<?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-6210401478243459774</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:41:44.851+08:00</updated><category term='warriors'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='2009'/><category term='shwarma'/><category term='funny'/><category term='champions'/><category term='meaning'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='rai-rai'/><category term='the sims 3'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='edited layout'/><category term='stupidity'/><category term='russell'/><category term='DotA'/><category term='think'/><category term='xu cheerdance 2008'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='realizations'/><category 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I can think of....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-5416537800582770748</id><published>2009-01-16T17:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:41:14.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realizations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>pawir..</title><content type='html'>Realization for the day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were evil and didn't care about anyone, I'd have a very "hayahay" life. nyahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-5416537800582770748?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-996237303778688088</id><published>2009-01-13T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T02:15:41.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Group Study</title><content type='html'>with Alvin and Danika right now. We were supposed to start studying hours ago but I got hooked on watching House. Had to watch the last episode from season 4. So I did and I cried. And now I feel better. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta start reading up on Assembly Language. T__T Have a hands-on exam tomorrow. Ugh! I don't get it. Something's not clicking in my head again. *sigh*... God Bless us all tomorrow...or in a few hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-996237303778688088?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/996237303778688088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=996237303778688088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/996237303778688088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/996237303778688088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2009/01/group-study.html' title='Group Study'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-1384717245210659907</id><published>2009-01-07T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:41:52.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DotA'/><title type='text'>DotA session ..</title><content type='html'>Here in the apartment right now. Just taking a break coz my player friends are watching some vids on youtube. Anyway, it's me and Danika vs. Dom and my brother. Danika and I lost twice.. T__T but it doesn't really matter. It was fun. hehe.. will continue this post later.. have to play against AI now. XD .. By the way, it is confirmed that we will do anything just to play this game and that includes rearranging the apartment furniture to accommodate the laptops and pc.. hehehe.. my sister took a vid.. will post later.. game on now.. hehehe.. by the way, I have a midterm and two quizzes tomorrow. nyahahaha.. I think it's gonna be another sleepless night for me...XD bring on the coffee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-1384717245210659907?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/1384717245210659907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=1384717245210659907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/1384717245210659907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/1384717245210659907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2009/01/dota-session.html' title='DotA session ..'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-294995944160950545</id><published>2009-01-06T23:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:29:06.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sims 3'/><title type='text'>The Sims 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1XRgHAD7LE/SWN3tADdY2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/vZIp6Vu944k/s1600-h/sims3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1XRgHAD7LE/SWN3tADdY2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/vZIp6Vu944k/s200/sims3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288202002455421794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!!! According to the official &lt;a href="http://investor.ea.com/releasedetail.cfm?ReleaseID=328929"&gt;press release&lt;/a&gt;, it'll be out on February 20 .. yehey!! This is the only game that's got me addicted. I remember playing it for the first time back in high school. Once I started playing, I just lost track of time. haha.. Once I started playing around 8pm. The next time I took my eyes off the monitor to check the time, it was already 3am LOL.. That was the original The Sims. The Sims 3 is even better. XD .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read more about The Sims 3 go to their site http://thesims3.ea.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minimum requirements as stated &lt;a href="http://thesims3.ea.com/view/pages/newsItem.jsp?item=236875146"&gt;here:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SIMS 3 MINIMUM HARDWARE REQUIREMENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR WINDOWS XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Windows XP (Service Pack 2)&lt;br /&gt;    * 2.0 GHz P4 processor or equivalent&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 GB RAM&lt;br /&gt;    * At least 6.5 GB of hard drive space with at least 1 GB additional space for custom content&lt;br /&gt;    * 128 MB Video Card with support for Pixel Shader 2.0 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR WINDOWS VISTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Windows Vista (Service Pack 1)&lt;br /&gt;    * 2.4 GHz P4 processor or equivalent&lt;br /&gt;    * 1.5 GB RAM&lt;br /&gt;    * At least 6.5 GB of hard drive space with at least 1 GB additional space for custom content&lt;br /&gt;    * 128 MB Video Card with support for Pixel Shader 2.0 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwahahaha... kaya sko laptop!! wheee!! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye grades.. goodbye real world..hahaha.. I'm ready to get addicted.. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-294995944160950545?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/294995944160950545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=294995944160950545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/294995944160950545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/294995944160950545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2009/01/sims-3.html' title='The Sims 3'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1XRgHAD7LE/SWN3tADdY2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/vZIp6Vu944k/s72-c/sims3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-3595944022372127897</id><published>2009-01-06T02:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T03:04:10.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Can't Sleep...</title><content type='html'>again.. my sleeping pattern is completely messed up. It's already 2:47am. I have 7:30am class which I am not looking forward to attending. But, I have no choice. I have to or else I'll get dropped from the class. I don't really care if you ask me. It's my parents I'm worried about. They'll freak out I'm sure if they ever hear I got dropped from a class or whatever. Since they pay my tuition (and they work really hard to give me an education), I cannot disappoint them....again. I already did before. If I do something "horrible" in their eyes, they just might end up suffering a nervous breakdown (yes, both of them). I can't let that happen. I love my parents. I do. I get them. I get their rules. I try to follow their rules as much as I possibly can. But there are times when I can't help it. I'm not an angel child or whatever. I'm not evil either. Just human. Somewhere in the middle. I make mistakes and I own up to them (most of the time hehehe). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need something to distract me from thinking about my 7:30 class this morning. Ugh! 4 hours left. It's an english class. English 41. Aesthetics and shit. I usually like English classes. I really do. It's just that there's something wrong with this one. I don't think it's anyone's fault but mine though. I started it off wrong...I think. All I know for sure is I'm not looking forward to attending it tomorrow. I have to present this report about Michaelangelo's Pieta. I do have a partner. But then, I don't know if she'll be in class. I have absolutely no idea what to present tomorrow. None. I have all these research notes and stuff but I just don't "feel" it. I don't know.. there's something lacking somewhere. There's no structure to our report I think. Well, we didn't really discuss what we'd report so... nyahahaha... but we'll see how it goes. I'm done thinking about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. Erm, ok, I'm done with this post. haha. I'm done rambling. Oh crap, this post is about my English class. Loser post. bwahahaha.. Ok, gonna end this now.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-3595944022372127897?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/3595944022372127897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=3595944022372127897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/3595944022372127897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/3595944022372127897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2009/01/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t Sleep...'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-6834761600356954715</id><published>2009-01-01T00:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:02:21.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy new year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>yepz.. goodbye 2008, hello 2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year Everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was gonna have a bad new year's eve.. but turns out I was wrong. I feel fine. Not as sad as I thought considering what happened a few days back. Anyway, wheee!! I'm full.. haha still have a 3rd round of eating to go.. hehe.. wheeee!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for everything.. thank you to my family and friends too.. I LOVE YOU GUYS!! seriously.. no drama hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-6834761600356954715?