<?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-2402412083402771707</id><updated>2012-01-06T06:17:15.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your imagination was never been this good ♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchierthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2402412083402771707/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchierthanyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Muhiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02697545556993757604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bzfHe4k59Os/TvHpwAAr7oI/AAAAAAAAAAY/36lzDi_V1c0/s220/1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2402412083402771707.post-9053746641964508712</id><published>2012-01-03T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:56:18.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Under Construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;First entry for this year&lt;b&gt; 2012 &lt;/b&gt;is an under construction mind from an uncontented eel. I am actually troubleshooting my crazy thingking of how am I gonna make this blog worth-reading. lol But on a serious note, I am thinking of changing the phase and theme of my blogspot account. From an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;everyday-diary-type &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;talk-all-about-under-the-sun type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;. Did you get what I mean?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I simply want people to know about my prespectives, beliefs, opinions, anything worth-knowing. About lessons in life, fashion, books, foods, etc. just voice out what's really inside me. So watch-out! My next official entry for this year will be coming soon!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2402412083402771707-9053746641964508712?l=bitchierthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchierthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9053746641964508712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitchierthanyou.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-under-construction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2402412083402771707/posts/default/9053746641964508712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2402412083402771707/posts/default/9053746641964508712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchierthanyou.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-under-construction.html' title='Life Under Construction'/><author><name>Muhiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02697545556993757604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bzfHe4k59Os/TvHpwAAr7oI/AAAAAAAAAAY/36lzDi_V1c0/s220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2402412083402771707.post-2052584111274738174</id><published>2011-12-26T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T13:28:29.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. and Ms. Compromise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; So, the everybody's question you'll be trying to answer is, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;How's your Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;" Well, I'll be answering that question via blog. &lt;b&gt;LOL &lt;/b&gt;I spent it the way I am not expecting it to be. It turned out quite good. You know, the usual Christmas day that you had way, way back. I woke up with the knock of a girl that's waiting for my Man to get his ass off our bed and give her a gift. &amp;nbsp;That scene makes me think of the Church bell ringing as the priest announces it's Christmas day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Our first plan is to go to church and greet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;HIM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;personally. And pray to survive, for guidance and evrything. That was our first plan actually. Well, last Christmas he used to break my heart that's why he need to celebrate it with me the whole day this time. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;a different story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;) Which he did. Anyhoo, we woke up then go straight ahead to my Mama's first since we are expecting some gift. We recieve a gift from Mama which I found sweet. Then, we go to church but did'nt catch a mass tho cause that's too early and the rest was just a sweet joy-ride on a motor all along the not-so-empty streets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm expecting the streets will be empty. Yet, still busy. We raided vintage shops that we knew&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and we found some of our guilty pleasure and we promise to go back and buy it after our salaries. That became our bonding moment actually. He is now fond of buying clothes at ukay-ukay. One thing that I am happy about cause he normally hates the things that I like. I'm so happy that at this moment at least we didn't repel. We just talked and eat like we normally do. Watched whatever kind of movies that's the hot item on the "banketas". Those simple things that we do makes me feel special and almost forgot the pain that he's causing me..sometimes you know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There are certain awkward moments that I know we want to talk about something but decide not to, because we just don't want to spoil that moment. I know, He's the kind of man that don't care much about the future. I mean, he's more of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;let's-just-enjoy-what-we-have-NOW type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;. Which I understand. At least, the sweetest give I've ever received is COMPROMISE by the Man I love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And, as far as I know. My Mama is quite fine and happy. Thank God. Nobody knew what we had last month. Gonna share it soon. But as of now, I just want to thank God for this Christmas 2011. Now, I am looking forward to spent my whole &lt;b&gt;2012 &lt;/b&gt;with happiness and peace. Till then :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2402412083402771707-2052584111274738174?l=bitchierthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchierthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2052584111274738174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitchierthanyou.blogspot.com/2011/12/mr-and-ms-compromise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2402412083402771707/posts/default/2052584111274738174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2402412083402771707/posts/default/2052584111274738174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchierthanyou.blogspot.com/2011/12/mr-and-ms-compromise.html' title='Mr. and Ms. Compromise'/><author><name>Muhiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02697545556993757604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bzfHe4k59Os/TvHpwAAr7oI/AAAAAAAAAAY/36lzDi_V1c0/s220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2402412083402771707.post-528281728142920785</id><published>2011-12-23T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T12:56:14.