194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3y_sBTNIAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rH5ksp-lN_E/s1600-h/PICT0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3y_sBTNIAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rH5ksp-lN_E/s400/PICT0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151202836789141506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-7158933149971155593?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7158933149971155593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=7158933149971155593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/7158933149971155593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/7158933149971155593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2008/01/years-worth-of-thanks.html' title='a year&apos;s worth of thanks'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R3sjfBTNHcI/AAAAAAAAADc/WVRpawHCA54/s72-c/PICT0065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-6814295287527101231</id><published>2007-12-25T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T10:59:17.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>best.christmas.evar! hahahaha</title><content type='html'>was too lazy to take pictures, so i'll be stealing everyone else's! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who got drunk? achi denise got drunk! hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you all, my dearest dearest cousins! HUUUG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-6814295287527101231?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6814295287527101231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=6814295287527101231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/6814295287527101231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/6814295287527101231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/12/bestchristmasevar-hahahaha.html' title='best.christmas.evar! hahahaha'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-3294969888720642266</id><published>2007-12-23T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T23:11:52.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all my gifts have been wrapped. some of them i've already sent on their merry little (and i mean little) ways. Christmas is two days away and i'm really excited for tomorrow night (boozing and dancing hooray!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my belle de jour planner today from gretty's house. i loves it to death ^_^ i hope this year i DO have something to plan though. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too tired. will update again soon. when i feel more like a human again and less like a pack mule&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-3294969888720642266?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/3294969888720642266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=3294969888720642266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/3294969888720642266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/3294969888720642266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-my-gifts-have-been-wrapped.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-4066988911205700621</id><published>2007-12-18T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:58:27.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my.head.hurts. as in grabe. super. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so sad to admit it, but i really don't feel the Christmas lurve here. when you're as cooped up as i am here in the mountains of Commonwealth, especially, you really won't feel it, cuz there are zero, yes, count it, zero Christmas decorations along commonwealth ave. plus it rains, and then it will be hot, then cold. that kind of thing. i realized today that there are only 7 more days left till Christmas, and i have yet to wrap my gifts. or finish my Christmas cards to other people. the old me (circa last year) would have already finished packing, done my to-from cards, AND bought more candy to rot the teeth of every kid i know (and then some). but today just feels... blah. like an ordinary day. which really sort of leaves me depressed. kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am excited for the Christmas get-togethers though :) can't wait for those :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeah, tomorrow is my big big final day. wish me luck! and prayers for me please :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-4066988911205700621?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/4066988911205700621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=4066988911205700621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/4066988911205700621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/4066988911205700621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/12/my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-7619471531277030597</id><published>2007-12-12T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T12:42:53.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freak freak freak out</title><content type='html'>my lola(my mom's mom) is starting to freak me out na. i asked her today if she's taken her medicines and she said yes, but when i asked about a specific medicine that my aunt keeps texting me about, she just made the shh-ing motions and told me to tell her that yes, she already took them. i mean WTF?! i am in a quandary here, guys. SERIOUSLY. what the HECK am i supposed to do? i asked the maid and she said that apparently, gramma dearest is running out of the orange pills, so she's... conserving? what in the world????? im now waiting for my mom to arrive so i can tattle on her. i mean, AGAIN, what am i supposed to do, cram the damned pills down her throat and go: oh grandma, if you don't drink these imma cram them into your mouth???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus last night, she actually advised me on dating. she told me to go into chatrooms to find an American husband. SERIOUSLY??? this, on top of all her pressure on me needing to have a husband by age 25. and case in point, her dear(PWE) sister's adopted child already has a 4-month old kid. and she's my age. but HELLO, i am so not a slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really worried about her. she keeps asking me pa where my bro is, where my dad is, where he works, where my mom is. where am i studying, and oh you graduated na pala where are you working? my dad says it's a nutrition imbalance caused by being a vegetarian. but im pretty sure she's starting to get senile. which REALLY REALLY scares me. the folks back in Iligan said the doctor there says she might have Alzheimer's, so am i just dreaming all of these weird repetitive questions and putting meaning into it to support the hypothesis? i mean, honestly. i need help over here. RIGHT THE HECK NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay. what am i to do???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-7619471531277030597?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7619471531277030597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=7619471531277030597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/7619471531277030597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/7619471531277030597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/12/freak-freak-freak-out.html' title='freak freak freak out'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-8392014403641140894</id><published>2007-12-07T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T23:39:59.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Jesus!</title><content type='html'>i have not been entirely patient throughout... well, everything. but finally, i really do believe things are coming around. i feel a nice breath of change coming. i can smell it. everything is in place. i think. oh Lord please let this be it. i KNOW this is it. i CLAIM it. mine. all for the picking.&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;contents of highly weird post to be explained at a later date. i promise :) i love all y'all. no, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-8392014403641140894?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8392014403641140894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=8392014403641140894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8392014403641140894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8392014403641140894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/12/thank-you-jesus.html' title='Thank You Jesus!'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-7568228709319672369</id><published>2007-12-05T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T17:21:47.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates on my life (for all those questions everyone asks)</title><content type='html'>i am officially bored. so once again it is let us blog time. (egocentric post so if you're tired of the sort, stop reading now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what have i been up to? i have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;cleaned my room. and my parents' room- yes, folks, she cleans. my mom got a bee up her arse about the unused computer table here in their room so she said she would move it to my room to make way for the comfy sofa chair that we have in the attic. so we cleaned up a lot of the crap here (note: a LOT of dust can accumulate from years of shoddy cleaning), and long story short, we were able to move the computer and the table to my room, rearranged some of my furniture (which the maid says is a marked improvement from the way it was arranged before) downside, the pull out bed isn't pull-out-able anymore. well, you can pull it out if you push the bed allll the waaay to the right but it doesn't pull out all the way anymore. but i like it! our next project (with dad this time) is to replace and update all the crap inside the old CPU to make it running, buy a wireless router so that i have internet in my room, and then arrange HIS crap (my dad sure does keep a lot, even *REALLY GROSS* his false teeth, which i encountered in his drawer). my brother has grand plans for the PC as well, including loading Counterstrike and Red Alert in it and playing till the wee hours of the morn (i assume). i on the other hand, will load it with SIMS 2, Microsoft Office 2007, the new messenger, and all the pictures and music and tv shows my little heart desires :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;been to job interviews- im fairly optimistic about these career opportunities, because AT LAST, here is something i really see myself doing. well, as optimistic as a girl who's about to die under all the rejection letters(not actual rejection letters but the lack of call-backs) thrown at her. but you have to believe, truly believe in something right? i am truly believing in this. and in the power of the Divine. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;almost finished my giant box of rainbow nerds- im down to my last few thousand nerds (which is a big number but also an awfully small amount of nerds). still full of love for the giver though. hahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bonded with my bro- although through no fault of mine. one day he decided he liked my room and stayed there, unshowered, until my mom shouted at him to take a shower as we might be late for an event.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to skechers streetdance battle at araneta to cheer very loudly for UP, Ateneo, Xavier :D- and watch my brother brainwash a 7-year old, who got depressed because Xavier, his favorite team, did not win. to the point that when Ateneo (where his sister is part of CADs) won 1st runner up, he didn't care. hahahahahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched The Kingdom- i absolutely love Jen Garner. she rocks my socks. great movie, seriously.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to Katipunan- Lunch with Bradley, to talk about things we already IM about (hehehe) saw dr. rosana, who said it was really good to see us. hahaha i sort of miss her na i don't (rosana, not bradley).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to Dawn Watch- then SM to look for a gown for Tita Lily, then Shangri-La for same (but ended up still gown-less). finally got a chance to eat at sizzling seafoods again. loooooove them :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;so that's it, in a nutshell. apparently nothing much happened to me. but it seemed like suuuch a long week. but i still miss my friends. family. :( i can't wait for Christmas!! because with Christmas comes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;parties- most notable are the family friends party at the Navarros', christmas parties with the block, and the annual Ong Christmas Party, which may now also be called, the older Ong cousins excuse to drink themselves silly like they did last Halloween and New Year's. i really, really, really, really miss all my cousins (except the more annoying ones. wuhoo! hahahaha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a legitimate excuse to drink yourself silly with the people you love- self-explanatory, i think. hahahahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;prezzies! who can forget presents, the buying, the wrapping, the giving and the funnest part, the RECEIVING! hahaha! (but i love wrapping my gifts too!) im excited to pick out wrappers and crap (how geeky am i? haha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shopping for prezzies!-and clothes(possibly). might go to divisoria sometime with tita lily and mommy. i hope i get all my shopping done in time! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;i think il end here, as i've already blabbered on for too long. ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-7568228709319672369?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7568228709319672369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=7568228709319672369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/7568228709319672369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/7568228709319672369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/12/updates-on-my-life-for-all-those.html' title='updates on my life (for all those questions everyone asks)'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-3693687095537157216</id><published>2007-11-26T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T16:19:22.