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/6834761600356954715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=6834761600356954715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/6834761600356954715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/6834761600356954715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-5840376825428679388</id><published>2008-11-29T04:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T04:26:43.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bamboo in XU</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know it's 4:08 in the morning. Have not slept yet. I don't plan to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, watched the Bamboo concert at the gym yesterday. All I can say is, it was great. Had a great time. I have to admit, I was having second thoughts about watching it at first. My decision to buy the ticket was not planned. It was sort of a spur of the moment thing. Somebody mentioned they were selling tickets and I said yes I'd buy one and then I forgot about it. I wasn't a Bamboo fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, after the concert, let's just say that I will be paying more attention to Bamboo and I will be listening to their music more often. And I will not roll my eyes whenever my "bezie", Earl/Pipay, starts goin all Bamboo-like when we hang out. =D In short, yes, I am now a fan. I had a great time. And I'm kinda still "voiceless" at the moment from all the singing/screaming. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vid from last night below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aLxrrBpqKIE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aLxrrBpqKIE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta do a bit of studying now. Have a quiz in a few hours. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I didn't choose to go watch Twilight instead. This was so much better although it felt like forever waiting for Bamboo to actually come on stage. hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-5840376825428679388?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/5840376825428679388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=5840376825428679388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/5840376825428679388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/5840376825428679388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/11/bamboo-in-xu.html' title='Bamboo in XU'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-3375322421556554370</id><published>2008-11-04T20:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:34:33.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LED Binary Watch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas wish list'/><title type='text'>All I Want For Christmas Is...</title><content type='html'>Nope, not YOU... hehe.. *peace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since Christmas is coming up in a month or so, I was wondering what I'd include in my Christmas List. Not that I'll get any of the things I write on the list but you know, maybe... just in case... there's a kind soul out there.. XD hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I want really want this year is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1XRgHAD7LE/SRA_jaRkN_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oMhiLNNBVVE/s1600-h/ledbinarywatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1XRgHAD7LE/SRA_jaRkN_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oMhiLNNBVVE/s200/ledbinarywatch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264777841977079794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LED Binary Watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted this since I first read about it. You can read more about it here: &lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/gadgets/watches/6a17/"&gt;http://www.thinkgeek.com/gadgets/watches/6a17/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) It's geeky but I think it's cool. haha.. ok, I love it. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya, for now that's on top of my Christmas wish list. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will add more later as they come to mind.. lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-3375322421556554370?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/3375322421556554370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=3375322421556554370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/3375322421556554370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/3375322421556554370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-i-want-for-christmas-is.html' title='All I Want For Christmas Is...'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1XRgHAD7LE/SRA_jaRkN_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oMhiLNNBVVE/s72-c/ledbinarywatch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-8752639888068790559</id><published>2008-11-03T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:11:19.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd sem, Here I come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "We must believe that we are gifted for something, and that this thing, at whatever cost, must be attained. "&lt;br /&gt;Marie Curie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;a href="http://crispypapaya.blogspot.com/2008/11/meet-robinsons.html"&gt;crispypapaya's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Around here, however, we don’t&lt;br /&gt;Look backwards for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep moving forward, opening up new doors and&lt;br /&gt;Doing new things, because we’re curious…&lt;br /&gt;And curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep Moving Forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By Walt Disney (Walter Elias Disney)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-8752639888068790559?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/8752639888068790559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=8752639888068790559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/8752639888068790559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/8752639888068790559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/11/2nd-sem-here-i-come.html' title='2nd sem, Here I come...'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-7689452616202724570</id><published>2008-10-22T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:31:53.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>So it was my birthday on Monday. All I can say is I had a great night. Thank you to all my friends who came and made it memorable hehehe.. A night of firsts... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS . To all who didn't make it, there's always next year. =D Or some other occasion ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-7689452616202724570?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/7689452616202724570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=7689452616202724570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/7689452616202724570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/7689452616202724570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-1284416511570693012</id><published>2008-10-16T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:39:21.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing thing...</title><content type='html'>"What is the most amazing thing in the world for you?" - Dominic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That question came up when Dom and I were discussing how to express myself in 50 words or less for the yearbook. He said I should start with something like that. It was a great idea. My only problem was, I realized that I didn't know the answer to that question. 3 weeks later, I still don't know what the most amazing thing in the world for me is. O_o Does that mean that I take things for granted? or is this question just really hard to answer? Orrrrr... maybe I just didn't really think hard enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I live my life like a robot: so routine and monotonous. I hardly ever take the time to just stop and savor the moment. I can't seem to find the time although I'm not really that busy. O__o Ah, need to have time for myself. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gotta do something interesting except whatever "interesting" thing I want to do I'm not allowed to do because my parents won't let me. That's just how things are. I figure I'm gonna have my "freedom" someday anyway, so I'll give my parents a chance this time. Besides, I'm still under their roof and they're still paying my tuition... And now, I've gone off topic.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, what about you? What's the most amazing thing in the world for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-1284416511570693012?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/1284416511570693012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=1284416511570693012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/1284416511570693012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/1284416511570693012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/10/amazing-thing.html' title='Amazing thing...'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-959471034220669564</id><published>2008-10-14T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:14:32.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder</title><content type='html'>This week's life lesson/reminder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All things, whether good or bad, come to an end. Deal with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-959471034220669564?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/959471034220669564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=959471034220669564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/959471034220669564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/959471034220669564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/10/reminder.html' title='Reminder'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-7957512071895016595</id><published>2008-10-09T19:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:38:20.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hu U?