<?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-8033031253219395795</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:09:37.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books And Life (but mostly Life)</title><subtitle type='html'>Anything and everything inside and out of a library.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-2024248887689302347</id><published>2011-07-10T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T14:27:54.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates...I know you're waiting for it... Anyways, whatever.</title><content type='html'>It's been a month since my last post. Since I said that I'll just organize my thoughts and will blog. Like I expected, I haven't posted anything for the last 30 days. Now I am going to post something, not because I have to, but because my blog looks like an abandoned house. Much like the Texas Chainsaw killer's house except that mine's completely uninhabited. So yeah. Enough with the pre-blog pageantry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something new in my blog site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Facebook Like Button. What an irony. I have a like button in my blog even though I don't have a Facebook account. Why don't I have a Facebook account? Simple. I prefer real life socializing. If you want to befriend me, talk to me or just say a random fact about anything to me, exert an effort. I prefer phone calls, text messaging and face-to-face conversation. Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything&amp;nbsp; against Facebook or to those people who use it. I just and refuse to let my self into it. And besides, I wouldn't enjoy it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tweet Button. Although not entirely, it is another irony. I don't have a Twitter account. I used to have but I deleted it. I just don't see the point of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If I don't have a Facebook and Twitter account, then why the hell put it in my blog in the first place? Simple. Advertising. If you're going to say something, make sure that you will be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am going to take this opportunity to introduce to you the blog of my friend and my colleague, Mr. Stevenson Que. His blog, &lt;a href="http://cavitedailyphoto.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cavite Daily Photo&lt;/a&gt;, is one of my favorite blogs. It is informative and his photos capture the raw side of Cavite (as a Caviteño sees it). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I set an objective. I am planning to read at least 10 books for 2011. As I fulfill my objective, I'll be posting reviews of the books that I've already read. I already have a few books in mind that I want to read. A friend of mine told me to read Divergent, knowing that I loved the Hunger Games series, she said that I'd love this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are only few of the new things that is happening to me. I'll add some more later as I *ehem* gather my thoughts and contemplate if I want to share it to you or not, creepers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-2024248887689302347?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/2024248887689302347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2011/07/updatesi-know-youre-waiting-for-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/2024248887689302347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/2024248887689302347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2011/07/updatesi-know-youre-waiting-for-it.html' title='Updates...I know you&apos;re waiting for it... Anyways, whatever.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-5696556681811792196</id><published>2011-06-11T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T01:55:20.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myfacewhen.com/images/199.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://www.myfacewhen.com/images/199.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been missing out the action (if there is any) for the past few&amp;nbsp; months. My last blog entry was November 10 of last year. I've been busy and that's all you have to (and will) know. I'm planning on resurrecting this blog mainly because it looks like a neglected child. I apologize if I let this blog sink into the abyss. I'll organize my thoughts then I'll post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-5696556681811792196?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/5696556681811792196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-been-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/5696556681811792196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/5696556681811792196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-been-year.html' title='It&apos;s Been A Year...'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-3847711034355567143</id><published>2010-11-10T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T11:29:25.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blogger is Sick</title><content type='html'>Well, not in that context. No. I am sick since I have a cough (an irritating and dry one) and I am experiencing a couple of headaches. Lucky I do not have a fever anymore. Anyways, I don't want to give away too much information about my self (or me not using Zuck's creation would defeat its very reason, to enjoy my privacy). Enough with the chitty-chat-chat. I am originally going to announce my excitement because in 11 days, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows will hit the big screen. Finally! I've been waiting for this day for 3 years! Or shall I say, since the day I fell in love to the epic tale of the boy-who-lived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-3847711034355567143?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/3847711034355567143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/11/blogger-is-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/3847711034355567143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/3847711034355567143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/11/blogger-is-sick.html' title='The Blogger is Sick'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-6478939763507862359</id><published>2010-11-04T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T19:28:54.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing To Do...</title><content type='html'>My body aches. My throat is itchy and my head hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got my yearbook from school. It was heavy. So heavy. And I'm not exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can read a book (The Scorch Trials) or I can watch a DVD (Inception).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll do something later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-6478939763507862359?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/6478939763507862359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/11/nothing-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/6478939763507862359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/6478939763507862359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/11/nothing-to-do.html' title='Nothing To Do...'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-7845942728780487136</id><published>2010-11-03T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T13:24:36.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Boring Day</title><content type='html'>It's 1:22 PM. Despite the fact that it's now November, the weather is still hot as hell. I can't wait for the December. Not only because of Christmas but also because of the cold weather. Enough with the weather. I am on my computer again. I decided to watch a movie later, since my ear buds are broke as shit, I have no choice but to wander off the internet and do some useless blogging. Microsoft Visual Studio is open and I feel the urge to practice my programming skill. It's set. Let the programming begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-7845942728780487136?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/7845942728780487136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-boring-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/7845942728780487136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/7845942728780487136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-boring-day.html' title='Another Boring Day'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-6726954681137825752</id><published>2010-11-02T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T21:28:45.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zuck's Social Network</title><content type='html'>Two nights ago, I decided to watch a movie. Now this isn't just another teen movie, no. This is the movie based upon a book based upon the life of Zuck. Is he familiar to you? Probably. If you haven't heard of his name before, shame on you...especially if you're using Facebook. He is the co-founder of the world's largest networking site, Facebook  (www.facebook.com). Mark Zuckerberg, or just Zuck. The youngest billionaire in the world (I'm not sure about this one anymore. I read somewhere that Zuckerberg's friend and Facebook co-founder Dustin Moskovitz is now ranked youngest billionaire by Forbes 400. If you want to know more the Facebook founders, Google is just one click away. I'm not here to lecture you about the lives of these people, I'm here to make a review.) Anyway, back to the movie. The Social Network (&lt;a href="http://www.thesocialnetwork-movie.com/"&gt;http://www.thesocialnetwork-movie.com/&lt;/a&gt;) is based upon the book of Ben Mezrich, &lt;b&gt;The Accidental Billionaires: The Founding of Facebook, A Tale of Sex, Money, Genius, and Betrayal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Mr. Mezrich is also the author of Bringing Down the House which was also made into a movie). Mark Zuckerberg, played by Jesse Eisenberg, founded Facebook in his dorm room with 3 of his dorm mates. The movie chronicles the founding of Facebook and its founders' lives as the largest social network changes the virtual social lives of the world forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was inspiring yet cautious. As the movie's tag line says, "You don't get to 500 million friends without making a few enemies." Success doesn't come easily. Sometimes, you have to be drunk and creative. A little flash of genius is also necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I don’t want my fidelity to be to the truth; I want it to be to  storytelling...What is the big deal about accuracy purely for  accuracy’s sake, and can we not have the true be the enemy of the good?