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Ms. ODD-rey Hepburn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;YEAH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;. I hate myself. It makes me feel like I want to just die.. You know what I mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;UGGH &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;having this kind of situation right now makes me want to overdose meds. Emo-Christmas? I don't think so. Things just recently became unbecoming. This is not the first time I am feeling this kind of situation. But once I did &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;, I just want to commit suicide (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;forgive me Father for I have sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;GAAH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;. I sometimes feel numb about this kind of drama yet, at the back of my mind I am hurting emotionally. Can't stand the fact that you have the most jealous man in the world. Do you really see any kind of love on being a jealous freak?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;TELL ME?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;He really needs to see a psychiatrist at any cost. I mean, He's been paranoid these days where in fact he can't be like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I don't know if me and my boy got a language or understanding barrier between us. As much as I know, I am being open and honest to him (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;not totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;) but I am trying to tell him everything. Anybody there got 911 at speed dial?? :(&amp;nbsp;I just want him to be like I want him to be. I love him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;OK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;. That's a fact. It will not change. But, I can't pretend that I am happy with all the paranoia and jealousy he's effing acting up on me. WHEW I hope we can talk about this later. I know that if there is love we can figure it out and find a way out of this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ODD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Looking at the bright-side, I got this red bag my Mama gave me earlier. A Christmas present I guess? This bag just save me from having a frown face the whole day. Thanks Mama ♥ and, I hope everything will be ok this coming Christmas day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;PLEASE OH PLEASE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; I don't want drama this Christmas! It's not even in my wishlist! So, I'mma get rid of it. Ciao! &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"&gt;XOXO &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2402412083402771707-528281728142920785?l=bitchierthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchierthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/528281728142920785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitchierthanyou.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-ms-odd-rey-hepburn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2402412083402771707/posts/default/528281728142920785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2402412083402771707/posts/default/528281728142920785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchierthanyou.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-ms-odd-rey-hepburn.html' title='I am Ms. ODD-rey Hepburn'/><author><name>Muhiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02697545556993757604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bzfHe4k59Os/TvHpwAAr7oI/AAAAAAAAAAY/36lzDi_V1c0/s220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2402412083402771707.post-7978983277318678802</id><published>2011-12-22T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T06:10:15.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuletide Jitters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;December 23, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;FRIDAY 6:30AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;About to go home from :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;GEEZ&lt;/b&gt;. It's like 2 days before Christmas. &lt;b&gt;YES&lt;/b&gt;. And I've been trying to figure out how the hell am I going to celebrate this Christmas. UGGH. Seriously? I have a vague vision of my last Christmas scenario can't even remember what the hell I did that time. One thing's for sure. It's lame. So, this time I want it to be more worthwhile. Spend it with the people I &lt;b&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt; and do the old classy Christmas traditions. Talk about the dinner on Christmas eve and the mass before the actual Christmas day. &lt;b&gt;OOOHHH &lt;/b&gt;that's just way too sweet. But, I know I can't celebrate it the way I did way back when I used to knock on my God mothers and fathers for gifts. Not to mention for dough. So, am I maturing? or aging is the word. Whatever it is, I know for a fact that, It's our God's day so, you just have to be happy and celebrate it your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I still have to talk to my boy on what's his plan on the 25th . At this moment, I kind of like to sleep all day long. Seriously. I need it so bad. He might get at mad at me If I just sleep all day so, come what may. I just had some wishes for Christmas. Peace and Love..and..I hope my "singaw" will fade away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;LAME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;. But, seriously. I'm suffering. I can barely talk and eat carefully. Especially the eating part. Hey, it's my talent! Oh, and one thing, I'm sure I'm too rich for my Over Times at