</title><content type='html'>You know what sucks? It's when you send a long text message to your friends just because you miss them and you just want to remind them that you love them (emo I know but whatever..) etc etc and then one of them replies with "Cno to?" or in english: "who are you?" O___o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda funny and kinda painful at the same time... First reaction is: "hahaha" followed by "F***! Ouch.." T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like sending "emo" text messages anymore. When will I ever learn my lesson? .. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. So nagrep na ako friend. Sorry daw. She was using another phone. It's ok.. apology accepted... but why the crap does it still bug me?? O__O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-7957512071895016595?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/7957512071895016595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=7957512071895016595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/7957512071895016595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/7957512071895016595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/10/hu-u.html' title='Hu U?'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-2545613266413762996</id><published>2008-10-08T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:41:21.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams, Grades and other thoughts...</title><content type='html'>Finally, all my exams are over. Not that I had a horrible time with it but they weren't all that easy though. I had my philo exam today and I felt like an idiot because the answer was easy but I kinda forgot the argument from the handouts. That's what happens when I cram a lot of things into my head in one day. Ugh! Hating myself at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the thing is, this semester is far from over. For me anyway. Yep, so I don't have exams anymore but I still have a project to do for my major. But it should be fun though coz at least we'll be doing more coding than documentation. I just hate writing documentations and proposals LOL... Then, there's still that senior project proposal that still needs revision. We did submit a revised copy this evening to our adviser but I'm betting she'll make us revise it again tomorrow because I just know. LOL. I did most of the revisions and I wasn't even happy about it. So, I'm guessing our adviser won't be either. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, besides all that, there's the grades. Gotta worry about that too. In fact, I don't think I'll feel "free" or done with this sem until I see my grades. Hmmmm.. I hope I pass all of them. I'm kinda tired of getting low grades. But I'm still too lazy to study. For some reason, I am "inspired" to do other things when I'm supposed to be studying for exams. I just can't seem to sit still and read my handouts or books (except for the Philosophy notes but I still too dumb to get it) not even for five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Anyway, still have a year left of college ... maybe it's not too late to change.. yet.. bwahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orrrr.. I don't know.. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-2545613266413762996?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/2545613266413762996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=2545613266413762996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/2545613266413762996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/2545613266413762996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/10/exams-grades-and-other-thoughts.html' title='Exams, Grades and other thoughts...'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-5301735696839639771</id><published>2008-10-03T17:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T17:43:54.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X</title><content type='html'>It's funny how one sentence can totally ruin an otherwise perfectly beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse is when it is said by that one person who should understand you better than the rest of the people seated around the same table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't hurt. I was pissed off...and you had absolutely no idea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-5301735696839639771?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/5301735696839639771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=5301735696839639771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/5301735696839639771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/5301735696839639771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/10/x.html' title='X'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-7340215433672003722</id><published>2008-09-29T05:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T06:02:53.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for crappy day...</title><content type='html'>Know what it feels like to wake up in a bad mood. Right now, that's what I'm feeling. My mother and I had a little argument last night. I thought I could sleep it off but nope, I still feel like shit. T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a series of ups and downs. I guess today I'm supposed to be at the downside coz last night and on Saturday I was too happy with my life. This is like what happens when I laugh out too much, I always end up crying a few hours later. It sucks. Today's gonna suck like hell. I guess I just have to prepare for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh! just remembered, I still have to write a reflection paper on Global Warming and Moral Evil for our philosophy class today. Didn't get to write it last night coz I just wanted to sleep away the anger. But that didn't work... T______T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-7340215433672003722?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/7340215433672003722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=7340215433672003722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/7340215433672003722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/7340215433672003722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/09/preparing-for-crappy-day.html' title='Preparing for crappy day...'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-9082973310361266337</id><published>2008-09-26T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T02:21:29.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Time x___x</title><content type='html'>I have had a huge cup of Nescafe Intense 3in1 coffee mix and now I just got my brother to buy me a can of Bacchus energy drink. I need a break but I cannot let myself sleep tonight. I have to finish writing up the user guide and test guide for our major project because our project presentation and defense is scheduled today at 4:30 pm. Added to that, I also have to finish editing chapter 3 and 1 of our senior project proposal and submit it as early as possible today. Woohooo! I will not sleep. x___x I just need a break. One more week. Just one more week!!! and then FREEDOM!!!!!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-9082973310361266337?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/9082973310361266337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=9082973310361266337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/9082973310361266337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/9082973310361266337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/09/break-time-xx.html' title='Break Time x___x'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-7290816650235281824</id><published>2008-09-25T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T18:32:27.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Cranky</title><content type='html'>I had two cans of Nescafe Ice Coffee this afternoon and now, I'm feeling kinda cranky. I'm not in a good mood. I guess I'm starting to feel the pressure. O.o I just feel weird coz I don't feel like smiling right now. I don't even want to use the smiley emoticons on yahoo. I am kinda angry (but not with anyone in particular) that's how I can tell. OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I had my grad pic taken today. I can still picture myself wearing the toga. It's weird like for some reason I can't believe it. So, I'll graduate on October instead of March but still... I've been here almost four years already? Time's gone by fast. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ...  ????? x___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-7290816650235281824?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/7290816650235281824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=7290816650235281824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/7290816650235281824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/7290816650235281824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/09/feeling-cranky.html' title='Feeling Cranky'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-3735607440484222322</id><published>2008-09-24T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:17:27.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T______T</title><content type='html'>my stupidity knows no limits. That's all. *bow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then I guess I should be thankful I did that something stupid coz now, I can't sleep which means I'll be able to work on my projects. My stupidity knows no limit but it has benefits. harharhar..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-3735607440484222322?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/3735607440484222322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=3735607440484222322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/3735607440484222322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/3735607440484222322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/09/tt.html' title='T______T'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-6390490060435433502</id><published>2008-09-23T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:35:52.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last song syndrome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theory of a deadman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the middle'/><title type='text'>Current Favorite Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In The Middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Theory of a Deadman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if we woke up and the whole world was gone?&lt;br /&gt;Well, would you believe with me is where you belong?