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say hello to timothy olyphant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R0qBCGyLHYI/AAAAAAAAADU/dFIy3bWiMc8/s1600-h/hitman-intl-poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R0qBCGyLHYI/AAAAAAAAADU/dFIy3bWiMc8/s400/hitman-intl-poster2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137060198150249858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing we understood about this film is that he's hot. and i got so pissed pa cuz the russian girl is.. ugleeeeee hahahahahahaahahahahahahaha oh my im so mean. pero grabe. halos walang story. pero halos wala ring action sequences na malupet. naloka nalang tlga ako. hahahahahaha pero hot siya. i will definitely watch again for the hotness. whoooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-3693687095537157216?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/3693687095537157216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=3693687095537157216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/3693687095537157216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/3693687095537157216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/11/say-hello-to-timothy-olyphant.html' title='say hello to timothy olyphant'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/R0qBCGyLHYI/AAAAAAAAADU/dFIy3bWiMc8/s72-c/hitman-intl-poster2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-1523254342874682292</id><published>2007-11-25T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:29:00.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i LOOOOOOVE my bro. he came home from the Ad Congress yesterday (or early this morning) and he bore gifts. caramel candies for my mom, peanuts for my dad, and RAINBOW NERDS FOR ME!!!  i cannot tell you how many times i've salivated over that big block of nerds (and anyone who knows me will def say that nerds and i have had a lot of history together.), wondering how it would feel to have it in my hands, ready for consumption.. and i have it!! finally!!!! i know what it feels like!! haahahahahahahaha he really knows how to take my blues away (adi, not nerds), though i so know he'll be ribbing me about finishing a whole ginormous box of nerds (although in my defense he did eat some. and so did nix, and daddy. and nicole). but i don't care. i super miss him and im glad he's back and i'm even more glad cuz he remembered me! whee!! hahaahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched Hitman today. can i just say Timothy Olyphant. is. HOT. yun lang. hot siya. yun lang tlga naintindihan namin ni nikki about the whole thing. timothy olyphant is HOT!!!! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-1523254342874682292?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/1523254342874682292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=1523254342874682292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/1523254342874682292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/1523254342874682292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-loooooove-my-bro.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-3874719377108227193</id><published>2007-11-21T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T23:28:41.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss my bro, who went off to Subic to go to Ad Congress last Tues, and i was supposed to tag along with my mom when she dropped him off for school that morning, but i overslept so i wasn't even able to say bye and have a good time or not to do stupid crap in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we may not like each other a heck of a lot but the fact remains that he is my only sibling and so i should therefore be predisposed to preferring him around rather than away. i was watching PBB today(yeah i do watch because of my mom who got me hooked. hay mama. you alternately kindle/discourage my worst habits), and i saw the dynamic between baron and donnie, and now im thinking how sometimes, that's me and adi, y'know? we are SOOO different, but alike in a lot of ways too. but i would do anything (within my power and reaches of reason, of course. and sometimes even barring that) for him, and i know he'd do the same for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe, the rain really does bring out the emo girl in me. honestly. rain+midnight=emoluj. skewer me with a fork please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-3874719377108227193?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/3874719377108227193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=3874719377108227193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/3874719377108227193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/3874719377108227193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-miss-my-bro-who-went-off-to-subic-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-7623144055798326745</id><published>2007-11-19T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T15:19:08.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wala lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tblBorderAll"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=197102N" target="_blank"&gt;What Ateneo de Manila University "school" fits you best?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.quizfarm.com" target="_blank"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;School of Social Sciences&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;you are fit for SOSS. you love tie dyes and cobwebbs. you wear the horn glasses or strappy earings./ you want to change the world. you believe in man. you love to connect and interact, you are special yet you don't cut yourself out from the masses. your a patriot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table width="'50%'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;School of Social Sciences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'86'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;86%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;School of Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'57'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;57%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;School of Humanities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'50'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;School of Science and Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'43'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;43%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx0PTExOTU0NTc3NzI2MDkmcHQ9MTE5NTQ1Nzc4MjY0MCZwPTY5MDgxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great! nice to know i chose right. hahaahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-7623144055798326745?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7623144055798326745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=7623144055798326745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/7623144055798326745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/7623144055798326745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/11/wala-lang.html' title='wala lang'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-8441129119958980489</id><published>2007-11-16T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T16:10:16.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*glass shattering*</title><content type='html'>have i mentioned how much i LOOOVE How I Met Your Mother? i don't think i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it. i love it soooo much! and the thing about it is sometimes life lessons come right up and hit you in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take this week's episode, for instance, about how sometimes people sometimes neglect certain idiosyncracies about another person because they like them so much, but these "annoying habits" kill other people. like the way Marshall has to sing every little thing he does, or the way Ted has to correct everyone.. and when these things are all brought out into the open, the effect is like the glass surrounding your otherwise perfect little world shattering into a million tiny pieces. but it was also about how much you care/love a person that makes that annoying little habit just fade back into the background, or drive them away forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty quiet here in the house today, since everyone's away and the maids are doing.. nothing. and it's just making me think a lot about my friends and loved ones, and that episode of HIMYM. about how my friends and family sometimes drive me insane with all their annoying little habits, like how my brother sometimes has to silently repeat his last words again, or how my mom has to read aloud over my shoulder. and how i sometimes drive them crazy with mine. but because we love each other just a little more than enough, we forget they exist too. or we forget, until someone shatters the glass again :)&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also been music-tripping these days. i got the Emmy Rossum, Jennifer Lopez and Britney Spears albums from the internet and i have to say im loving all of them (yes, even the Britney Spears, surprisingly, despite all the bad reviews).i have to say my favorite of the bunch really was emmy rossum's though. like what sarah said before, it's kind of like a modern Enya, and i quite agree. her music is really very soothing, and her voice is just something to die for. she also has a cover of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rainy Days and Mondays&lt;/span&gt; that i absolutely love. i would super suggest listening to it. :) JLo was ok. i have a few songs that i like from it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wrong When You're Gone&lt;/span&gt; being at the top of my list (ballad, obviously). i'm currently downloading celine dion's newest album though (yes, i am a fan. does it come as a shock? i didn't think it would). im pretty excited to listen to it because i've been a fan (or my parents force fed her into my brain so i could be a fan) ever since i was a kid, and i super love her voice!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to ICA's Homecoming this weekend! i haven't been back in three years and im quite excited to see the new school buildings. or hang out at the old ones. somewhat excited to see old friends too, since im such a loser that i can't even go out to see my semi-new ones (haha) i'm quite curious to see who's changed and who hasn't. and if i have.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-8441129119958980489?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8441129119958980489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=8441129119958980489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8441129119958980489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8441129119958980489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/11/glass-shattering.html' title='*glass shattering*'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-5569867279502120665</id><published>2007-11-10T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T16:38:48.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have i mentioned lately how much i HATE my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the deal: i have 3, count it, 3 trips out scheduled for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will be going to 0 events. because i have no car. i don't know how to drive. i don't have a life. loser, thy name is Lu Jean Ong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate. hatehatehate. even my brother, who wasn't supposed to go out tonight, is. because he is a man and can therefore commute even in the dark of night. whereas i am a woman and therefore rendered stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know why im pissed over this. it isn't like this hasn't happened before. CHEE-RIST. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-5569867279502120665?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5569867279502120665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=5569867279502120665' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/5569867279502120665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/5569867279502120665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/11/have-i-mentioned-lately-how-much-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-6043171070155845387</id><published>2007-11-02T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T17:54:40.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Redux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/RyvrmwzNd8I/AAAAAAAAACs/SPtaKQg_rf0/s1600-h/IMG_1727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/RyvrmwzNd8I/AAAAAAAAACs/SPtaKQg_rf0/s320/IMG_1727.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128451651858692034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/RyvroAzNd_I/AAAAAAAAADE/UuFaHYZwcP4/s320/IMG_0115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128451673333528562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/RyvroAzNeAI/AAAAAAAAADM/8SGGvVvFqjA/s1600-h/IMG_1657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/RyvroAzNeAI/AAAAAAAAADM/8SGGvVvFqjA/s320/IMG_1657.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128451673333528578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(from top to bottom: cousin love +nikki; once more with brian; the punk rock band known as the Ho siblings; me and chelsea; me and achi denise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i know, pretty late post. but i've been busy this week (doing nothing. but i haven't had time to use the comp all that much either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halloween was fun. better than last year's IMO. partly(or mostly. or really) because we had even more to drink this year than last year. because deep inside us cousins are a lot of drunkards who love to par-tay! i don't think i've ever seen my bro that drunk before. we were all laughing at pretty stupid (and weird. and no) things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt a sense of pride towards how this year's event went, since i slept over at gretty's for two nights to help with the decor, the buying of treats(!!!), and i was the one who kept texting my cousins to bring booze (so maybe im the biggest drunkard of them all. hahaha!). feel a bit bad cuz i didnt wear a costume, which apparently was the in thing this year (no one told me though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love love love LOVE my cousins. can't wait for the next bonding activity! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winner hirit- Achi Denise: bakit andaming kotse dito??!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-6043171070155845387?