work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;LOL&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large; font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2402412083402771707-7978983277318678802?l=bitchierthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchierthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7978983277318678802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitchierthanyou.blogspot.com/2011/12/yuletide-jitters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2402412083402771707/posts/default/7978983277318678802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2402412083402771707/posts/default/7978983277318678802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchierthanyou.blogspot.com/2011/12/yuletide-jitters.html' title='Yuletide Jitters'/><author><name>Muhiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02697545556993757604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bzfHe4k59Os/TvHpwAAr7oI/AAAAAAAAAAY/36lzDi_V1c0/s220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2402412083402771707.post-7401685138077707222</id><published>2011-12-21T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T06:13:40.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilot Episode</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; 1st entry for my blog at blogspot. Horray! I'm officially moving in. Well, my Tumblr will be as active as it can be but I planned to have my random thoughts here so, Imma do a little bit of introduction and all that. lol Well, My name&amp;nbsp;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Muhiko Pojadas Tsurumaru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;, 20 from Philippines lol (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;sounds like in a beau con tho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;) *ehem* and I am employed&amp;nbsp;currently channeling myself of being a desperate housewife *laughs* but, before, I used to enjoy parties and all&amp;nbsp;those crazy things that a teenager hipster would do (well, not really all but, If you ask me personally what those&amp;nbsp;crazy things are I'd love to answer tho) Im just an average kiddo whose not like any other fag with extra&amp;nbsp;ambitious dreams all mixed up with revenge.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;My life is never perfect but it's real.I love to be surrounded by people I value and love the most. I sometimes,&amp;nbsp;messed up and screwed up at the same time (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;come think of being fucked up too&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; *laughs* but I am proud to&amp;nbsp;say that I have a huge fear of the Lord. Seriously. Well, moving on, Likes? Well..I'm fascinated with Fashion. I so&amp;nbsp;loooovee fashion! I do believe that Fashionistas are born not made. I like vintage shoppings (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;ukay-ukay in&amp;nbsp;layman's term&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;) I enjoy dressing up too. Eating is my favorite sin. Like, I don't care how my stomache will react as&amp;nbsp;long as I'm cool with what I'm eating. LOL &amp;nbsp;Reading is one my fave thing to do too. Especially love stories.&amp;nbsp;Watching American TV series and films! YES! Been addicted lately. What else?? Hmm.. blogging? not much of a&amp;nbsp;pro but I am working on it right now. Looking forward to have a rich life someday. Seriously, I know it sound&amp;nbsp;shallow but, who the hell in this world doesn't want to have lots of money? dollars baby! right. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;depends on my&amp;nbsp;alter-ego-playing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I am born bi-polar. I mean not literally but, I have this on myslef that people don't know and sometimes can't&amp;nbsp;understand. It's like a different kinds of masks that can be wear in any festives. I think that is a talent. Speaking&amp;nbsp;of talent, I have a lot of this in my system. lol (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a frustated singer at heart tho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;) but I dance! especially sexy&amp;nbsp;dancing like a can can girl in Moulin Rouge. One of my favorite talent is I am flexible. I many different ways. Like,&amp;nbsp;in terms of dealing with people around me, I'm one of the few who tries too seek for other's prespective first&amp;nbsp;before mine (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;anyone there whose like that? raise your hand and say "ME"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;) lol seriously. Cause I do believe that&amp;nbsp;you deserve a point of view when you view in that kind of way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I'm a believer of Karma. Indeed. What you offer the world, it will bring back the same thing. So, start doing nice&amp;nbsp;things right? Trust me. I've been there. Been doing bad things ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;who does'nt anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;) and it will end me up&amp;nbsp;being fucked up big time. So, I conclude that experience is your best teacher as the saying goes. Trying to&amp;nbsp;implement the if-you-were-in-my-shoes policy. On that way, your thoughts will be appreciated.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; So much about me. Well, I just want you guys to have a heads-up for my blogspot entries and myself too. It's&amp;nbsp;good to have this kind of thing. Like a diary you have when you were in highschool. And a sister where you can&amp;nbsp;share random sheez. So, there you go guys. I'll keep you posted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;XOXO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2402412083402771707-7401685138077707222?l=bitchierthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchierthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7401685138077707222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitchierthanyou.blogspot.com/2011/12/pilot-episode.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2402412083402771707/posts/default/7401685138077707222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2402412083402771707/posts/default/7401685138077707222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchierthanyou.blogspot.com/2011/12/pilot-episode.html' title='Pilot Episode'/><author><name>Muhiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02697545556993757604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bzfHe4k59Os/TvHpwAAr7oI/AAAAAAAAAAY/36lzDi_V1c0/s220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