&lt;br /&gt;Well there goes the world and we're right in the middle&lt;br /&gt;There goes the world and we're right in the middle&lt;br /&gt;I said leave me here&lt;br /&gt;I said leave me here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the city crumbles I see that there's nothing left behind&lt;br /&gt;As we lay here together I feel your heart beat with mine&lt;br /&gt;With time standing still, here is where we've always been&lt;br /&gt;Well there goes the world and we're right in the middle again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said leave me here&lt;br /&gt;I said leave me here&lt;br /&gt;I said leave me here&lt;br /&gt;I said leave me here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, where are we going from here?&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, where are we going from here?&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, where are we going?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz there goes the world and I'm right in the middle with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm right in the middle with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm right in the middle with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm right in the middle with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm right in the middle with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Got the lyrics from here: &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdomain.com/20/theory_of_a_deadman/in_the_middle.html"&gt;Lyricsdomain.com&lt;/a&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/6210401478243459774-6390490060435433502?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/6390490060435433502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=6390490060435433502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/6390490060435433502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/6390490060435433502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/09/current-favorite-song.html' title='Current Favorite Song'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-6710474003591820985</id><published>2008-09-23T06:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T06:23:19.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Morning Random-ness...</title><content type='html'>Random stuff while I wait for my sister to finish using the bathroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up early again. I woke up at around 5:30am. I was supposed to be up around 3 to do some work for our major project but I guess that didn't happen. I still don't have the files I need for the project anyway so that's ayt. Anyway, I'll be in school early today though I have no idea what I'll be doing there. Probably wait for Danika to finish her RS quiz then we'll probably go to the mall to check out some things and then to Agora to get her wooden katana (or whatever it's called) made. Hopefully we'll be done with all this before 12pm right before my first class for the day. But then I think I heard Beryl say we won't have a class today. There's probably gonna be another defense this time. Hmmm... I hope so. But we do need to get our defense scheduled. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh.. I'm getting tired of projects already. I have to keep reminding myself. Only one more week (or maybe two) and it'll all be over. Sem break na!!! Just hold on a little bit more... gamay na lang.. hahaha ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I just remembered. Have to do revisions for the chapter 3 of our senior project proposal. T__T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-6710474003591820985?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/6710474003591820985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=6710474003591820985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/6710474003591820985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/6710474003591820985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/09/early-morning-random-ness.html' title='Early Morning Random-ness...'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-9036223617923979826</id><published>2008-09-16T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:12:44.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk'/><title type='text'>Tambay sa STC lobby...</title><content type='html'>Dominic, Abi and I decided to hang out at the StC Lobby this evening while we waited for Danika finish her Taekwondo practice. Since we didn't have anything to do, we ended up talking about God and religion and the Bible. Then our conversation went from there to psychology. In the end, Dominic and Abi ended up trying to figure me out. It was fun. Dom was supposed to be some kind of Guru and Abi played the role of the psychologist. I was the patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Dom had some pretty good insights tonight. There was something he said that made sense to me. He said that sometimes some people would like to assume that they aren't who they are even though that's who they really are. He calls it "assuming". hehe.. I've thought about the same thing before. He's right. Abi said that I have to learn acceptance and to accept that changes happen. They said a whole lot of other things tonight that's got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea it was a good night. I love it when my friends and I hang out like this and talk about whatever. I'll have to reflect on some of the other things we talked about. I'll write more later. But ya, just wanted to share some thoughts and to say that I'm proud of my friends. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-9036223617923979826?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/9036223617923979826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=9036223617923979826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/9036223617923979826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/9036223617923979826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/09/tambay-sa-stc-lobby.html' title='Tambay sa STC lobby...'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-1282688220508147967</id><published>2008-09-13T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T10:05:14.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warriors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xu cheerdance 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='champions'/><title type='text'>2008 XU Cheerdance Competition Champions:</title><content type='html'>The College of Engineering!!!!!! wohooooo!! will add video later. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;Video's here =) Go Engineering Warriors!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nSglHVI0ZmA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nSglHVI0ZmA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/6210401478243459774-1282688220508147967?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/1282688220508147967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=1282688220508147967' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/1282688220508147967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/1282688220508147967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/09/2008-xu-cheerdance-competition.html' title='2008 XU Cheerdance Competition Champions:'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-6314760661219545710</id><published>2008-09-11T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:10:23.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>False Alarm!</title><content type='html'>Uhhh.. I just got a message from my good friend Danika. My usb is with her. We have absolutely no idea how it ended up in her bag but it's there. LOL... I'm so relieved. *sigh* My 4gb is back! My files are back. I won't have to save up to get a new one. yehey!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Don't panic lagi daun. hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-6314760661219545710?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/6314760661219545710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=6314760661219545710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/6314760661219545710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/6314760661219545710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/09/false-alarm.html' title='False Alarm!'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-202908659355193022</id><published>2008-09-11T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:01:14.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap!</title><content type='html'>So I just figured out that my usb flash drive is lost. Can't find it anywhere. Last time I remember seeing it was this morning but I can't be sure. Maybe I left it in Lab F yesterday evening. Wah!! I don't remember. I'm confused. Noooo!! I thought I was too careful with that thing. Turns out I wasn't careful enough. There goes 4gb of my life. Actually, it's not so much about the usb itself, I'm more concerned with the files that are in it especially the documents for our senior year project proposal. I didn't get a chance to copy it into my laptop. Wahhh!!! ... huhuhu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-202908659355193022?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/202908659355193022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=202908659355193022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/202908659355193022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/202908659355193022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/09/crap.html' title='Crap!'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-6450852462562933868</id><published>2008-09-06T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:15:09.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><title type='text'>Made it out ALIVE!!!! Part II</title><content type='html'>So today on our way to the Sports Center, my bro and I were involved in an accident. The motorela we were on collided with another motorela. Fortunately, we didn't get hurt. The other passengers in our rela weren't hurt too except for this one lady who was hit by the other rela (which flipped over but the driver was fine). She had a cut on her back and she felt a little faint. So my bro and I decided to go with her to the hospital. We stayed with her until she met up with a nurse friend of hers who was working there. We never got to play basketball. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my previous post I wrote about how slipping on the ramp was probably the "impending doom" thing I was worrying about. Turns out, that wasn't it. What happened tonight was far more dangerous and scary. My knees were pretty much shaking when I got off the motorela. Man, freaky but thank God we didn't suffer any serious injuries. What happened tonight is one of those moments that remind me how much I actually love my life. hehe... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-6450852462562933868?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/6450852462562933868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=6450852462562933868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/6450852462562933868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/6450852462562933868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/09/made-it-out-alive-part-ii.html' title='Made it out ALIVE!!!! Part II'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-8293874907750461515</id><published>2008-09-06T01:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T01:51:17.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><title type='text'>From the Past...</title><content type='html'>I was just browsing through some old files and I came across this. It's something I wrote about four years ago when I was still in Ruwais and had my second blog I think. lol. Anyway, thought I'd share it. So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, so mannu &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;[note: friend from Ruwais]&lt;/span&gt; told me to write. Just keep writing she said and don't stop. So here goes. These are all things that have been locked up in my head for so long now. I just couldn't write them down. I didn't like what I read on paper. It was not the same as what I thought of in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, some people have principles that they believe in built deep in the core of thier hearts. They have ideas, beliefs set within themselves yet somehow, what comes out isn't what they intended it to be. When I feel this way, I am reminded of a line from Gladiator when Maximus goes: "There was once a dream that was Rome. This is not it. THIS IS NOT IT!" (or something like that lol) I kind of say something similar to myself. I go: "There was once a dream that was me. This is not it! THIS IS NOT IT!" That's when I figure out that I am not turning into the person that I saw myself as and this due to various reasons: family, society, friends, upbringing, pressure, decisions etc. It's frustrating when you know that the real you is not who everyone sees outside; not the person who is lost, angry, freaky, weird, torn, paranoid, carefree, wreckless etc. The real you is exists but it's been buried through the years by the circumstances that have happened in your life, by the decisions and compromises that you've made. The individual that you've always envisioned you'd be is in there and I guess that's the good part. To know that, even though, right now, you're someone different, that "the dream that was you" still breathes and can be brought back up again from all the debris is comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be hard doing that; having to dig through all the dirt and throw them away. I've always thought of it as though a person whose real self has been hidden were like a beautiful plant that ended up being kept in a dark room without any sunlight or water. It cannot grow. It only wilts and eventually dies if no one give it the proper environment to survive. It will just sit there and whither away until the door is opened and it is taken back to a proper growing environment with all the essential nutrients it needs to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first sight, all you see is the plant, all thin, wilting and dried up. It's basically ugly but it's not dead yet. Once it starts absorbing the sunlight and water, it will go back to the beautiful flower that it was in the beginning before it got locked up in the dark room. I think that it's the same with people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I still think it's the same with people.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-8293874907750461515?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/8293874907750461515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=8293874907750461515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/8293874907750461515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/8293874907750461515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-past.html' title='From the Past...'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-5525240209636266</id><published>2008-09-06T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:34:24.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made it out ALIVE! XD</title><content type='html'>So, September 5 is over. That day is now officially yesterday. I made it though without hitting the fast forward button. But, something did happen to me. It wasn't doom or anything. It was just embarrassing. Yes, another embarrassing moment but this one I can write about. So what was the moment? I slipped and fell on the ramp on my way down from my philo class. There! hahaha.. Fortunately for me, there weren't that many people who witnessed the incident. Bwahahah.. and whoever they are, I don't know them. hee hee.. Don't care. But yea, I think that was probably the "impending doom" I was writing about. I'm hoping that was it. Anyway, after I got up, it was a little embarrassing but instead of actually feeling like the way I felt on Wednesday, I kinda felt good. hahaha.. yepz.. it felt good knowing that was it. I mean, that was all that happened. I was relieved. hehe.. It wasn't all that bad. XD .. yehey!! I got out alive! ... Wla lng.. I'm happy.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-5525240209636266?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/5525240209636266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=5525240209636266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/5525240209636266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/5525240209636266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/09/made-it-out-alive-xd.html' title='Made it out ALIVE! XD'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-4017594323291667051</id><published>2008-09-04T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:19:50.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impending Doom...</title><content type='html'>I'm not looking forward to tomorrow. It's not like I want to die tonight or anything, it's just that I sort of want to skip tomorrow. For some reason, I feel a sense impending doom. o.O Vat is dis? I don't like this feeling. I want to hit the fast forward button as soon as I wake up tomorrow morning. If only it were that easy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-4017594323291667051?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/4017594323291667051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=4017594323291667051' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/4017594323291667051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/4017594323291667051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/09/impending-doom.html' title='Impending Doom...'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-4426722947254866548</id><published>2008-09-04T06:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T07:23:01.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early'/><title type='text'>Congratulate me...</title><content type='html'>I'm up early today. Wheee!! It's only 6:59 am. First time I've been up this early in a month (or maybe since we got our internet connection back). XD Anyway, I think I'm going to school early today too even though my first class for the day is at noon. I need to go early for two reasons. First, I think Dominic needs to borrow my laptop for his English report. The other reason, however, shall remain a ... ummm.. secret? No, actually it's not a secret I just don't feel like writing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, moving on. Last night I reflected on some of the things that happened during the day. One of those things happened after our Philosophy class. I was on my way out and there was this hankie on the floor. I didn't know whose it was. It was just lying there. I did ask the people around who's it was (or rather I had this look on my face that seemed to ask whose hanky it was. I didn't really ask. I sorta whispered the question...) but then they just looked at me funny or like they didn't really care. Anyway, the point is, I didn't pick it up and put it on the table or somewhere. That was supposed to be the right thing to do. I mean, how hard is to pick it up and put it on the table so that in case the person who lost it ever decides to look for it, it'll be easy to find. But no, I didn't pick it up. Instead, I sort of just stared at it. Watched it get blown by the wind a few cm away from me and then I stepped over it and walked away. o.O WTF? Maybe I was just over thinking last night but it sort of didn't feel right. The teacher for the next class was there too and she was looking at me with a look on her face that seemed like she was testing me. lol. "Are you gonna pick it up or you not gonna?". lol. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea, the thing is last night I realized that there are still a lot of things I need to improve with myself. I mean a whole lot of things. A LOT. I thought I could do the little good things in life. I mean, I already taught myself to throw my plates in the bin after I get done eating in the canteen (although sometimes I do forget but not on purpose). Stuff like that. The little things. Everything starts with the little things. The big thing is made up of the little thing. Without the little things there won't be any big things, right? Change has to come from the inside and then work its way out. Then it has to start with something small and then move on to bigger things. Maybe that's an example of the gradation thing that my Philo teacher was talking about yesterday. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, yes, gotta remind myself of the little things. Hope everything goes well today. Ayt, gonna go change now. Will update when I get back tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-4426722947254866548?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/4426722947254866548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=4426722947254866548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/4426722947254866548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/4426722947254866548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/09/congratulate-me.html' title='Congratulate me...'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-2190162295869000729</id><published>2008-09-03T19:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:20:25.