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6043171070155845387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=6043171070155845387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/6043171070155845387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/6043171070155845387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-redux.html' title='Halloween Redux'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/RyvrmwzNd8I/AAAAAAAAACs/SPtaKQg_rf0/s72-c/IMG_1727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-5738483349980396553</id><published>2007-10-30T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T12:24:26.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all alone in the house of Ho</title><content type='html'>so im not at  home today, which is a surprise even for me. haha slept over here at jen's last night to help decorate the house for Halloween (which we big "kids" call: night of drinking and happy times!), and they left early today to go to their angkong's cemetery (which our side of the family did yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so nice seeing most of my cousins yesterdat, and to be able to catch up with what was going on in our lives. had an especially long talk with brian(who i always talk to online but rarely face to face) and tin about what's happened since new year (when we were last drunk. hahaha!) apparently May 1 is a very significant day for us. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nice thing about being with your cousins is that you know that no matter what you do, they will always take your side (except when you war against another one of your own, of course. haha). also, because we all grew up around each other (i practically did not have any other friends growing up because there were so many of us that i did not have time to squeeze in other kids), we all know each other a smidge better than other people, so we don't get wary about talking about weird things, or about confronting them with things that you might not say to other people directly. it's really quite nice that we've all managed to stay bonded over the years, despite the fact that most of us only see each other for special occassions, and never talk in the months between new year and september (my lola and dad's birthday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this is getting really long. so au revoir for now :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-5738483349980396553?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5738483349980396553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=5738483349980396553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/5738483349980396553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/5738483349980396553'/><link 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hurts. it hurts very very very much. it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy boitday to my dearest friend nikki (although she doesn't read this)!!!!!!!!!! :D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-2611371076755206419?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/2611371076755206419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=2611371076755206419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/2611371076755206419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/2611371076755206419'/><link rel='alternate' 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title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=1891903871101797032' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/1891903871101797032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/1891903871101797032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/10/please-dont-be-concerned.html' title='please don&apos;t be concerned'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-6801089973798855293</id><published>2007-10-03T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:23:51.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i went to Dawn Watch today. woke up at 5 to get to church at 6 and just prayed with everyone. im thinking of making it into a regular habit, because there is just something so.. profound, i guess, about people waking up in the early morning for fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to dawn watch made me think REALLY hard about my situation though. i still don't know what i want to do with the rest of my life, not really. i keep thinking about options i can go into but it all boils down to one simple fact: im scared of doing anything, because im afraid to take the risk. hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is too short to be constantly scared of leaping off the damn ledge. it's too full of what if's that will continue to haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to my tita made me remember something that i've wanted to do for a long time. she's been thinking of selling her furniture on the internet but is a bit scared to do it as well, and i told her i would help her with it. and that made the rusted wheels of my brain start working. what if..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if indeed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more on this when i figure out what to do with my life. for now, i will prepare to go to 168 with my lola tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-6801089973798855293?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6801089973798855293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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far</title><content type='html'>truly precious. hahahahahahaha watch clip til end for special guest stars :D hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xhBQxbxAcLg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xhBQxbxAcLg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-1735619907283216233?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/1735619907283216233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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chona rocks)</title><content type='html'>i got a letter from 2004 lu jean last friday. i didn't think much of it (and i thought it was from ICAn senior luj) so i "shelved" it (meaning i tossed it in my study table with nary a thought). until today, because JP got a letter from his 2004 self too. and apparently, freshman luj wrote this. hahahaha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it goes something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;March 19, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dear me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     hmm... where do i begin? today marks the last day of this school year &amp;amp; i'm sort of excited (duh... it's the last official school day, even though there are finals next week) As you know, this is the culmination of one hellish week &amp;amp; i'm still trying to get over yesterday's... uhm... thing. anyway, i hope we're still the same old us when you read this again. i hope that life will finally be nicer to us. And also, i hope you'll never forget what's happened this year, because everything that's happened this year is monumental. hehehe... Aryt, have to go. I'm not making sense anymore. still sleepy eh. (smiley) tc &amp;amp; God bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;3,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luj (smiley)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. Sana nasa mabuting kalagayan ka pa (smiley) At sana pinapansin ka pa rin ni... (smiley)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ok,i do not remember much of what happened. but i DO remember who ...(smiley) is. hahahahahaha. another letter follows directly after this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey luj!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    grabe... mamimiss kita! wala na akong maingay na seatmate na parati kong kausap! hahaha! i had a lot of fun being your seatmate. sana friends pa tayo after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;justin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ok. so far this is what i remember from 2004:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul id=""&gt;&lt;li&gt;i entered ateneo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;joined enta. had a blast. found a real-life superfriend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hell week.... baka dahil sa bahay-bahayan 'to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yesterday's thing-still doesn't ring a bell.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;for a talkative person, i certainly didn't say much, did i? anyway, to 2004 luj (who's still somewhere inside me, prolly wondering what the hell happened), here is what happened to our life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul id=""&gt;&lt;li&gt;we graduated!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;left enta. cried a lot. broke it off with real-life superfriend who turned out to be real-life bitch/crap friend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hell year. dahil sa enta. at thesis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hindi ka na pinapansin ni... (smiley). pero naging friends kayo. at some point. maski di kayo naguusap face-to-face. plano mong batiin sya sa birthday nya.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;life is, indeed, nicer :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are now great friends with a bunch of people who are the best. ever. they helped you out during thesis by acting as support system, rant pillow, shoulder-to-cry-on, drink buddies, test audience.. etc. you have a great relationship with your cousins, and.. di na kayo friends ni justin. hahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;r01 was the best. i could not have asked for a better english block, actually. kris, karen, k and i are still friends(wow puro k), and jp is now one of many im friends who i talk to regularly because of, believe it or not, basketball. i still see sarah once in a while, and, well.. everyone else i am just peachy with (i think. haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as for my comm block, who/m(?) i love equally, i also see a lot of. mel is my fangirl buddy, and i went with her last friday to watch elliott yamin. evi and ane and sarah(pa rin), i get to spend time with rin(though ane is missing na since she has a job. lucky bitch). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss my college friends! i really think that college was great for me. it opened up my world and it became such a big world for me after 4 years. sure a lot of things didn't go for me, but i believe in the feeling that it was all for the best. all my mistakes, and accomplishments, friends i've met, lost along the way, etc. i really feel that it's leading me somewhere, and im still excited to see where this gets me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so to 2004 luj, don't worry, we've got it covered :) for now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-4805004822960292979?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/4805004822960292979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=4805004822960292979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/4805004822960292979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/4805004822960292979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/09/blast-from-past-maam-chona-rocks.html' title='blast from the past (ma&apos;am chona rocks)'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-7643212368015161671</id><published>2007-09-22T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:31:31.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is my dad and my lola's birthdays :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we will pig out on shantung, and i will find out if any of my other relatives remembered that i had a birthday too. (chos! hahahahahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for now, i will watch las vegas and pig out on popcorn (loooove!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watched elliott yamin last night. :) more on that soon. when im more awake. or after i shower. whichever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anginitsapilipinasgrabebakitganitoooo???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-7643212368015161671?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7643212368015161671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=7643212368015161671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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is if i don't apply, then i won't know how many people there are that don't want me. most of the time i do it anyway, but then sometimes something matters too much for me that i won't be able to bear it if i didn't get it, so i don't try at all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's hard to keep thinking that you're not good enough, but you keep trying through all the rejections anyway, in hopes that someone might see that you are, or like you despite of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe im just lonely. /:-| ah kebs. i just need a job. or correction, i need a PAYING job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom and co. finally got POs (purchase orders) yesterday. we're ecstatic, dahil in fairness, those were a lot of orders. i wrung my eyes out yesterday looking at just numbers because we had to tally all the orders up so that they know more or less how many kilos of cloth to set aside. their new stocks come out second week of november so if you're curious, just trek on over to SM (megamall, makati or north edsa, where there are more stocks than at other branches) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like the weather right now. so calm and breezy :) such sleepy weather but i don't mind, i so love sleepy weather :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am excited for the fall season of tv shows :) yun lang. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-4062148689421319324?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-1241962175222711187</id><published>2007-09-10T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:41:38.