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Aaron Sorkin, The Social Network's Screenwriter in his interview with the New York Magazine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lB95KLmpLR4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lB95KLmpLR4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-6726954681137825752?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/6726954681137825752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/11/zucks-social-network.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/6726954681137825752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/6726954681137825752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/11/zucks-social-network.html' title='Zuck&apos;s Social Network'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-8809394504670258643</id><published>2010-10-07T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T19:54:25.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for the Scorch Trials</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/8217/51efizveql.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/8217/51efizveql.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since I was busy for the past couple of months (I just finished my bachelor's degree thesis and now, I am officially graduate of college! Yey!), my books were put into a dusty corner of my room. I have lost track of time and it escaped my mind that the release of The Maze Runner's sequel will be out of the market in just 5 days! Five days! Can you believe it?! The Scorch Trials will be released on October 12. I expect the book to be as good (if not better) as the first one. I am also expecting some answers to the questions I have in my  mind. What is this 'WICKED' organization? Why is there a second group in the Trials? What they are for? How bad is it outside the real world? And how can these kids stop this so-called "Flare"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't read The Maze Runner yet, I am urging you to read it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-8809394504670258643?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/8809394504670258643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/10/waiting-for-scorch-trials.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/8809394504670258643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/8809394504670258643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/10/waiting-for-scorch-trials.html' title='Waiting for the Scorch Trials'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-1620914059142201362</id><published>2010-07-01T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T12:12:22.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Many Things Happened At Once</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;President Benigno "NoyNoy" Aquino III Inaugurated as 15th Philippine President&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, President Benigno Simeon "NoyNoy" Conjuanco Aquino was inaugurated at the Quirino Grandstand, Manila. He took his oath before Associate Justice Conchita Carpio-Morales instead of the Chief Justice, Renato Corona, where most of the past presidents sworn before to. Pres. Aquino never hid his disapproval of the Chief Justice's appointment, whom has been appointed by Former Pres. Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo.&lt;br /&gt;After the oath taking, Pres. Aquino delivered his inspiring inaugural speech to the Filipino people, promising a better Philippines by eradicating the rampant corruption in the government. As his campaign slogan said, "Kung Walang Corrupt, Walang Mahirap." (If there is no corrupt, there won't be any poor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gmanews.tv/story/194814/full-transcript-of-president-aquinos-inaugural-speech" target="_blank"&gt;Full transcript of Pres. Aquino's speech.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Full Trailer Released&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago, the official trailer of Harry Potter's seventh and final installment has been released. The movie will be shown in 2-parts, the first one will be on November whilst part two will be on July 2011. As a Harry Potter fan, all I can say is I CAN'T WAIT FOR NOVEMBER! I WANT TO WATCH IT NOW! FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="278" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_EC2tmFVNNE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_EC2tmFVNNE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="278"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Sweet Little Angel Left Me -- For A Month&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a countdown clock for your return darlin'! Dang, it's only Day 1 and I miss you already!!! Okay, I must restrain my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://cdn.widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;if (WIDGETBOX) WIDGETBOX.renderWidget('6005559b-fb6b-4ada-8ceb-17b9acb0fb7a');&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;Get the &lt;a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/i/6005559b-fb6b-4ada-8ceb-17b9acb0fb7a"&gt;Countdown Creator Pro&lt;/a&gt; widget and many other &lt;a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/"&gt;great free widgets&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.widgetbox.com"&gt;Widgetbox&lt;/a&gt;! Not seeing a widget? (&lt;a href="http://docs.widgetbox.com/using-widgets/installing-widgets/why-cant-i-see-my-widget/"&gt;More info&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-1620914059142201362?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/1620914059142201362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/07/too-many-things-happened-at-once.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/1620914059142201362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/1620914059142201362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/07/too-many-things-happened-at-once.html' title='Too Many Things Happened At Once'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-4959048044491008222</id><published>2010-06-12T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T18:49:32.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, We Are Free</title><content type='html'>Today, June 12, 2010, is the 112th Anniversary of Philippine Independence. And I feel free. Thanks to our forefathers who gave their lives for the independence I, together with my people, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I just want to have a blog entry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TBNkaGMBqfI/AAAAAAAAACs/DLHdO4wRdTA/s1600/Untitled-1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TBNkaGMBqfI/AAAAAAAAACs/DLHdO4wRdTA/s320/Untitled-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, Google Philippines put up a cool Philippine-flag inspired doodle in their home page. Kick-ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*That pic is owned by &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.ph/"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt;. Obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-4959048044491008222?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/4959048044491008222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-we-are-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/4959048044491008222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/4959048044491008222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-we-are-free.html' title='Today, We Are Free'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TBNkaGMBqfI/AAAAAAAAACs/DLHdO4wRdTA/s72-c/Untitled-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-3984095109314866314</id><published>2010-06-07T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T18:42:15.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bree Tanner: A Novella</title><content type='html'>I am not really a fan of Stephenie Meyer nor the Twilight Saga itself. On the contrary, I do not like the books. I said I do not like them, not hate them. Anyway, Meyer released another book whereas the idea of this book sprang from Book 3: Eclipse. I knew that this book will certainly make a buzz in the Twilight World, especially that the third installment of the book, Eclipse, will be available in the screen on June 30th in which the character of Bree Tanner was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the synopsis of the book and I became curious as to who this Bree Tanner might be and what is her side of the story. Fans of the book will undoubtedly know that Bree Tanner was the newborn vampire in the last part of Book 3. But as what Meyer said, it seems that there is more to her than meets the eye. I decided to read the book out of curiosity and with a dwindling hope that this might be different from the story of a hundred-year old sparkling vampire and his girlfriend whom cannot stand on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*The book can be read online on &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.breetanner.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;www.breetanner.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;starting on the noon of June 7.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-3984095109314866314?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/3984095109314866314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/06/bree-tanner-novella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/3984095109314866314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/3984095109314866314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/06/bree-tanner-novella.html' title='Bree Tanner: A Novella'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-5035746713511050246</id><published>2010-06-04T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T22:34:12.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election 2010 (AKA I Should Have Posted This Entry Last Month)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"What this country needs is not a change of men but a change in men."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Sen. Richard Gordon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TAjL1IMBjlI/AAAAAAAAACc/c7NHp8isVeQ/s1600/gordon2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TAjL1IMBjlI/AAAAAAAAACc/c7NHp8isVeQ/s320/gordon2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last second Monday of May, Filipinos flocked to voting precincts to exercise their most precious right and holy duty to their country: suffrage. I am personally excited to this Election because this is the first automated election in Philippine history. Likewise, this is also the first time that I am going to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a first time voter, I want my first time to be as memorable as any first times that will happen in our lives. I spent some time to think of whom I am going to vote. I considered several characteristics of what I think a President should possess. And after some time of contemplating the pros and cons, I am confident of my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Competence&lt;/b&gt;: I believe every government official should be competent enough to hold a public office. One that has the capability to deal with the challenges of governing a country.