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>Feeling Stupid</title><content type='html'>Yep. I feel very stupid at the moment. But not as much as this afternoon. Ugh! Oh em jee!! LOL!! Seriously, so stupid. But it's kinda funny stupid. hahaha.. Oh em jee!! again.. lol.. Ugh! *repeatedly bangs head on wall* hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS ..&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I cannot stop thinking about it. OMG!!! What happened today will definitely be in my Most Embarrassing Moments list. Yep. It's in the top three. I cannot stop it from replaying over and over again in my head. It sucks. I want to sort of disappear or something. lol... Gah!!! T__T XD Make it go away!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-2190162295869000729?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/2190162295869000729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=2190162295869000729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/2190162295869000729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/2190162295869000729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/09/feeling-stupid.html' title='Feeling Stupid'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-6991955299509826086</id><published>2008-09-03T00:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T01:02:45.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><title type='text'>Appreciate or just Shut up! ...</title><content type='html'>You know what I don't like? I don't like it when I buy something and then those I know find out about it and instead of just appreciating the fact that I bought something I like, they start telling me how what I bought isn't really worth it or there's something else better than it or I didn't get my money's worth or whatever. I hate it when they do that because it makes me feel stupid like I don't know how to buy stuff. Hello? I WANT this thing that I got and I don't care how much it costs or whatever. I like it. I WANT it and fcuk it but I don't care what you think. Maybe it's just so much better that they not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone related to me is this kind of person. This person who thinks they know it all when it comes to everything. It pisses me off. If I were a really mean person, I would've said a lot of things already and she'd be crying her eyes out. But I don't and it takes a lot of my energy to just shut my mouth and pretend I don't hear her when she starts mouthing off about whatever it is that she thinks she's right about. A few minutes ago she was at it. Someone showed her this perfume that she got and this person started going on about how she (person who owns the perfume) should've just gotten soemthing from Bench because it was better and it was the same price blah blah blah. Dude! WTF? She wanted to buy the thing. It made her feel good buying that thing. Why the hell do you have to ruin it by telling her all that stuff? Stop with the "maypa kato na lang..." Shut up! WTH? I could feel this other person sort of get all quiet and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just really annoying. And what's even worse is that I think I do it too sometimes. I try my very best not to though. I just let people get what they wanna get. Hey, if it makes you happy go ahead and get it. But obviously if it's something that I know will probably harm them then I'll say something about it but if it's a perfume or a book or a dvd or little things like that then dude, let them buy it. They want it don't ruin it for them. Just shut up and realize that they got it because they wanted it and not because they were stupid and didn't know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably just going around in circles so I gotta stop. There's a point here somewhere. Basically, I don't like people who do a lot of criticizing even about simple things. And people who argue about the simplest things and people who think they know a whole lot more than everybody else when they don't and people who don't know how to appreciate other people's happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. It doesn't take much to smile and say "that's cool"... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-6991955299509826086?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/6991955299509826086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=6991955299509826086' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/6991955299509826086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/6991955299509826086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/09/appreciate-or-just-shut-up.html' title='Appreciate or just Shut up! ...'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-1113761233444136480</id><published>2008-09-02T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:23:35.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosopher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pickles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizzes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shwarma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><title type='text'>Test, Quizzes etc etc..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coz I don't feel like coding or writing the 3rd chapter of our Senior Project proposal. Here are some random quizzes I took for fun (coz im bored) and their results...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Mind is 83% Cluttered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howclutteredisyourmindquiz/clutter-5.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your mind is incredibly cluttered. You have so much going on in there, it's hard to think straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider talking to a therapist. It's a good idea to sort through your thoughts, if only to see which ones are worth hanging on to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howclutteredisyourmindquiz/"&gt;How Cluttered is Your Mind?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes, I think it is cluttered too. So many thoughts , so little talent/energy to express them. hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are the Philosopher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatroledoyouplayintheworldquiz/philosopher.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love thinking things over and developing theories.&lt;br /&gt;Learning is very important to you, and you pursue knowledge relentlessly.&lt;br /&gt;You love to talk about the things you know, often in more detail than people would like to hear.&lt;br /&gt;And you know a lot! You're always taking on new subjects, interests, and hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;You are at your best when you are left alone to ponder your newest ideas and experiments.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to withdraw from environments that are loud, contentious, or passionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatroledoyouplayintheworldquiz/"&gt;What Role Do You Play?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bwahahahahha!!!! really??? I don't think so... but hey, whatever...lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Monster Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/monsternamegenerator/monster20.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grim Ghoul&lt;br /&gt;You Feast On: Pickles&lt;br /&gt;You Lurk Around In: Candy Factories&lt;br /&gt;You Especially Like to Torment: Hippies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/monsternamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Monster Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hehehe.. I love pickles especially when it's in shwarma!!! XD .. LOVE!!! I want shwarma!!!!&lt;/span&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/6210401478243459774-1113761233444136480?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/1113761233444136480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=1113761233444136480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/1113761233444136480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/1113761233444136480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/09/test-quizzes-etc-etc.html' title='Test, Quizzes etc etc..'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-5588009852055281284</id><published>2008-09-01T19:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:14:54.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Things are easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;Why does it take a lot to do the right thing?&lt;br /&gt;"Hayahay kay ka!": Why does this phrase have to exist?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people just do something because it benefits other people&lt;br /&gt;without thinking about that phrase?&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/6210401478243459774-5588009852055281284?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/5588009852055281284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=5588009852055281284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/5588009852055281284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/5588009852055281284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts...'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-3411488628872407644</id><published>2008-08-30T00:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:11:38.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last song syndrome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pardon me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incubus'/><title type='text'>Last Song Syndrome</title><content type='html'>This song's been playing in my head since this academic year started I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Pardon Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Incubus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me while I burst...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A decade ago,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would be,&lt;br /&gt;at twenty-three, on the verge of&lt;br /&gt;spontaneous combustion. -Woe-is-me.-&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that it comes&lt;br /&gt;with the territory,&lt;br /&gt;An ominous landscape of&lt;br /&gt;never-ending calamity.&lt;br /&gt;I need you to hear,&lt;br /&gt;I need you to see&lt;br /&gt;that I have had all I can take and&lt;br /&gt;exploding seems like a DEFINITE possibility&lt;br /&gt;to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So pardon me while I burst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;into flames.