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is what happened on my birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/RuU5drbZo9I/AAAAAAAAACM/oMjcLS-Vw6E/s1600-h/PICT0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/RuU5drbZo9I/AAAAAAAAACM/oMjcLS-Vw6E/s320/PICT0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108552534358336466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;my guests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/RuU5eLbZo-I/AAAAAAAAACU/z0YE_AVJdf0/s1600-h/PICT0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/RuU5eLbZo-I/AAAAAAAAACU/z0YE_AVJdf0/s320/PICT0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108552542948271074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/RuU5e7bZo_I/AAAAAAAAACc/csuTztaUD6U/s1600-h/PICT0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/RuU5e7bZo_I/AAAAAAAAACc/csuTztaUD6U/s320/PICT0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108552555833172978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;family love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/RuU5fLbZpAI/AAAAAAAAACk/uOGg-xpX9Ys/s1600-h/PICT0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/RuU5fLbZpAI/AAAAAAAAACk/uOGg-xpX9Ys/s320/PICT0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108552560128140290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what we did til 4 in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ok, it wasn't the most perfect party and i wish people came but who am i kidding? i have never successfully planned a party and the fact that it was my birthday does not make it an exception (not bitter. swear. haha). but much gratitude and love to all the people who remembered that it was my day to grow older, and to the people who tried to make it but couldn't. :) special rin naman cuz i've spent my whole life with these people and it really was anything but a quiet night at home, what with around 6 litres of gin pomelo between the 4 of us, and a hell of a lot of screaming (and eating). Shantung is loooove :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got my hair cut pala! when it was done the guy who blow dried my hair asked me how many inches was cut off (he estimated mga 5 cuz, as he said: marami pong natanggal sa inyo ah! sabi ko: di ko na inalam. hahaha cuz it was too painful. i estimated a good 6 or 7 inches off.) goodbye longest hair i've ever had. i shall miss you. tama si nix, nakakaloka yung first shower, when you realize your hair is actually gone. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much love to tippi, achi denise and jones, who made me schlep over to greenhills to pick out my gift :) loved it suuuper, but i wish you had let me take it all, instead of making me choose, cuz that was an excruciating experience. mwahahahaha!!! kidding :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no love for tita t, who made me stressed on my birthday. and forgot about it. kidding :D hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watched rin disturbia. scarier than 1408. ewan. hahaha shia lebeouf is H-O-T. mmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-1241962175222711187?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/1241962175222711187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=1241962175222711187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/1241962175222711187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/1241962175222711187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-what-happened-on-my-birthday.html' title='this is what happened on my birthday'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/RuU5drbZo9I/AAAAAAAAACM/oMjcLS-Vw6E/s72-c/PICT0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-6753511686925827700</id><published>2007-09-05T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T15:04:48.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something is seriously wrong with my hormones.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was talking to one of my cousins a couple of weeks back about why i didn't accept any of the jobs that were offered to me and i started bawling. he was going to hug me but i started to cry harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and today, my mom is feeling crappy so she wanted me to hug her. and now i feel all weepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hate you hormones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------*****------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my brain has disintegrated to the size of a pea. strike me dead now please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------*****------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other news, sarah has been texting me regularly, replying to my texts with a frequency that is astounding. is Jesus coming now, then? hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't wait for friday! to the guys who're coming, apologies. i may be cooking your dessert for the evening. haha don't worry, il buy enough rum to drown the burnt flavor away. hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-6753511686925827700?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6753511686925827700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=6753511686925827700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/6753511686925827700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/6753511686925827700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/09/something-is-seriously-wrong-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-7110730486799690939</id><published>2007-09-04T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:58:07.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Late Friend- Anberlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;i super love this song. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_NPu5up6vRo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_NPu5up6vRo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So let me get this straight&lt;br /&gt;Say now you love me all along&lt;br /&gt;What made you hesitate&lt;br /&gt;To tell me in words what you really feel&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You mean all of what you say&lt;br /&gt;I remember so long ago&lt;br /&gt;See, I felt the same way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we both have separate lives and lovers (and lovers)&lt;br /&gt;Insignificantly enough we both have significant others&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;Time will turn and tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are who we were then&lt;br /&gt;Could've been lovers&lt;br /&gt;But at least your still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;We are who,&lt;br /&gt;We are who we were then&lt;br /&gt;Who knew what we knew now&lt;br /&gt;Could've been more&lt;br /&gt;But atleast your still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;We are who,&lt;br /&gt;We are who we were then&lt;br /&gt;My day late friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thoughts may change&lt;br /&gt;And times they rearange&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are anymore&lt;br /&gt;But thoughts come and go&lt;br /&gt;And this I know&lt;br /&gt;I'm not who you recall anymore&lt;br /&gt;But I must confess&lt;br /&gt;You're so much more than I remember&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but entertain this thought&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of us together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are who we were then&lt;br /&gt;Could've been lovers&lt;br /&gt;But at least your still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;We are who,&lt;br /&gt;We are who we were then&lt;br /&gt;Who knew what we knew now&lt;br /&gt;Could've been more&lt;br /&gt;But atleast your still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;We are who,&lt;br /&gt;We are who we were then&lt;br /&gt;My day late friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me get this straight&lt;br /&gt;All these years and you were nowhere to be found&lt;br /&gt;And now you want me for your own&lt;br /&gt;But you're a day late and my love's just still renown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are who we were then&lt;br /&gt;Could've been lovers&lt;br /&gt;But at least your still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;We are who,&lt;br /&gt;We are who we were then&lt;br /&gt;Who knew what we knew now&lt;br /&gt;Could've been more&lt;br /&gt;But atleast your still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;We are who,&lt;br /&gt;We are who we were then&lt;br /&gt;My day late friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-7110730486799690939?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-1494472128935826807</id><published>2007-09-03T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T23:47:52.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>excitedscared</title><content type='html'>i have a job interview tomorrow. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, i hope this is my last. if i get offered, i will SO TAKE IT NA. im so tired of being bored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-1494472128935826807?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/1494472128935826807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Atenista</title><content type='html'>yesterday was the first game i ever watched live in Araneta. and boy, did it not disappoint. sarah and evi are the best buds ever, especially in times like these. it was really fun to see a whole 'nother side of sarah, that of screaming shrew (hahahahahahaha). all in all, that was one of the best days of my vacation so far. we were supposed to go surprise leloy in his class but the joke was on us, he gave the class a free cut and WAS NOT THERE AT ALL.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; but yay! because we saw this girl lurking around: &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/Rteu9bbZo1I/AAAAAAAAABM/LLHSOHrv5Jw/s320/PICT0001.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/Rteu9rbZo2I/AAAAAAAAABU/o3DuuRDPotM/s320/PICT0002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then we saw this little gem in the room schedule for Com B:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/RtevvbbZo3I/AAAAAAAAABc/UY7q9OlsDjY/s320/Picture1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which confirms sir mark's (who evi and i chatted up in the smocket) comment about everyone having a crush on dear leloy. hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to gateway to hang for a bit and then we roped sarah into watching &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;1408 &lt;/span&gt;with us. as evi said, it's perfect for before the game, because you'll be all scared and shit, and then you'll be all happy at the game. and evi, i still hate rollercoasters. ('_')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then, THE GAME!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/RteyNLbZo4I/AAAAAAAAABk/E8F5zFh9_tI/s1600-h/PICT0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104744642123506562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/RteyNLbZo4I/AAAAAAAAABk/E8F5zFh9_tI/s320/PICT0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/RteyNbbZo5I/AAAAAAAAABs/io0pP5bfjz8/s1600-h/PICT0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104744646418473874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/RteyNbbZo5I/AAAAAAAAABs/io0pP5bfjz8/s320/PICT0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/RteyN7bZo6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Pmq-4Bp-3Nw/s1600-h/PICT0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104744655008408482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/RteyN7bZo6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Pmq-4Bp-3Nw/s320/PICT0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/RteyOLbZo7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/99ihiqoGSXw/s1600-h/PICT0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104744659303375794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/RteyOLbZo7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/99ihiqoGSXw/s320/PICT0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c0e8dd1cVTQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c0e8dd1cVTQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/RteyOrbZo8I/AAAAAAAAACE/KEtPHbm92f8/s1600-h/PICT0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104744667893310402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/RteyOrbZo8I/AAAAAAAAACE/KEtPHbm92f8/s320/PICT0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it really is a different feel when you're there live and cheering for your team. ibang klaseng rush. and it was really a heart attack day for the three of us, what with the movie and the frakkin game. exage talaga yung suspense nun, we were &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thisclose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to losing. which, not bad considering we were behind almost the whole game. we were in Upper A but personally, we had some of the best seats, the people around us were so pumped up and everything and that made it more exciting for us (especially for me, i think, it being my first game and all. hahahaha loser.) plus our babble dude (guy in the video) was WAY encouraging, and i think secretly has a crush on sarah (hahahahahahahahahahahaha i'm not kidding.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but grabe. all i can say is, THANK GOD WE WON. because if we lost im not sure id still be alive, because sarah will kill me, then herself for dragging me to watch with her. when that ball swooshed in, wow. ang sarap siguro pumuntang admu ngayon just to see the student body rejoicing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow. til the next game, then :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-3547590438608051842?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/3547590438608051842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=3547590438608051842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/3547590438608051842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/3547590438608051842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/08/ang-sarap-maging-atenista.html' title='Ang Sarap Maging Atenista'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/Rteu9bbZo1I/AAAAAAAAABM/LLHSOHrv5Jw/s72-c/PICT0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-1109923696417267248</id><published>2007-08-29T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T13:57:19.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ho-hum</title><content type='html'>my dad bought me new earphones to replace my shitty apple ones (i've only used it for 4 months and then the right one started sounding wonky). i love it super much! :D it's philips, white, and has interchangeable caps to match your iPod/mood (hahaha). plus the sound is a bit more crisp and defined, with extra bass. the only thing i don't like about it is that it doesn't have that slide-up/down thingy so you can just let one earbud hang when you don't use it (idk if im still making sense and i don't care). and it's super long so i had to tie it back with a twist-tie. but i don't mind. because they're new and i loff them!! :D:D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am dying so badly. everyone has piled work on me today (because im a bum) and these are what i have to simultaneously do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt; call someone for my mom at 2pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;call HSBC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;write a letter to HSBC for my mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;make sample tags for.. you guessed it, my mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;print my mom's dream bags from www.dooneybourke.com (frivolous, i know. and such a waste of trees.