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Track Records&lt;/b&gt;: Like an Employer hiring an applicant, track records are important basis of a candidate to be considered as qualified for the job.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Not Corrupt&lt;/b&gt;: Most of the Filipinos will agree that the rampant corruption in the Government is one primary problems of this country.&lt;br /&gt;- I also believe that a President should be an Economic Literate (since the country was not greatly affected by the worldwide economic meltdown), s/he should has the capability of maintaining the Economy's  stability. Likewise, a moral candidate is needed as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduated from  Ateneo De Manila University with A.B. in History and Government (1966) and University of the Philippines with a Bachelor's Degree in Laws (1975), Richard Gordon served as a Mayor in Olongapo for 11 years before he became the Founding Chairman and Administrator of Subic Bay Metropolitan Authority (SBMA). He also served as a Cabinet Secretary in the Department of Tourism under the Arroyo Administration (2001-2004). In the National Election of 2004, he was elected as Senator up until now. An awardee of Gold Humanitarian Service Cross Award by the Red Cross, Gordon, chairman of the Phil. Red Cross, is committed to public service through medical missions and reliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lists goes on and on for this candidate. I exerted effort to know more about him and the other candidates, and I arrived to the conclusion that he is the best choice. So that is why I gave my vote to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I would like to congratulate Sen. Aquino for his spectacular victory. I call upon this nation to unite and support him.... I would like to congratulate all the winners and pray that they serve our country well. We accept the will of the people."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Senator Richard "Dick" Gordon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Footnote: Sen. Richard Gordon lost the Election after he conceded to the Presidential Race front-runner Sen. Benigno "Noy-Noy" Aquino III. According to the unofficial tallies and exit polls, he came 6th out of the 9 candidates. Sen. Gordon will remain as Philippine Senator until his term expires on June 30, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*Reference: &lt;a href="http://www.senate.gov.ph/senators/sen_bio/gordon_bio.asp"&gt;Senate of the Philippines (Sen. Richard Gordon)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;**Photo taken from www.senate.gov.ph &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-5035746713511050246?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/5035746713511050246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/06/election-2010-aka-i-should-have-posted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/5035746713511050246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/5035746713511050246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/06/election-2010-aka-i-should-have-posted.html' title='Election 2010 (AKA I Should Have Posted This Entry Last Month)'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TAjL1IMBjlI/AAAAAAAAACc/c7NHp8isVeQ/s72-c/gordon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-1269764142720345028</id><published>2010-04-19T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:43:16.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101 Things I Love About You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;101.&lt;/span&gt; I love everything about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;100.&lt;/span&gt; I love your slowness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;99.&lt;/span&gt; I love your lameness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;98.&lt;/span&gt; I love playing chess with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;97.&lt;/span&gt; I love how you always beat me in chess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;96.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that I CAN'T BEAT YOU (unless you let me to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;95.&lt;/span&gt; I love how you always want to lose on PURPOSE so our score isn't always your score against my 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;94.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that we have the same view about religion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;93.&lt;/span&gt; I love it that you love yogurt (even though I'm grossed out of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;92.&lt;/span&gt; I love this generic picture you've sent me for Valentine's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i877.photobucket.com/albums/ab338/markgabriel_2009/Reseources%20for%20Blogspot/mb.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://i877.photobucket.com/albums/ab338/markgabriel_2009/Reseources%20for%20Blogspot/mb.png" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;91.&lt;/span&gt; I love the way you care for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;90.&lt;/span&gt; I love the way you say 'honey'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;89.&lt;/span&gt; I love the way you kiss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;88.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that your kiss almost always ending up to a snog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;87.&lt;/span&gt; I love the way you say "mwaaahhh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;86.&lt;/span&gt; I love the way we make out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;85.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that you eat walnuts, tomato and bread (together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;84.&lt;/span&gt; I love how you're being sneaky just to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;83.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that you're thinking of "genius strategies" just to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;82.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that you're good at damning everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;81.&lt;/span&gt; I love how thoughtful you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;80.&lt;/span&gt; I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;79.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that we're&amp;nbsp; both liars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;78.&lt;/span&gt; I love the way you say my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;77.&lt;/span&gt; I love calling you 'my little angel'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;76.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that you can't make a &amp;lt;3 smiley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;75.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that I have to teach you how to do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;74.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that you still can't do it even though I already taught you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;73.&lt;/span&gt; I love it whenever you feel "THAT" (in case you're wondering, just ask me what it is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;72.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that I NEED YOU to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;71.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that you also NEED ME to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;70.&lt;/span&gt; I love to make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;69.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that I want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;68.&lt;/span&gt; I love it when you say "uhuh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;67.&lt;/span&gt; I love it when you're "hmmmmmm-ing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;66.&lt;/span&gt; I love saying how cute you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;65.&lt;/span&gt; I love it when you say I'm also cute so I won't feel bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;64.&lt;/span&gt; I love waking up and having a great day because I had a dream of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;63.&lt;/span&gt; I love it when I wake up and you're the one who comes first into my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i877.photobucket.com/albums/ab338/markgabriel_2009/Reseources%20for%20Blogspot/62.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="38" src="http://i877.photobucket.com/albums/ab338/markgabriel_2009/Reseources%20for%20Blogspot/62.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;61.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that I'm only yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;60.&lt;/span&gt; I love your short story (finish it, I'd like to know what happened after the kiss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;59.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that we both love collecting sea shells (this really fascinates me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;58.&lt;/span&gt; I love it when I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;57.&lt;/span&gt; I love the way you miss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;56.&lt;/span&gt; I love the way you say "sure" whenever I ask you to make out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;55.&lt;/span&gt; I love the way you ask me to make out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;54.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that you love Tom and Jerry (just proves how my girlfriend is such a child)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;53. &lt;/span&gt;I love it whenever you say "I'm actually 17...turning 18" (proves how much you love me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i877.photobucket.com/albums/ab338/markgabriel_2009/Reseources%20for%20Blogspot/52.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="39" src="http://i877.photobucket.com/albums/ab338/markgabriel_2009/Reseources%20for%20Blogspot/52.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;51.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that for you "haha" is different from "hahahahahaha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;50.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that you wear glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;49.