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've had enough of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and its people's mindless games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So pardon me while I burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and rise above the flame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pardon me, pardon me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll never be the same!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not two days ago,&lt;br /&gt;I was having a look&lt;br /&gt;in a book&lt;br /&gt;and I saw a picture of a guy&lt;br /&gt;fried up above his knee.&lt;br /&gt;I said, "I can relate,"&lt;br /&gt;cause lately I've been thinking of combustication&lt;br /&gt;as a welcome vacation from&lt;br /&gt;the burdens of&lt;br /&gt;the planet Earth.&lt;br /&gt;like gravity, hypocrisy,&lt;br /&gt;and the perils of being in 3-D...&lt;br /&gt;but thinking so much differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me while I burst&lt;br /&gt;into flames.&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of the world&lt;br /&gt;and its people's mindless games.&lt;br /&gt;So pardon me while I burn&lt;br /&gt;and rise above the flame.&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me, pardon me...&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never be the same, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me, while I burst into flames...&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me, pardon me, pardon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pardon me while I burst&lt;br /&gt;into flames.&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of the world&lt;br /&gt;and its people's mindless games.&lt;br /&gt;So pardon me while I burn&lt;br /&gt;and rise above the flame.&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me, pardon me...&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never be the same, yeahh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lyrics I got from here: &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Pardon Me Lyrics (sing365.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-6650326544142067914</id><published>2008-08-29T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:07:38.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DotA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world of warcraft'/><title type='text'>TGIF!</title><content type='html'>Yes, weekend na naman!! wheee!! Hmmm.. what do I have planned for tomorrow? Oh yeyz, I'm gonna go shopping. Need to buy new shorts and shirts. I'm gonna buy that adidas basketball too, finally!! So, that's gonna be cool. I just need someone to go with me to the mall. Ummm..Danika? Dominic? My Twin? Abi? Wonder who'll be available. I just hate going to malls alone. It's boring. ahehehe.. After that, maybe we'll play a game of DotA. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, right now, I have nothing to do. I don't feel like playing WOW. I don't think Dominic's online so I don't really feel like playing. I need a tutor and besides, I need to read up more about the game. But it's been really fun. I think I've mentioned this before but I'll write it again: " I want to live inside the World of Warcraft." hahah.. New addiction coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Ooo, congratulate me! I attended all my classes today. LMAO! It was all cool. Umm.. and that's about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today though except that I think I made cririn worry when there was absolutely nothing to wrry about ahehehe.. Sorry twin! XD ... I promise I'll explain when we meet again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's for today. Hopefully something exciting will happen tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;Hate is a waste of energy. Don't ask. o.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-6650326544142067914?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/6650326544142067914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=6650326544142067914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/6650326544142067914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/6650326544142067914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/08/tgif.html' title='TGIF!'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-5244488354699987660</id><published>2008-08-28T17:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:22:18.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rai-rai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='russell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CS'/><title type='text'>Russell the Counter-Terrorist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1XRgHAD7LE/SLZuQ4htjqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WXYrHGZO0tk/s1600-h/818522276l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1XRgHAD7LE/SLZuQ4htjqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WXYrHGZO0tk/s200/818522276l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239496452822896290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I taught my 3 year old nephew how to play counter strike again today. Actually, he already knew how to move the mouse around when he was only around 2 years old or something. But ya, today he figured out how to buy ammo for his primary weapon. It took about two hours for him to finally remember which keys to press on the keyboard. I did get a little annoyed though coz he kept asking me where it was after every 5 seconds or so. But he did. But don't worry he's not a gamer .. yet. lol.. But I have this feeling he will be one day. Right now, I have this vision of him in college taking a computer related course just like me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, funny thing when he was playing was that he didn't want to move. I kept urging him to press the up arrow key so that he could go look for his enemies but he just wouldn't. He was like: "Dli ko. Hadlok ko." which in English means "I don't wanna. I'm scared." So he just shoots at the wall or at the ground or at his team mate. hahaha.. And then everytime he was able to press the right keys to buy ammo for his weapon he went: "Oh! Master kaayo ko ba?" (in English "I'm such a master!" or something along those lines). I thought that was pretty funny. XD *sigh* I love my nephew. Did I mention that I was the one who gave him his name? Ok, I gave him his name. I named him after my favorite actor at the time when he was born. So ya, his name is Russell Ira. LOL.. bwahahahha..! But which just call him Rai-rai (which is what R.I. sounds like if you say it fast enough. hehe)  Sometimes I call him rai-raiski. lol.. I dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, the little CS dude is fast asleep. I guess he got tired of waiting for his father to finish playing DotA on the pc. But he'll be up in a while. Until then, I'm gonna play WOW... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-5244488354699987660?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/5244488354699987660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=5244488354699987660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/5244488354699987660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/5244488354699987660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/08/russell-counter-terrorist.html' title='Russell the Counter-Terrorist'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1XRgHAD7LE/SLZuQ4htjqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WXYrHGZO0tk/s72-c/818522276l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-6175588391013202095</id><published>2008-08-28T13:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:35:12.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiesta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning'/><title type='text'>Happy Fiesta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1XRgHAD7LE/SLY5AbFYDuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HfrZH2rdiXk/s1600-h/fiestcdo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1XRgHAD7LE/SLY5AbFYDuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HfrZH2rdiXk/s200/fiestcdo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239437895925239522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really know what a fiesta is all about. I've been here three years and I still don't know anything about it except that it's to honor a saint or something. My family doesn't celebrate it you see and I didn't grow up here in the Philippines. Anyway, what is the true meaning of a fiesta? Naks! lol.. I'm just a little curious I guess. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-6175588391013202095?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/6175588391013202095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=6175588391013202095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/6175588391013202095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/6175588391013202095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-fiesta.html' title='Happy Fiesta!'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1XRgHAD7LE/SLY5AbFYDuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HfrZH2rdiXk/s72-c/fiestcdo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-5633635604039994273</id><published>2008-08-27T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:34:01.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edited layout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think'/><title type='text'>Edited Layout</title><content type='html'>So I edited my layout a bit. I'll edit some more later on. Gotta think of a better design. Right now, I can't think of anything lol. I wanna do something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Anyway, about my day. Today was an okay day. I didn't attend my Philo class coz .. ummm .. I have no reason. I just didn't go. It''s not that I don't like my Philo class coz it's actually one, if not the best, subject I have this sem. I look forward to it. I enjoy the lectures. They're fun and educational. Basically, sir's lectures do make me think which is cool because I haven't been doing a lot of thinking since I started college. Sometimes I think my brain's dead. I miss thinking about things. About anything. About whatever. I miss high school! o.O Ok, back to the topic. Ummm, where was I? Oh yeyz, Philo. Crap! I forget what I was gonna write about. Ugh! *sigh* Basically, Philo's cool and my conscience is killing me coz I missed it when it's one of the classes I look forward to attending every week. And they had a freakin quiz! Gah! *repeatedly bangs head on wall* ---&gt; hee hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it for today. That's all I gotta write about. Gonna go think up new designs for this blog. See yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Laziness is my enemy. It always has been. And I hardly win over it. So don't expect a new layout soon. hahaha.. It'll take a while. lol =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-5633635604039994273?