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;upload videos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;wait for Michael's email for further instructions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and here are the things i WANT to do today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;meander down to the mini-grocery to buy me fortification (read: junk food)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;upload my pictures to my multiply&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;make my blogspot a new layout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;PS2 all day (hello x-men legends 2 i've yet to finish you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;laze around, do nothing, read a book, download songs, sleep. eat. happy happy times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so far, this is what i've done:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;absolutely NOTHING (sing it with me now! WAR! HOO! HA! hahahahahahah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, actually not nothing. i'm halfway done with the uploading. and i know na (somewhat) what to do with the sample tags. i might leave off the HSBC thing til tomorrow. or friday pala, because im watching the game with sarah tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i loooove it soooo much my earphones match my iPod... hahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-1109923696417267248?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/1109923696417267248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=1109923696417267248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/1109923696417267248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/1109923696417267248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/08/ho-hum.html' title='ho-hum'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-8184061056785883487</id><published>2007-08-25T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T16:08:39.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh</title><content type='html'>whenever i clean my room, i always start with the most important stuff: my books, then my earring collection, because these are the things which, more often than not get displaced in my room cuz i read too much, and i have absolutely no mercy left for my ears. hahaha!! of course after i fix my books, usually i get too lazy to fix the other 2/3 of my room. but it's cool. i will get around to it someday. hahaha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was going to post something snippy about my lola's sister, but i decided to delete it. vitriol is not something i want to share to the world anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other news, whee!!!! we're going to tagaytay tomorrow!! i'm so excited! except for the fact that i have my period and therefore cannot swim ever. i sooo ENJOY being a girl. menstrual pains are the highlight of my month and i do so look forward to having them. not. gah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-8184061056785883487?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8184061056785883487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=8184061056785883487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8184061056785883487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8184061056785883487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/08/uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh.html' title='uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-7790415811259197263</id><published>2007-08-22T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T14:57:49.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>senti emo crap :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/Rsvc37bZotI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S3RKLh3JCpQ/s1600-h/045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/Rsvc37bZotI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S3RKLh3JCpQ/s320/045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101413856330752722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/Rsvc4bbZouI/AAAAAAAAAAU/S_rbarusq_c/s1600-h/PICT0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/Rsvc4bbZouI/AAAAAAAAAAU/S_rbarusq_c/s320/PICT0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101413864920687330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/Rsvc47bZovI/AAAAAAAAAAc/MEp60OYRhq4/s1600-h/PICT0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/Rsvc47bZovI/AAAAAAAAAAc/MEp60OYRhq4/s320/PICT0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101413873510621938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/Rsvc5LbZowI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2AYH5gHzZcI/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/Rsvc5LbZowI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2AYH5gHzZcI/s320/DSC00307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101413877805589250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/Rsvc5LbZoxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/S1wdeqLPKno/s1600-h/smaller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/Rsvc5LbZoxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/S1wdeqLPKno/s320/smaller.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101413877805589266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these right here are some of the reasons why i'm not yet insane. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thnks fr th mmrs indeed. i miss y'all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(from top to bottom: tagaytay apr 21 with the navarros and the hos; reunion dinner with some friends from solid aug18; with my sisters in bitchiness tippi and denise at conti's June 7; pizza hut with my favorite patapon friends sarah and evi sometime march, and evi and ane july 25)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-7790415811259197263?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7790415811259197263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=7790415811259197263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/7790415811259197263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/7790415811259197263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/08/senti-emo-crap.html' title='senti emo crap :)'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sY7qs3uI4/Rsvc37bZotI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S3RKLh3JCpQ/s72-c/045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-5546975318241351186</id><published>2007-08-18T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T13:02:45.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love the weather, even though it's scary. rain is always cool for me (except when i step on a puddle, that is.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we picked up my a-ma yesterday from the airport and i have a feeling she don't like us too much. hahaha!! not even 5 minutes into the car ride she was asking when we were going to drive her to makati, where her horrid sister lives (think bella flores at her worst, na may kasamang paawa effect a la kristine hermoso). my mom felt sorta pissed tuloy, and i felt kinda bad for her cuz she hasn't seen her mom in a long time and then she chose horrible sister over daughter. my a-ma was with an aunt who was going to visit her daughter in AUP(adventist university of the phils) and a cousin of theirs, auntie jean. i am so mean for saying it, but my goodness, trial by fire hanging out with them. nakakaloka talaga hahahahaha and according to the maid, they all woke up at 5am kanina, and had already showered. by mga 830 siguro lola makati's husband (who is one of the nicest people in the world) came to pick them up na and i awoke to the sound of one of my titas' voices (auntie remy, who stays here with us sometimes). God they are a LOUD family. intense. sister kasi ni auntie remy si auntie jean, at para silang nagcocontest na palakasan ng boses, at 9 IN THE MORNING NAKAKABALIW di na ko makatulog ang ingay ingay nila. and when it was time to leave my a-ma couldn't wait and rushed out the door. di na ko naka-goodbye. hahaha medyo na-happy si mommy dahil wala na siyang eentertain, at wala nang nagkakalat sa bahay (besides me), kasi kung saan saan sila kumakain! parang feed the rats and roaches din ang drama. crumbs everywhere *shudder*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gaaah im bored. sana matuloy kami later. para pwede ako pumuntang ghills at kumain. whoooooooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idk about anyone else but i kinda like the new bsb single. hahaha damn you sarahmoralesyouarethedevil. hahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-5546975318241351186?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5546975318241351186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=5546975318241351186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/5546975318241351186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/5546975318241351186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-weather-even-though-its-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-8333812937697718126</id><published>2007-08-15T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T12:43:33.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random crap from today</title><content type='html'>so apparently i might be going to mindanao. cuz my aunts miss me. so pano, di nanaman ba muna ako maghahanap ng trabaho? hahaha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dentist says i have clean teeth (why thank you :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nanood kami ni adi ng rush hour 3. funeeeeeee hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ayaw maniwala ng nanay ko na malinis ang ngipin ko. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-8333812937697718126?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8333812937697718126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=8333812937697718126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8333812937697718126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8333812937697718126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-crap-from-today.html' title='random crap from today'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-6665358380685085476</id><published>2007-08-14T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T15:08:37.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking out loud'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i remember something from what Pastor Peter was telling us about this really great boxer from his time (his name escapes me) who was known for knocking down his opponents, but at one fight in his career was knocked down in the first round, but got up again and proceeded to knock his opponent down and win the fight. when asked by the reporters what was going through his mind when he was lying there on the floor of the ring he said: "What the heck am i doing here on the floor? i am a champion! i have to get up!" and similarly he says that as Christians, whenever we're deceived by the devil and find ourselves in the mud, we have to ask ourselves why the heck it is that we're still in the mud, pick ourselves up and move on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so far this week has been pretty eventful for me. last saturday i got to go to serendra on a very rare night out with some of my relatives, and i got to bond with justin which is always nice, and with achi denise over the phone. haha di pa kasi ako nakuntento at kailangan talaga may kausapin pa kong iba. hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunday was pretty awesome as well. i got so struck by the message that i was a bit afraid that biglang i-point out ako ni pastor at sabihing: this is for you. hahaha got to go to a vegan seminar as well and eat dinner in a vegetarian place, the first time siguro na i was able to eat a full meal na completely devoid of living animals in any kind. but it was good! not something i wanna eat for the rest of my life but nevertheless diba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;monday saw me going to glorietta to go to a job fair with my pals e and s. syempre e and i being WAY EARLIER than s walked around for a bit after breakfast and somehow found ourselves in Timezone, playing crazy games. hehehe after s got there, we spent maybe 30 minutes inside the venue, then ate lunch and bonded and never went back na to the jobfair. a joined us after her first daw of work, and it was really nice na impromptu man, pero kumpleto kami, and parang no time lost between everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's so nice to have friends na ganun, the pick-up-where-we-left-off type. i got stuck in a friendship na for the longest time, i felt that i constantly had to work to keep the friendship, but it's so easy with these guys, and with most of the friends i managed to keep na rin from hs. walang nagagalit dahil you don't spend as much time with them anymore. no why-don't-you-come-visit-me-anymore?s. walang demands. easy. despite the undemandingness of the friendship, you're more inspired and willing to try anything just so you guys meet up again. plan more outings, extend your curfew just to be able to chat a little longer, call them up on the phone just because.. that kinds of stuff, y'know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never forget. and i am eternally grateful. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-6665358380685085476?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6665358380685085476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=6665358380685085476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/6665358380685085476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/6665358380685085476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-remember-something-from-what-pastor.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-576821481579226667</id><published>2007-08-11T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T15:09:10.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why are you still talking to meee??? :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get away from me pleeeeease.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-576821481579226667?