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that it doesn't matter to me even if you wear glasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;48&lt;/span&gt;. I love your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i877.photobucket.com/albums/ab338/markgabriel_2009/Reseources%20for%20Blogspot/eyes.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i877.photobucket.com/albums/ab338/markgabriel_2009/Reseources%20for%20Blogspot/eyes.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;47.&lt;/span&gt; I love giving you goodluck kisses for your exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;46.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that you trust me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;45.&lt;/span&gt; I love it when you said you want to have a family with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;44.&lt;/span&gt; I love our plan of you riding on a grocery cart while I'm gonna push it (I swear one day will gonna do that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;43. &lt;/span&gt;I love it when I hate you (because everytime I hate you, I'm lovin' you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;42.&lt;/span&gt; I love it when you're feelin' jealous (you're so cute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;41.&lt;/span&gt; I love how brave (and strong) you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;40.&lt;/span&gt; I love it when you're being sarcastic without knowing you're being one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;39.&lt;/span&gt; I love the way you act when you're in a mood swing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;38.&lt;/span&gt; I love the way you act even if you're in a "once-a-month-syndrome"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;37. &lt;/span&gt;I love your kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;36.&lt;/span&gt; I love your lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;35.&lt;/span&gt; I love it that we both want to make love with each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;34. &lt;/span&gt;I love the way you stuck out your tounge in your baby picture (in the My Girlfriend in Diaper picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;33.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that you never doubted on me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;32.&lt;/span&gt; I love caring for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;31.&lt;/span&gt; I love your 1.59 meter height&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i877.photobucket.com/albums/ab338/markgabriel_2009/Reseources%20for%20Blogspot/30.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="95" src="http://i877.photobucket.com/albums/ab338/markgabriel_2009/Reseources%20for%20Blogspot/30.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;29.&lt;/span&gt; I love spending time with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;28.&lt;/span&gt; I love the way you make me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;27.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that you dont give a damn about what other people think about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;26.&lt;/span&gt; I love it that the tought of you kept me alive during darkest moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;25.&lt;/span&gt; I love making you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;24.&lt;/span&gt; I love the way you joke (so lame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;23.&lt;/span&gt; I love your sweetness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;22.&lt;/span&gt; I love the day you said you love me (February 15, 2010, 11:12 PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;21.&lt;/span&gt; I love saying how ADORABLE you are (here we go again honey, I broke my rule again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;20.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that you have a power over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;19.&lt;/span&gt; I love your innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;18.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that this 101 things I love about you isn't enough to list all the things I love about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;17.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that I believe you'll make a good mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt; I love your name (which means "Snow Queen", I have to agree you are a queen to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt; I love it when you give me good luck kisses for my exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that our good luck kisses really make us study harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that good luck kisses gave us good grades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that you're smarter than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact that for you, I'm smarter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i877.photobucket.com/albums/ab338/markgabriel_2009/Reseources%20for%20Blogspot/10.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="39" src="http://i877.photobucket.com/albums/ab338/markgabriel_2009/Reseources%20for%20Blogspot/10.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; I love it when you say you want me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; I love to say I'll be with you forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; I love it when you say you won't leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; I love our honesty with each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; I love being loyal to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fact we found each other out of the billions of people in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; I love our love story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; I love the way you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;1. and most of all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i877.photobucket.com/albums/ab338/markgabriel_2009/Reseources%20for%20Blogspot/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="45" src="http://i877.photobucket.com/albums/ab338/markgabriel_2009/Reseources%20for%20Blogspot/1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-1269764142720345028?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/1269764142720345028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/04/101-things-i-love-about-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/1269764142720345028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/1269764142720345028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/04/101-things-i-love-about-you.html' title='101 Things I Love About You'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i877.photobucket.com/albums/ab338/markgabriel_2009/Reseources%20for%20Blogspot/th_mb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-4315585509865305919</id><published>2010-03-07T01:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T15:07:45.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had to say goodbye to a very dear person but I can't write about her at the moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Goodbyes are harder the first time but we learn to move on. I hope this is true, because I don't see any sign of moving on yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She never left me. Thank heavens for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-4315585509865305919?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/4315585509865305919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-had-to-say-goodbye-to-very-dear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/4315585509865305919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/4315585509865305919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-had-to-say-goodbye-to-very-dear.html' title='I had to say goodbye to a very dear person but I can&apos;t write about her at the moment.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i881.photobucket.com/albums/ac11/markphotos_2010/signature/th_mb_collagefin.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-1326364487327887624</id><published>2010-03-03T12:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T12:31:28.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will ya please turn the aircon on?! Oh, it's already on?</title><content type='html'>Okay, I don't usually blog about the things like this but it's gettin' hard to ignore mainly because I can effin feel it the whole time. The deal is, the abnormality of the climate suddenly kicks a high mark and if you don't believe me because you're living on a once-was-snow-carpeted-pavements-but-it's-not-anymore-cuz-it's-already-spring place then, umm, yeah I understand. But the thing is, its getting absurdly hot in here! That's so uncool (lol)!! CLIMATE CHANGE? Maybe? Absolutely? Definitely? One thing is for sure, it's something to do with El Niño (El Niño in summer!) The sad news is, it's not only affecting our body but the crops, poultry and Tarzan's crib as well. Sooner or later there will be a scarcity of food, water and prostitutes. I hope not, especially the third one (lol). BUT the good thing is, everyone is doing their job to lessen the effect of this phenomenon. The Catholics are doing a &lt;i&gt;Horatio Imperata&lt;/i&gt; (prayer for rain), the tribesmen on Mountain Province are doing a rain dance (I just saw this on news last night), most of the Filipinos are saving water and the government is busy on campaigning.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, we're bracing ourselves for April/May because the temp would kick as high as 40C. Sup with that?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know, It's Getting Hot In Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bRgtofyvUIA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bRgtofyvUIA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&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/8033031253219395795-1326364487327887624?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/1326364487327887624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/03/will-ya-please-turn-aircon-on-oh-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/1326364487327887624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/1326364487327887624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/03/will-ya-please-turn-aircon-on-oh-its.html' title='Will ya please turn the aircon on?! Oh, it&apos;s already on?'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-8305834189657783895</id><published>2010-02-27T14:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T12:48:17.