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/5633635604039994273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=5633635604039994273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/5633635604039994273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/5633635604039994273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/08/edited-layout.html' title='Edited Layout'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-8144236099314092319</id><published>2008-08-27T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T01:13:54.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't think of a title</title><content type='html'>So I played WOW for the first time today. I just finished. It's 1:02am. lol. If Dominic didn't say he was goin to sleep, I'd probably still be playing right now. I have to thank him though. He helped. hehe..I actually wanted to live inside their world. o.O Am I showing signs of addiction already? oh em jee!! lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on another topic, ooops...I didn't get to write about the sleepover at John's house in the weekend. But that's ok coz there isn't really much to tell. =) Or maybe I'm just too tired to write about it and you'll probably be bored reading about it haha.. But, why is it that everytime I tell myself I'm going to do something the next day, I never end up doing it? Hmmm... Psychological? Dunno lol.. Nah, I'm just a major procrastinator. I think I'm the laziest person I know. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta stop now. Shoulders hurt. Need to sleep. Play again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminder: Wake up early!!! (Which I'll probably not end up doing coz I wrote about it. But since I wrote that I'll probably not do it, I'll probably end up doing it and so on and so forth...) hahaha.. you confused yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayt, goodnight everyone (everyone = the two people who read this blog haha)...=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-8144236099314092319?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/8144236099314092319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=8144236099314092319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/8144236099314092319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/8144236099314092319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-cant-think-of-title.html' title='I can&apos;t think of a title'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-4623300769587750615</id><published>2008-08-26T02:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T02:29:31.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boxing'/><title type='text'>Just Something</title><content type='html'>It's 2:16am. I feel like I have to write something before I go to sleep. So, there I did! haha. I've been gone for two days, I actually missed posting here. Where was I? Two night sleepover at a classmate's house for a project which isn't even halfway done. o.O hee hee hee ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll write about the sleepover experience tomorrow, maybe. XD Right now, I gotta get some rest. My whole body hurts. Damn that boxing game on Wii. Why did I have to punch so hard??? Why??? But at least I didn't come last. Danpakz did which is funny coz his last name is Pacquiao. ahehehhe.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan, if you're reading this, NOTD? Saman? hahaha.. =) adik! lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, goin to bed.. 'til tomorrow.. zZzzz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-4623300769587750615?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/4623300769587750615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=4623300769587750615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/4623300769587750615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/4623300769587750615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-something.html' title='Just Something'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-7454720668601948807</id><published>2008-08-23T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:09:37.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the butterfly effect'/><title type='text'>The Butterfly Effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1XRgHAD7LE/SK-L9-GEWTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/L8Ci8bSXBKU/s1600-h/butterfly_effect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1XRgHAD7LE/SK-L9-GEWTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/L8Ci8bSXBKU/s200/butterfly_effect.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237558788411906354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After four years, I decided to watch this movie again. Watched it last night. I still like it. It got me thinking that if I ever had a chance to go back to the past, I'd probably not end up changing anything. I think I'll do the same thing over again because that's just me. I'm the kind of person who rarely does anything out of the ordinary. I'm pretty freakin' ordinary. o.O I think. It's like I'm programmed to do things. How boring is that??? oh em jee again! lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you could go back to the past, would you change it? And if yes, what would you change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-7454720668601948807?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/7454720668601948807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=7454720668601948807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/7454720668601948807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/7454720668601948807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/08/butterfly-effect.html' title='The Butterfly Effect'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1XRgHAD7LE/SK-L9-GEWTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/L8Ci8bSXBKU/s72-c/butterfly_effect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-5984281684158151637</id><published>2008-08-22T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:31:05.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat This!</title><content type='html'>Because I told my friends I'd post it. So, what's there to beat? It's DanPakz's virus infected 2Gb USB flash drive. So far, he's the only person I know with this many viruses in a single USB. Check it out below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1XRgHAD7LE/SK6wXn_r4vI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xWOOpUb80q8/s1600-h/danpakzUSB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1XRgHAD7LE/SK6wXn_r4vI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xWOOpUb80q8/s320/danpakzUSB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237317336598045426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm using the Avira Anti-Virus (well, d'uh..I know lol). It wasn't even done checking. We had to end the scan coz it was taking forever to scan the capitalism folder. lol .. Anyway, there it is, 499 viruses at 81.3%. Wonder if it would ever reach 500 if we hadn't stopped the scan. hehe.. Yeah! Go DanPakz! lol ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya, that's all.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-5984281684158151637?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/5984281684158151637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=5984281684158151637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/5984281684158151637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/5984281684158151637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/08/beat-this.html' title='Beat This!'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1XRgHAD7LE/SK6wXn_r4vI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xWOOpUb80q8/s72-c/danpakzUSB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210401478243459774.post-5599921489742578536</id><published>2008-08-22T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:18:15.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Day, New Blog</title><content type='html'>So I've started a new blog again. Why? honestly, because I thought my friend Thesa's blog (http://crispypapaya.blogspot.com) made me want to start my own again. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my first post would be to explain my blog name. But that was when I was still thinking of possible blog names. After about 22 possible choices, I chose this one. Why? Coz it reminded me of an essay I wrote back in the 7th or 8th grade about A Day In My Life. Thinking about it now, what I wrote then about my daily routines is still quite similar to my daily routine now, 9 years later. o.O That's how monotonous my life is. oh em jee! lol. Anyway, there's really not much to explain about the name I chose for this blog. It's self-explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if you're wondering what "viennesday" is (the url for this blog), it's simple. It's "Vienne's Day". (I just realized it sounded like Wednesday which, right now, is my favorite day of the week coz we don't have to wear freakin uniforms to school. So that's cool. hehe) "Vienne" is my second first name. lol. Yes, I have two first names. Most filipino kids do. It's like tradition almost. My mother chose Vienne because it sounded like my dad's name which is Ven. I only found out that it's actually a river or soemthing in France. Back in highschool I didn't like using my second first name because it sounded like Vienna and most people thought I was named after the place Hitler was born in. I didn't mind that. I just didn't want to have to explain to them that they were wrong. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so yea, that's that. This ends my "first" post. See ya later. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210401478243459774-5599921489742578536?l=viennesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/feeds/5599921489742578536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210401478243459774&amp;postID=5599921489742578536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/5599921489742578536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210401478243459774/posts/default/5599921489742578536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viennesday.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-day-new-blog.html' title='New Day, New Blog'/><author><name>vienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05807457967600774899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