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/576821481579226667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=576821481579226667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/576821481579226667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/576821481579226667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-are-you-still-talking-to-meee-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-2960808502355953903</id><published>2007-08-11T01:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T01:57:39.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am waiting for my mom to get home. because she took the maids with her&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am soooo sleepy naaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get here na mommeeeeeeee......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-2960808502355953903?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/2960808502355953903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=2960808502355953903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/2960808502355953903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/2960808502355953903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-waiting-for-my-mom-to-get-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-2771842835981446152</id><published>2007-08-10T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T14:28:16.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>star-struck! haha</title><content type='html'>my mom woke me up yesterday at about 11 (i slept at 4) to say that she wanted me to go with her to mall of asia, where the sm corporate offices were cuz she was going to talk to the merchandiser who orders from her. so there we were at around 3 till 6 cuz the sm people are SOOO SLOW. her appointment was for 415 and we waited til about 545? 6? something like that. and it's beside the point.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because while we were waiting MARC FREAKIN NELSON EXITS THE FREAKIN BUILDING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*my mom dies from giddyness at this point*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about 5 minutes after he leaves she is still talking about how cute he was. this from the woman who never looks at cute men, only cute girls (to see what they are wearing and to make lait, not because she LIKES them.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and where was my camera? in the car. dammit. hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-2771842835981446152?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/2771842835981446152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=2771842835981446152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/2771842835981446152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/2771842835981446152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/08/star-struck-haha.html' title='star-struck! haha'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-8728542701597934672</id><published>2007-08-07T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T23:38:30.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can i just say..</title><content type='html'>i'm still bored. so, here i am again, blogging. hahaha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i will sleep in my room again cuz it's now cool enough to not have to use the aircon. whoopee!! :D balik nanaman siguro ako sa paggigising ng 3am dahil haunted ang kwarto ko. (sana joke lang 'to, at nagugutom lang tlga ako ng 3am. hahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aaw i miss you e a and s. i so wish we could go out tomorrow but if you guys do go, i swear i won't take it against you. even though im a selosa friend. but i won't turn into the other one, i swear. hahahaha!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-8728542701597934672?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8728542701597934672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=8728542701597934672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8728542701597934672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8728542701597934672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/08/can-i-just-say.html' title='can i just say..'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-8962722911587876160</id><published>2007-08-07T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T20:18:48.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can i just say, i now super love emmy rossum. galing grabe.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/emmyrossum"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to listen to some of her songs then click back here and tell me what you think :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so obvious alam nyo na ginagawa ko, naghahanap ng magandang songs. so leave me a message na rin for recommendations. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-8962722911587876160?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8962722911587876160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=8962722911587876160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8962722911587876160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8962722911587876160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/08/can-i-just-say-i-now-super-love-emmy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-8071595289282786520</id><published>2007-08-06T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T15:39:39.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to C for the heads up, and for the cheering up when i was sick. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this has got to be one of the cuuutest kids on the planet! hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;and then there's tonton. hahaha funny cebuano shit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6N3sqF7BOXM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6N3sqF7BOXM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;with matching sequel, benjo, ang anak ni tonton:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7SVnWcMjzrg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7SVnWcMjzrg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-8071595289282786520?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8071595289282786520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=8071595289282786520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8071595289282786520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8071595289282786520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-videos.html' title='random videos'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-3920276480537135338</id><published>2007-08-05T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:22:18.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got so bored that i decided to start a game of Marvel: Ultimate Alliance (my bro's game). got SO hooked i finished it in about 3-4 days.(see eye bags here. haha)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other news, praise the Lord wala na akong sipon. sana tuloy-tuloy na.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am applying for something. hope i get it because as my mom reminded me oh-so-not-nicely yesterday that my birthday is coming up and i am STILL hard-pressed for cash (read: wala)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gah i hope i get a job soon im so BORED here at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-3920276480537135338?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/3920276480537135338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=3920276480537135338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/3920276480537135338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/3920276480537135338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-got-so-bored-that-i-decided-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-2444249771162592090</id><published>2007-08-04T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T22:16:22.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;here is my visual DNA thingy :D hehe it works!!!! woohoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" enablejavascript="false" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-2444249771162592090?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/2444249771162592090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=2444249771162592090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/2444249771162592090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/2444249771162592090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/08/finally.html' title='finally!'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-8156250079499587153</id><published>2007-08-02T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T12:25:59.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>only because i've been thinking about it for too long</title><content type='html'>dear you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if you know who you are, but i hope you do. please stop pretending we're still friends and that little episode you had a few months back meant nothing because you know what? it did mean something. friends don't lash out at friends just because they had a bad day, or they made wrong decisions. you know what friends actually do? at the very least, they ASK for the full story before they blow their top, which i should say you have never done for me. i wish i could say i forgave you or that i've forgotten, but i have been cursed with an extremely good memory, and a tendency to remember every shitty little fight you picked with me, and every small injustice you did to me and i'm sorry, but i cannot have friends who act like poison in my life anymore. i've learned enough to realize that though we had a lot of fun times, you will never change. deep down you will always be that "friend" who got mad at me before she found out the truth, several times. plus you had the gall to insinuate that i was the reason for the gap in our friendship. what the heck was that for? a relationship goes two ways, y'know, and while i do admit some fault, the blame isn't entirely mine because i can't keep running back every time you said you were sorry and then blamed me for everything that went wrong when we fought. i have stood quietly back while you ranted and raged but no more. this time it is really over. i will talk to you when necessary, and someday i may find it in myself to forgive you for all the shit you gave me, but for now please stay away, because i can't talk to you without getting mad, and i really don't like getting mad. it is a waste of energy, energy i'd much rather expend on friends who DO care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---wow. that WAS cathartic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-8156250079499587153?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8156250079499587153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=8156250079499587153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8156250079499587153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/8156250079499587153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/08/only-because-ive-been-thinking-about-it.html' title='only because i&apos;ve been thinking about it for too long'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-115423272793073560</id><published>2007-08-02T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T12:12:50.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dna.</title><content type='html'>i found my imagini visual dna! hahaha i did mine months ago but i was too tamad to post it. but now that i want to post it, my widget thingy keeps showing "undefined"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yehey! i can now officially be called "html-stupid"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, still sick. and i dunno where the hell i can buy medicine or how since i dont think my mom left money and i spent my last one buying cheetos. (hehehe) ah wait crisis averted. genius daughter calls genius dad. hahahaahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss summer. and my friends. and i especially miss me. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-115423272793073560?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/115423272793073560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=115423272793073560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/115423272793073560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/115423272793073560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-dna.html' title='my dna.'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-2922191485562295824</id><published>2007-08-01T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T17:37:46.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang init!!!</title><content type='html'>i dunno why but i am SOOO addicted to king.com. i play to pass the time cuz i get sooo bored here at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's raining again, just what my bleeding heart needed to accompany it... CHOS! nag-drama raw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't mind me, i'm on medication. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-2922191485562295824?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/2922191485562295824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=2922191485562295824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/2922191485562295824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/2922191485562295824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/08/ang-init.html' title='ang init!!!'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-7911451033707789668</id><published>2007-08-01T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T13:13:42.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gacked from katyam. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IF YOUR BLUE BLOODEDNESS WOULD BE GRADED, WHAT WOULD YOUR FINAL MARK BE?&lt;br /&gt;Place an X inside the box if it applies to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Bought something from the A Shop &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;well, my Ateneo planner came from the A shop. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Got an A for at least one subject &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;quite ashamed to say this was only for PE. but what the hell. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Understood the definition of "HELL" week… &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hello thesis plus 6 other subjects which included Ph103 and Th131-151&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] and regretted finding out what it meant  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;duh. never EVER make my mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Has taken/ Currently taking PE 101  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;di na mandatory yun ngayon diba? saaad....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;score: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] Crammed three papers in one night &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;whoa!     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: normal;"&gt;ha! di lang 3. just call me miss crammer. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;                                   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gave a class presentation that you now regret  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;can i say all my theo presentations? hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Know at least one photocopy lady because of professors who loved Xerox machines  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ATE ALMA I MISS YOU! in fairness naka-96 kilos of junk paper ako for 4 years. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Got an F in a long test &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hello Math 11. :D and theo orals. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Promised to do better but didn't in general  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;this is me we're talking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;score: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] Exerted effort to be exempted sa finals &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;nag-effort nga ba ako? pero na-exempt ako. hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Striven for bonus points &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;shet pinag-aawayan pa ata to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Slept in the library &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;lamig eh. teehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ate lunch outside the caf &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;literal sa labas ng caf, and sa org room, classroom, gardens, benches. etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Get a Jesuit for a teacher &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(did i really? yikes can't remember.. hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;score: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] Ate at least in 10 establishments in Katipunan &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(uuh... let's see.. pancake house.. ken afford, KFC, TOSH, Pizza Hut, World Topps, Bento Box (back when they were separate), thai in a box, zakuska, uuuh.. mcdo, jollibee, shakey's, cantina, bo's 14 na yan. ++ pa. hahahaa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ]Got an attack from Higad &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;proper noun na pala ang higad ngayon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Watched BlueRep and TA plays required -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;enta plays ang required no. what up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] Preferred Manang's food over the Caf's --&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; manang's rocks my socks! hello cholesterol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Screamed your lungs out in Araneta for the Blue Eagles -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;um, sort of? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;score: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[  ] Puked at Math 19 and 20&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; --&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sorry wala ako nito. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Went to CERSA night&lt;br /&gt;[x] Signed-up for an Org &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;try 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Joined an org that has a screening  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;process. you forgot the word process. but yes,  i did join one. plus hazing. and sigsheet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Became active in that org &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;uh, duh? all the effort for nothing? tumagal rin ako ng mga 3 1/2 years dun sa isa ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;score: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] Joined a socially oriented org&lt;br /&gt;[x] Played cards during long breaks &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;maski nga sa oras na dapat may class eh. and say hello to my 4 and a  half hour breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Found immersion trips meaningful&lt;br /&gt;[x] Went to school in flip-flops &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;mga araw-araw siguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Went to school in "pambahay attire"&lt;strong&gt; --&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: normal;"&gt;shorts count right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;score: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[  ] Went to school wearing chucks &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;what's with chucks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hated your random number -&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-660+? malamang hate mo yun diba? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to Drew's&lt;br /&gt;[x] Have an organizer, whether it be from Starbucks, Go Nuts, Belle de Jour or whatever!--&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ateneo planner pa nga eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Went to class without showering after P.E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;score: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Wanted to tell the guards to F*ck off&lt;br /&gt;[x] had accidentally seen a make-out session &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Used consultation times properly &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;complete with chika session :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Brought an umbrella but it didn't rain &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Left an umbrella and then it rained &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and lost an umbrella before it rained. yey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;score: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Went to school trying to make porma but no one noticed&lt;br /&gt;[x] Went to school looking crappy and everyone noticed&lt;br /&gt;[x] Camwhored a lot&lt;br /&gt;[x] Saw artistas and completely ignored them &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Spoke in a conyo way   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;requirement yun. kasama sa QPI yan diba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;score: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Found a Chinese girl/boy hot&lt;br /&gt;[x] Nagulat sa lumulubog na block sa SOM-Overpass walkway --&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;pati yung sa may covcourts na lumulubog na blocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had a block party &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hello freshman survey person with too much time on your hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] Cut class to watch a movie with blockmates  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;he. hehe. (edit) almost cut class to drink with blockmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Have at least 25 Ateneans on your Ym list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;score: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] Became an FFL (Fucking freeloader!)  -&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-he he he..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] Traded dvds of American tv shows with your friends --&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;do cds count? i am going to pretend they do :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Went to Ewood for nothing&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Wore aviator glasses in Ateneo &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;kelan to naging uso? bakit di ako nainform?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ate in class &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hello freshies out of high school. nabibighani pa rin ba kayo dito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;score: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Became EMO for no apparent reason in school &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;just the sight of trees swaying is... chos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Thought friendster is a bust and multiply is SOOO much better &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;helooo it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Voted in the Sanggu elections vote abstain&lt;br /&gt;[x] Read the Guidon and Matanglawin thoroughly &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;yes evi i do read your paper. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Tried to avoid the guards because you left your oh-so-precious id&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;score: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] Engaged in deep-thinking while in Ateneo gardens such as Zen and SOM walkway     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Bought coffee from Figaro sa MVP basement! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sabi na eh. FRESHMAN! nabighani rin sa coffee place sa loob ng school. what up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Nakapaghang-out sa isang MVP room &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;um.. acomm, enta, celadon, kaingin, speed. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Became an official YouTube addict while waiting for class&lt;br /&gt;[x] Knew why Jesuit education is priceless &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hellooo... Fr. Ben &amp; co. are not going to read this survey we don't need to impress them :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;score: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] Learned a lot about life due to your Philosophy and Theology subjects  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;yes. like: don't fail and take 3 at the same time with philo of religion because it will crap in your brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Went to Ateneo even if you had no class &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Knew at least 7 famous Ateneo Alumni &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Laughed at Tapdancers &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;what? they're cute. i should say i laughed WITH tapdancers but hey. and.. tapdancers: proper noun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ran out of ink due to numerous papers you had to pass &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;good lord. plus my cd burner stopped working at a very crucial moment in my academic life. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;score: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] Maximized the use of your flash drive &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;since i didnt have one, i mazimized the use of someone else's flash drive. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Celebrated diversity in the Ateneo &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;pero backtrack. may diversity sa ateneo? ano yun? conyo and non-conyo? chooos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Kept OrSem memories &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;well, pictures. and funny stories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Watched a movie with fellow Ateneans that aren't from your block &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;yeah. they're called orgmates. and friends. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Has the hots for a fellow Atenean. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hello you. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;score: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Worth 3 points each:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;[  ] Attended simbang gabi at Gesu &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i wanna be able to say i did this but im not Catholic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;[  ] REGed2Vote &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i reged. but i wasn't able to go with the reg2vote jeep(?) because they never called me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] Screamed in Araneta for the Blue Eagles &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-again, sort of. hahaha (does the legends game count? i will say yes. hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] Know at least 3 Ateneo cheers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] Memorized and sung A Song for Mary whole-heartedly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;[  ] Got to be on the Dean's list for at least a semester &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] Prayed to St. Ignatius of Loyola &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i would assume this is the intercessory prayer where you say St. Ignatius of Loyola, Pray for us, right? yep. did this waaay back in ICA. hel-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;score: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Worth 5 points: [x] Called yourself an Atenean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;score: 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ATENEO QPI: 87=B+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;A= 92-100&lt;br /&gt;B+= 86-91&lt;br /&gt;B= 77-85&lt;br /&gt;C+= 69-76&lt;br /&gt;C= 60-68&lt;br /&gt;D= 50-59&lt;br /&gt;F= 49 and below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-7911451033707789668?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7911451033707789668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=7911451033707789668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/7911451033707789668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/7911451033707789668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/08/gacked-from-katyam-d.html' title='gacked from katyam. :D'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-6399343724641086983</id><published>2007-07-31T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:04:49.