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex, Murder and "That's a really nice tattoo. No, I'm serious"</title><content type='html'>Title: The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo (&lt;i&gt;Män som hatar kvinnor)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Country: Sweden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Author: Stieg Larsson (1954-2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hissweetheart.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/the-girl-with-the-dragon-tattoo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://hissweetheart.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/the-girl-with-the-dragon-tattoo.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I saw this book on my friend's (Katy) virtual shelf and I was curious about it because (1) she gave it a very good review and (2) I wonder why is there a dragon tattoo on a woman's back. Anyway, I asked Katy if it was really a worth read and she said it was, though she warned me about the physical and sexual violence. I'm not really a sissy when it comes to physical violence, except if it's really gross (like the one in horror/gore movies) but I'm pretty much disgusted when it comes to sexual violence, well sometimes. This is to say that I have a potential to become a serial killer but not a serial rapist. LOL! Though if I'll be given a chance to become invisible for 24 hours but have to do either Kill or Rape, I think I'll rape like a madman than resort to a killing spree. Naah, I'm just kidding. But seriously, if I'll be given a chance, I'll weigh my options. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone who have read this book will agree on one thing: Stieg's gone a little too far on the details. At first I thought it's kinda annoying and unnecessary. Annoying in a sense that some of the details were not really crucial to the story, hence they were quite unnecessary. But at some point, I enjoyed reading those extra details. I even copied the Vanger Family Tree, took down notes and add some of my personal thoughts because it can get really confusing so it's helpful to jot down notes but it was really enjoying to keep track of the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot consists of two major mysteries, the first was the case of Harriet Vanger and second was the mystery about the Wennerström affair.The hero, Mikael Blomkvist, is a journalist and publisher of the magazine Millennium. Portrayed as a ladies man, Blomkvist was convicted of libel because of his accusations to Hans-Erik Wennerström. However, Blomkvist's real mission is to solve a murder case that took place some forty years ago. The niece of Henrik Vanger, Harriet Vanger, was, according to Henrik's theory, murdered by a greedy and petty Vanger. This was the starting point of a fast-paced thrilling story of greed, lust and killing sprees. Now I know what Katy meant when she said "It has a lot of physical and sexual violence". What really sad is the fact that these things actually happened and it was stated in the stats in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Forty-six percent of the women in Sweden have been subjected to violence by a man."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Thirteen percent of the women in Sweden have been subjected to aggravated sexual assault&lt;br /&gt;outside of a sexual relationship."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Ninety-two percent of women in Sweden who have been subjected to sexual assault have not&lt;br /&gt;reported the most recent violent incident to the police.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These numbers were really disturbing. That's not how you treat a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what captures me is the heroine of the story, Lisbeth Salander. A victim of sexual abuse herself, Salander is an intelligent hacker and apparent partner of Blomkvist in solving the Harriet Murder Case. Lisbeth was a very likable character, she was honest to her feelings and a one tough punk. She was the first and most original heroine of crime and mystery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8nZGZZI7Vo/ShblgAQ02QI/AAAAAAAAANQ/668tHSCa4VM/s1600/harriet_vanger_stieg_larsson_maend_der_hader_kvinder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8nZGZZI7Vo/ShblgAQ02QI/AAAAAAAAANQ/668tHSCa4VM/s200/harriet_vanger_stieg_larsson_maend_der_hader_kvinder.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have also watched a film adaptation of the book and I'd say the movie was brilliant. It captures the essence of the book and and it gave justice to the characters, especially Lisbeth Salander. It couldn't get any more perfect. The one who portrayed Blomkvist kinda off to be Blomkvist, I imagined a more handsome actor. The girl who played the young Harriet Vanger was more than perfect! She's exactly like the one I imagined as Harriet. I like Julia Sporre (Harriet Vanger) because she gave justice to the character and she's soooooo beautiful (and uber hot)! Just look at the picture at the right and you'll know what I'm talking about. She has one hell of a beautiful face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'd say this book kicks effin ass! I'm looking forward to read the sequel (The Girl Who Played with Fire) and the the sequel of the sequel (The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets' Nest). Stieg was a genius and he deserved all the praises. Good job Stieg and may you rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 9.6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*Images: Book Cover of The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo; Harriet Vanger (from the film adaptation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;OFFICIAL TRAILER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="243" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XCz-Tg6M0Z0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XCz-Tg6M0Z0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="243"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-8305834189657783895?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/8305834189657783895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/02/sex-murder-and-thats-really-nice-tattoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/8305834189657783895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/8305834189657783895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/02/sex-murder-and-thats-really-nice-tattoo.html' title='Sex, Murder and &quot;That&apos;s a really nice tattoo. No, I&apos;m serious&quot;'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t8nZGZZI7Vo/ShblgAQ02QI/AAAAAAAAANQ/668tHSCa4VM/s72-c/harriet_vanger_stieg_larsson_maend_der_hader_kvinder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-4107211233806536890</id><published>2010-01-10T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T12:41:12.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas, Maze and Grievers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/S0mG5gheSLI/AAAAAAAAABc/2Na4PnREaSY/s1600-h/mazerunner.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425015548685469874" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/S0mG5gheSLI/AAAAAAAAABc/2Na4PnREaSY/s200/mazerunner.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 138px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It all begins with my friend Katy, when she said to me “Hey Mark, if you have time, read The Maze Runner. It’s good.” Then I said, “Yeah, sure. I’ll read it, sounds cool.”  But I didn’t read it. Well, at least I didn’t read it immediately. I just grab a copy of the book but I didn’t read it. After quite some time, more than a week perhaps, I flipped to the first page and begun reading.  Just to close it again after reading that very first page. I’m not interested, yet.  A couple of weeks later, after putting several books to my “Read or Die list” aka My Book Basket, I decided that I want to read The Maze Runner and finish it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;After I finished reading the first three chapters, I became totally hooked to the story. I don’t know but maybe, when you’re reading a book for the first time, there’ll always this phase that it’s hard to get accustomed and get hook to the story. It’s like this phase in smoking (even though I do not smoke), the first three days will be always hard but after that you’ll be fine and get used to the smoke. It’s the same with drinking. The beginning will always be the hardest but   as soon as you get to the flow, everything will be in place and you’ll just see what’s going to happen. So after the first three chapters, I get used to the surroundings of the story, the characters and what the story wants to tell. Now, after a few chapters, the phase of the story started to get faster and chapters are getting intriguing and exciting. One of the things I liked about this book is its ability to hang you in a thread whenever a chapter ended. It kind of makes a veil of thrill that makes you want to know more and makes you curious on what to happen next. It reminds me of Harry Potter books and Catching Fire that makes you blown away in every ending of every chapter and it makes me satisfied.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;As for the characters, I liked the character of Thomas. He reminded me of Harry Potter in so many ways. He was courageous, he was selfless and he was stupid (sometimes). Likewise, his heroine, Teresa proved to be a valuable character. I like the subtle romance between them. Subtle because they don’t have any idea what they are to each other for the reason that they both have amnesia. They just felt that they have this deep connection, that they were lovers before their memory was wiped out.  I also like the character of Teresa because she has a strong personality and that even boys cannot bully her.  Newt’s humor proved also to be valuable to the story. I bought most of his jokes because it was totally hilarious! Chuck’s character reminded me of Rue of Catching Fire. I have this speculation about Chuck regarding the thing that happened to him in the ending. But I will not mention it because it would spoil a lot about the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;All in all, I think the book kick effin ass and I’m very much excited to get my hand on the next book. But unfortunately, it’s not written yet and there’s no definite schedule as when the author will write it. But it’s sure that he will definitely write a sequel because the story is clearly isn’t finished yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rating: 8.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-4107211233806536890?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/4107211233806536890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/01/t.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/4107211233806536890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/4107211233806536890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2010/01/t.html' title='Thomas, Maze and Grievers'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/S0mG5gheSLI/AAAAAAAAABc/2Na4PnREaSY/s72-c/mazerunner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-3905581339188570594</id><published>2009-12-28T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:58:40.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine Christmas. And now: New Year</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a long time since my last post. I've been busy for the past weeks due to some unnecessary things such as exams. I had 5 exams: 1 so-so (Graph Theory),  2 exams that was ass-kicking (C# and Automata Theory) and 2 piece of cakes (Political Science and Economics). All in all, i think I did pretty well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a 21 year old, Christmas is not as exciting as those of 4-year-olds. For one thing, Christmas presents are less valuable (just kidding). But who cares, right? I think I had a fine Christmas. No snow, like always (but I will be freaked out if there'll be snow here in the Philippines!).  I'm really looking forward to New Year.And New Year in the Philippines means firecrackers! It's like, New Year's not complete without these ear-splitting firecracker bastards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what I'm pissed about is no less than a week, classes will resume again. It's like, "Give us some fuckin' break!" But don't get me wrong, I like going to school. Especially seeing my gorgeous schoolmates. Mmmm, I missed school already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-3905581339188570594?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/3905581339188570594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2009/12/fine-christmas-and-now-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/3905581339188570594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/3905581339188570594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2009/12/fine-christmas-and-now-new-year.html' title='Fine Christmas. And now: New Year'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-2912572918314378822</id><published>2009-12-11T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:12:51.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books piling up in my basket</title><content type='html'>My books keep piling up. I have another book to read entitled The Maze Runner. A friend of mine recommended this to me. I bet this is good as she has a very good taste in books. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nikkimantyla.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/maze-runner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 205px;" src="http://nikkimantyla.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/maze-runner.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently reading Nightlight: A Twilight Parody. And I must say, WHAT A GAS! I'm like in Chapter 3 and all I could do is laugh! The guys who made this are genius!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-2912572918314378822?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/2912572918314378822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2009/12/books-piling-up-in-my-basket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/2912572918314378822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/2912572918314378822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2009/12/books-piling-up-in-my-basket.html' title='Books piling up in my basket'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-7299550036957005368</id><published>2009-12-09T07:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:41:35.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Birthday! Yesterday.</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday yesterday, December 7! I started the day by waking up 10 in the morning. My mom and dad wished me a happy birthday. A couple of relatives texted (how gay!) me wishing me also a happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much today. Pretty much the same actually. The same routines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of my friends greet me, or any other classmate. I don't know if they knew it's my birthday yesterday. Actually, I thought of it as funny! Imagine, none of my friends wished me a happy birthday! LOL! Maybe they don't know it's my birthday. HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-7299550036957005368?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/7299550036957005368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-my-birthday-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/7299550036957005368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/7299550036957005368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-my-birthday-yesterday.html' title='It&apos;s My Birthday! Yesterday.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-4089740784019943686</id><published>2009-12-05T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T15:12:36.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Upset</title><content type='html'>Gosh, I'm so upset I can't even talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*so what's the point of posting it in here eh?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sorry that's my alter ego being rude to me again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the bright side, I had plenty of time to do what I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I'm in love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS. Oh, I forgot, she's my friend's girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post PPS. Bad luck. Why I'm always falling in love with people who are already taken?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-4089740784019943686?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/4089740784019943686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-so-upset.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/4089740784019943686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/4089740784019943686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-so-upset.html' title='I&apos;m So Upset'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-4494989477881999174</id><published>2009-12-01T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T11:58:02.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's December Again!</title><content type='html'>Yipee! It's December again and I can already feel the coldness of the wind biting my skin! Also, being December means another thing: it's my Hapee Birthday! I can't wait to finish my stuffs. I really want to read books again. I have two additional books in my basket: (1) The Harvard Lampoon - Nightlight. A parody of the "Phenomenal" *duh* Twilight Saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joyhog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/lampoon-nightlight.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://joyhog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/lampoon-nightlight.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 324px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 215px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* The cover alone made me LOL! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other book is (2) Vacations From Hell. Seems interesting, the title, that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img1.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/c4/c22863.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://img1.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/c4/c22863.jpg" style="display: block; height: 278px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 183px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*Edit (2/27/10)&lt;br /&gt;I've finished this anthology a long time ago, I was just too lazy to post anything about it since it was kinda lame. But to be honest, I enjoyed 2 of its 5 short stories. There was a fair dose of mystery and a considerate amount of making-out (especially the snogging sessions of Charlotte and the french guy). I'd like to give it a failing mark but to be fair, I'm just gonna give it 3 over 5 asterisks (that is, ***/*****).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-4494989477881999174?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/4494989477881999174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-december-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/4494989477881999174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/4494989477881999174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-december-again.html' title='It&apos;s December Again!'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-4482534144168933694</id><published>2009-11-29T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:41:09.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't wait to finish my ^#$@# thesis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lauriestolarz.com/dlsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 264px;" src="http://www.lauriestolarz.com/dlsm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for my thesis to be over. I have plenty of books in my basket, awaiting to be read. One of the books I plan to read is Deadly Little Secret by Laurie Faria Stolarz. The cover seems intriguing (and the girl has a nice legs :)) Then after this book, I plan to read its' sequet, Deadly Little Lies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-4482534144168933694?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/4482534144168933694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2009/11/cant-wait-to-finish-my-thesis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/4482534144168933694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/4482534144168933694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2009/11/cant-wait-to-finish-my-thesis.html' title='Can&apos;t wait to finish my ^#$@# thesis!'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-9133724262427754548</id><published>2009-11-26T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:18:29.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh No!</title><content type='html'>Gosh! Days have been passing by so fast! Like vomit passing through the mouth or a Ferrari driven by Schumacher, that fast! And for all I know, it's my thesis defense next week! Damn! I wish I had more time to furnish my thesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time I've been doing my stuffs, I always ask my self: "Why the fuck do I have to study these things?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics, Political Science? duh!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-9133724262427754548?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/9133724262427754548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/9133724262427754548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/9133724262427754548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-no.html' title='Oh No!'