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so...</title><content type='html'>even though i deleted him from my ym list, apparently he hasn't taken the time to x me out of his. cool. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am now coughing my lungs out. but at least i am no longer feverish. but i've lost my voice. again. for about the 3rd time in about a month. i don't like the feeling AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, how am i supposed to snag a job if i keep on getting sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, so frustrating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-6399343724641086983?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6399343724641086983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=6399343724641086983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/6399343724641086983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/6399343724641086983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/07/so.html' title='so...'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-3264041306450851555</id><published>2007-07-30T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T18:36:28.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't believe in chocolates</title><content type='html'>but when you're sick, it feels soooo good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mocha roca is my hero :) but oh my goodness i feel soooo sick. i think i have a fever now too :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be sick no more :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-3264041306450851555?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/3264041306450851555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=3264041306450851555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/3264041306450851555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/3264041306450851555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-believe-in-chocolates.html' title='i don&apos;t believe in chocolates'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-6920182312777747974</id><published>2007-07-29T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:41:06.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy weekend to me!</title><content type='html'>i absolutely loved this weekend!! actually, i loved the week!! because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i met up with V in ateneo and A &amp; E in makati (which would have been funner if S were there rin) last wednesday which marks the first day since forever that we've met up and i left the house without my mom. i also got to commute by myself for the first time from katipunan to makati which i am sorry to say i am extremely proud of, being sort of sheltered, you might say. hehehe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my cousins tippi &amp;amp; denise also spent the night here last friday, and we passed the time playing mario party with my bro, and MY GOODNESS it is sooo addictive. nung friday we stayed up til about 3 in the morning playing, and then woke up and spent the entire day playing again! hahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;met up with N and her family today for the first time in a really long time and watched the simpsons movie. super funny! hahaha plus i miss nix, josh and nicole cuz they remind me of the carefree days of summer. hehehe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;in a week i managed to hang out with most of my favorite people, and it is so fun to be with them because they are evidence that life hasn't managed to leave you alone just yet, and you learn lots of stuff about them and yourself in the process. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope next week is just as fun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-6920182312777747974?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6920182312777747974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=6920182312777747974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/6920182312777747974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/6920182312777747974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-weekend-to-me.html' title='happy weekend to me!'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-5524661151165906246</id><published>2007-07-27T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T18:01:39.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my iPod. it is such a lifesaver in times of great boredom and insomnia. wala lang. and i don't mind that it's just a nano, since it really was what i wanted talaga (because i wanted to exercise with it, which i did once. haha).i just wish it had more memory so i can cram more songs in it. right now i have about 640 songs yata and im almost at full capacity and im frantically trying to reorganize and take out the songs that i don't really listen to so i can cram newer songs in it. im thinking if i should sell this one to get one with bigger capacity (4gb kasi eh) pero ewan, i've come to love it so much. hahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;books. again, people are surprised whenever i say it, but it's true, i love to read. right now i'm hooked mainly on three genres: romance novel (don't kill me), chick lit (Meg Cabot rocks) and children's literature. or actually young adults. not sure where the books fit in eh. sa romance novels, i got hooked way back in grade 6 when it was popular (haha) i actually asked for one for my grad gift (which some bitch kleptoed from me in HS. you know who you are), and now i still collect them. i have favorite authors, obviously, but i also used to buy those cheap-ass for sale novels which really isn't about the story so much as it was just the sex (haha) pero swear, most of the stuff naman that i read actually have stories enough that at first read i just sort of skim over the sex part to finish the story. hahaha i am sort of proud to say that i have almost everything by Lisa Kleypas, and a smattering of other books by Jude Deveraux, Julie Garwood and Judith McNaught. hehe on chick lit, i think i started cuz of my still-in-high-school cousin, and the obsession started with Meg Cabot and Princess Diaries. i have two favorite series, which are Gossip Girl and The A-List. i stopped collecting the former though cuz i found the latter to be a smidge more interesting. i dunno if it qualifies but the best book yata na i read from this genre has got to be PS I Love You by Cecilia Ahern. that book turned me into a blubbering mess, i kid you not. i also like the meggin cabot books, the ones she writes for the not-teens-anymore :) as for children's lit, i guess it really did start with Harry Potter (which i swear i will get one day, when they publish a box set or an unabridged version). after that i started to read some cornelia funke (she is said to be the german jk rowling). i totally love this book she wrote called The Thief Lord (which is now a movie) and now I'm actively trying to buy all of her books na rin :) i also used to read tom clancy cuz of my dad, and the dan brown-esque books (which included dan brown, of course) but mainly, those three genres are what im hooked on :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;television. of course. i have a lot of facorite tv series which i won't go into detail about anymore. suffice to say there is a great many things that i will watch. haha special mention to grey's, house, heroes, las vegas and how i met your mother though. i love these to bits :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;food. have i mentioned how much i love cheese? and junk food? cheese junk food is the bestest :D i used to be known in HS as the junk food expert (not one of my prouder moments, in retrospect.) because i knew what new junk foods were the ones you simply had to try and which ones weren't worth your money. i also love pasta, one of the reasons why i also like the TV show everyday italian :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;i think i'll stop there for a while. my head is starting to ache. haha the reason for this post? absolutely nothing at all :D hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-5524661151165906246?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5524661151165906246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=5524661151165906246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/5524661151165906246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/5524661151165906246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love.html' title='i love...'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-5084815878761416734</id><published>2007-07-26T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T11:59:33.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up thinking about my cover letter. how banged up is that? well, i did want a sign from God saying i really should get a job and NOW, and i think that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've just finished making my cover letter and it (along with my resume) is now traveling at the speed of who-knows-what towards my potential employer's email. hope i get in. hope my cover letter was coherent enough(as opposed to the haphazard way i do my posts). i really should have listened when they taught that in school. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i can go back to sleep. :D heaven, thy name is bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-5084815878761416734?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5084815878761416734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=5084815878761416734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/5084815878761416734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/5084815878761416734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-woke-up-thinking-about-my-cover.html' title=''/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-5330434377308821357</id><published>2007-07-25T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T23:32:51.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm..</title><content type='html'>i really don't know why some people are surprised when they find out i like to read. Mr. F, my first potential boss told me he was surprised that i described myself as an extrovert but my hobbies were introverted. yeah man like it's a crime to like watching tv and spending time reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started reading when i was about 2, or so they say. i learned how to cuz my yaya used to carry me around the drugstore (we used to live in caloocan on the second floor of our drugstore) and point out different medicine labels and go: enervon! revicon! (you get the drift). i haven't stopped since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question then: do i really look that flighty? God, i hope not. because while i have started to accept that i really don't qualify as a nerd(someone else's words, not mine), i do wish people would at least credit me for having a brain that isn't completely stagnant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-5330434377308821357?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5330434377308821357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=5330434377308821357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/5330434377308821357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/5330434377308821357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/07/hmm.html' title='hmm..'/><author><name>Jane Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/lujean/PICT0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343090211084968896.post-7004210751903179831</id><published>2007-07-25T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:12:15.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>le premier post (M. Yap is so going to kill me.)</title><content type='html'>testing.. testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now that i've established that this does, in fact work, lemme go right on to a few not so random things which i will now spew out in random order(that i arranged for better readability):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you just love hanging out with friends you haven't seen in God-knows-how-long? here's what i think: hangin' out with them gives you a sense of what's changed in your life and what hasn't. oh i know reflecting randomly does that too,  but it's so much more fun with friends right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i just say, i am so happy to be blogging again. because i am probably the most tamad person i know right now, i've been too lazy to blog. but thanks E and A (oooh una ako. mwahahahaha) for convincing me to start yet another blog. you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;right. posting with the feeling of not having to cater to anyone is quite fun. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the subject of E and A (this is sooooo not me. haha) had a fantastically happy time talking to you guys, laughing and talking too loud like we owned bloody pizza hut. i won't post the quotable quotes anymore, il leave it to you guys. hahaha (truth be told, iv forgotten most of them na. haha) side effect: i am feeling strangely lethargic. mebbe it's because of all that pizza. and bitching. not that i'm complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of things have changed between the three of us these past few months, but it's comforting, the knowledge that we've all grown but we're still the same people we were 4 years ago: bitches. hahahahahahaha but seriously, it's nice to know the friendship is a pick-up-where-we-left-off type and not a whine-until-you're-obligated-to-bond type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday vargs (kunyari binabasa mo to. hahaha) thanks for inviting me to extra in your grad pic. penge copy ng lahat ng pics mo dun ah. hahaha and nice to know you're still you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first post. bow. *grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343090211084968896-7004210751903179831?l=thenewpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7004210751903179831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3343090211084968896&amp;postID=7004210751903179831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/7004210751903179831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343090211084968896/posts/default/7004210751903179831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewpurple.blogspot.com/2007/07/le-premier-post-m-yap-is-so-going-to.html' title='le premier post (M. 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