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-561221155011490718</id><published>2009-11-23T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:06:49.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!</title><content type='html'>Well, I got a very busy 2 weeks ahead of me. I have software stuffs to do, some school stuffs like Economics and Political Science. Can I be honest with you guys? I don't know why the fuck I'm studying these things. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-561221155011490718?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/561221155011490718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2009/11/whew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/561221155011490718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/561221155011490718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2009/11/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-5603761172902466258</id><published>2009-10-26T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:30:36.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bow, Single Arrow and the Mockingjay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/SuWkogTeTpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3omzWSYtUCs/s1600-h/resistance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/SuWkogTeTpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3omzWSYtUCs/s200/resistance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396900744246742674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For anyone who read the Hunger Games Books, this symbol signifies one important thing: rebellion. What happened in Panem is not far from reality. Oppression and injustice is happening almost everywhere. In my country, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Philippines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, oppression, injustice and corruption are no news. In fact, the people are already too numb to care. But are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Corruption crippled the system of our society. It triggers injustice as those power-hungry beasts devour our hopes. Those in the position of power don’t care whether their people eat or not. As long as their belly is full and their pocket is bulging of money, they don’t care if we rot in hell of starvation. Yes, I may not experienced hunger but you don’t have to feel it to be sorry for those who have, to have compassion. You don’t have to be a victim to see the injustice that draped around you. You don’t have to be forced to flatten a mountain to feel the hand of the oppressor. Maybe it’s better to leave it the way it has been. Maybe there is more solace to ignore these things. Yes, it is bliss to be ignorant, to be unaware of the horrifying scenes that is happening. But to be ignorant is no different to be like these monsters, to be the enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What can I do? I’m in no position of power. All I have is my bow and a single arrow (well, at least metaphorically). Yes, a bow and arrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Next year, May 2010, there will be a National Election. This is one of the few things that they cannot take away from us, the right to suffrage.  This is my single arrow that will find its home to the heart of the enemy, the oppressor. This is my voice, out of millions, who seeks change, the millions who seek change.  Our vote is our act of defiance that we seek for change. We want a leader who can deliver us from injustice and corruption and likewise who believe that there can be change. I believe we can have a leader who can do the right thing. And this is our rebellion, our mockingjay, that we are tired of corruption and injustice and oppression. It's time to kick some politicians ass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;photo from the cover of The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-5603761172902466258?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/5603761172902466258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2009/10/bow-single-arrow-and-mockingjay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/5603761172902466258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/5603761172902466258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2009/10/bow-single-arrow-and-mockingjay.html' title='Bow, Single Arrow and the Mockingjay'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/SuWkogTeTpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3omzWSYtUCs/s72-c/resistance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-9043992113749043445</id><published>2009-10-25T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:48:12.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink dress and The Hunger Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.suzannecollinsbooks.com/images/scollins-210-Hg--jacket.jpg" style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 317px; " border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 150%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It’s been a long time since I really enjoyed reading a book. I mean, REALLY ENJOYED reading a book. If I’m not mistaken it was September 2007 when I first read the last book on the epic tale of Harry Potter, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, when it was released on August 21, 2007 that I engulfed myself in pages of the book like there was no tomorrow. I really liked those times, when I am the only one existed and also my book to tell me a story. Then there was Twilight, I really liked the plot of this novel. On how Meyer convinces me that apart from the magic of Harry, I will also like romances. But that was ages ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 150%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I remember when I was browsing Stephenie Meyer’s website that I came across this book. Apparently, Meyer read it and she recommends everyone to likewise read it. But I don’t give a f*** because the cover didn’t appeal to me. On the contrary, I found it very boring and corny. It was a black-based book with Mayan-like designs and a golden bird inside a circle with an arrow in its beak.  Several months later (at least almost a year), when I’m browsing my Shelfari account that I stumble again with this book, but like the first time I saw it, it still didn’t appeal to me. But oh since I do nothing at that time, I decided to give it a try and see if Meyer was right about recommending it, worth reading the least. Then, I started to read The Hunger Games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 150%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The first few chapters were boring, but that is completely normal as this was the stage where a reader is acquainted to the characters. I learned that this book was told in a first-person-point-of-view (I like third-person-point-of-view style of telling the plot because I have an idea of the bigger picture of the story). The protagonist is a girl named Katniss Everdeen, which I found very odd (what a name?!) and later revealed to be inspired by some grass. On the first part of the novel, I imagined Katniss as Emma Watson if ever this book will find its way to the big screen. If Emma will speak in American accent, she could be the perfect movie counterpart of Katniss. But Emma Watson was immediately replaced by another girl from being the Katniss in my imagination. Later I will tell you who she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 150%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I started reading this 9pm up until 1am in the morning. Then I resumed the following day 9am up until 3pm then resumed again 6pm and finished the entire book all the way to 4am. All in all, I finished the book in good 20 hours, technically less than a day. I think this is enough to tell you all how I loved the book that I almost refused to let it down. 20 hours of reading, for me, is equal to the statement: “I F***ING LOVE THIS BOOK!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 150%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Katniss is a very likable character. She’s tough but is not afraid to cry and show a little emotion. When I’m reading the book, the only girl in my mind as Katniss is a girl from our school. I first saw this girl a couple of weeks ago but the classes ended and I never had the chance to saw her again. I don’t know why but during the times I read The Hunger Games, she was the only one in my mind. It’s odd really, considering that I only saw her once, I fully remember her face yet I didn’t even know her name. When I first saw her, she was wearing this beautiful pink dress, and I kept glancing on her every time I had the chance. She is very beautiful.  But I never saw her again. Am I falling in love again? It seems ages when I wrote my last blog about the girl whom I fell in love again after her breaking my heart. Hmmm, am I being a bitchy liar for saying things like “always” and “no one will ever love someone blah… blah…blah” yet here I am falling for another girl? What’s the boy word for slut again? Unfortunate but that only proves one thing: life is full of twists and turns. But despite these twists and turns the fact remains the same. Someone out there was destined for me, that someday, a girl will say that I am hers and she is mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 150%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well, I maybe losing my feelings to the girl who broke my heart, but I know one thing: I need to find that girl in the pink dress. And thanks for The Hunger Games for helping me realize that the girl in the pink dress whom I met only once should be my real-life Katniss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 150%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:small;"&gt;PS. I already read the second book of the Hunger Games, Catching Fire, and I should say it’s beautiful as its’ prequel. I’m going to post my review here (Though I don’t know when. I’m still mourning what happened in District 12, if you know what I mean.) All I can say is Katniss is still somehow admirable to me, considering the circumstances and her current plans. And still, I need to find the girl in the pink dress. There are still a good three weeks before the classes will resume. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-9043992113749043445?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/9043992113749043445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-long-time-since-i-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/9043992113749043445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/9043992113749043445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-long-time-since-i-really.html' title='Pink dress and The Hunger Games'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-3313572159286303219</id><published>2009-10-13T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T14:39:21.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Fell In Love Again to the Girl Who Broke My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(A Fictional Monologue) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"ALWAYS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;That’s what I promised to her. Now I came to think of the weight of that one word. Now I came to think (and feel) that I’ve never been in love this way before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;They say life is so complicated. Actually it’s not, it’s pretty simple. Because in life, there are only two choices: the same old things you want to do and the new different things you’re afraid to try. Life is not complicated. It is what people say when they can’t handle it anymore, when they can’t reason it anymore, and when they can’t grasp the idea that life isn’t fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I’m always afraid of commitment. Maybe because I know that one day, the people I love will eventually leave me, “So why love them in the first place?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“Why should I be in love? Does that make the world a better place?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“Why should I love her?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“What if she doesn’t love me anymore three days after?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“What if she sees someone who’s better than me? Of course, there are million people better than me. Forgive my arrogance.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“What if she gets sick?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“What if she died?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I don’t think I can handle that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So before they have the chance to leave me, I will leave them first. In that way, the pain will be lesser. And I will not be as empty as I should if I attached myself to them. “It is safer this way,” I said. Yes, safer indeed but not happy. Between the two choices above, I always choose the same old things I’m comfortable with. Why risk trying new and ending up broken hearted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I’m in love. Yes, I’m in love with the same girl I loved for the past thirteen years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Why I feel this contaminating feeling? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“Maybe I just like the way she talk and no more serious than that,” I reasoned to myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This can’t be love because love doesn’t suppose to exist. Love cannot be explained nor quantified, hence the probability that it doesn’t exist is with the same probability that water will evaporate if it reaches 100 degrees Celsius. But what puzzles me is the fact that this unexplainable and unquantifiable “thing" doesn’t leave my heart for the past thirteen years, and it’s getting stronger by the minute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“There is definitely something wrong with me,” I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;There is someone else. Yes, she’s in love with someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Maybe the pain will go now. She’s in love with someone else. The truth slaps me in the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But hold on! What is this another feeling? Why I want to stab that guy in the neck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Is this jealousy? No, this can’t be jealousy. Why would I be jealous to that man? I hardly even know him. Oh! I know him! He’s my friend. But why would I want to stab my friend in the neck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Why I am happy? Is there anything joyous about a man and a woman breaking up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(A decade later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I am confused again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Why is she happy with that guy (who happened to be my friend)? They broke up years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;She’s supposed to hate that guy. Maybe they reconciled. What’s the point of reconciling to the person who hurt you so much? Yes, love is lovelier the second time around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“There is something wrong with me. There is definitely something wrong with me!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;She broke my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The question is whether we are or not perfect for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;She’s not perfect. Yes, that’s a fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The moment I saw her, three years ago, I knew that I don’t like her. All I can see are negative things. She’s this, she’s that, and she’s crazy. All I can see are imperfections. Imperfections that is somehow same with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Thirteen years later, here I am, reminiscing the moment I saw her. That moment when I saw all of her imperfections, the moment I saw all negative things about her, the moment I realized that I don’t care about those imperfections. All I care is the fact that I love her. And she is the most perfect woman I have ever known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Then there’s doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I’ve never doubted of her. I’ve never doubted my love for her. I doubt myself. I doubt that I’m worthy enough for her. She’s heaven, I’m worse than hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sometimes, I wish I am not in love with her, so that I’m not going to experience this agony anymore. But like I said, I’m not worthy enough for her. She’s heaven, I’m worse than hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Love is not synonymous to sex, at least pleasure-wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Why I’m feeling this feeling? At this stage of my life, as stated in the Psychosexual Stages of human, I should feel sexual attractions toward the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But why I don’t have any earthly desire to the woman I love? Why I don’t have any sexual feelings to the woman who broke my heart? Why I feel this feeling? I feel that I just love her. And I cannot bear, even in my mind, to see her that way, that we are doing “that” without a wedding ring? I just love her. I respect her. I never saw her that way. Never, even in my mind, I saw her naked. Maybe Freud made a mistake. Maybe there’s an exception. Maybe the exception is: “Sexual desires, when one being is in a state of true love, don’t exist and he doesn’t feel nor seek earthly pleasures towards the person he loves. He just loves her.” Sex is a wonderful thing that should be done in the premises of marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Love, they say, doesn’t make the world go round. It just makes the ride worthwhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“If I asked you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable, known someone that could level you with her eyes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Feeling like God put an angel on Earth just for you, who could rescue you from the depths of hell. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her be there forever, through anything, through cancer.”&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;-Sean, Good Will Hunting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;For the first time in my life, I risk trying new. I realized that one day, maybe three years later, maybe five or maybe ten but definitely there will come a day that I will have regret for not telling her that she’s the most important woman in my life. Before I faced that day, I will tell to the only woman I loved how much I love her. A love that cannot be explained, defined and quantified, yet it exists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;                                                                            ***                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;True love lasts a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The only consolation I can give to my wasted heart is the fact that I never bitch out. I’m not a coward. I told her the truth. I told her that I love her, that I always have and I always will. Always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If I could somehow summarize my feelings for her, it would only take thirteen words: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“No one could possibly ever love someone as much as I love her.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-3313572159286303219?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/3313572159286303219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-i-fell-in-love-again-to-girl-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/3313572159286303219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/3313572159286303219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-i-fell-in-love-again-to-girl-who.html' title='The Day I Fell In Love Again to the Girl Who Broke My Heart'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-4226513142250149625</id><published>2009-10-07T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:28:38.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost Symbol?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img27.imageshack.us/img27/5513/thelostsymbol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 314px; " src="http://img27.imageshack.us/img27/5513/thelostsymbol.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The latest thriller of Dan Brown hit the shelves of bookstores last September 2009 and as expected, sales hit the charts. After all, this novel came from the same author who gave us Angels and Demons and of course, The Da Vinci Code. What is more exciting, Robert Langdon returns to this book to solve another mystery not in the Louvre or the Il Passéto but in the heart of United States, the US Capitol in Washington DC. I’m like a child underneath a huge Christmas tree waiting for his gift to be opened when my eyes finally touched the first few words of the book. “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Secret is how to die” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;are the first six words that greeted me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Enticing, isn’t it? But as I kept reading and reading, I noticed that the plot seemed to be slowing down as my eyes starting to shut down. The first few chapters were slow-plotted and didn’t move for quite some time. It was getting very boring by the minute. But then again, I kept on reading and reading. After all, this was Brown’s so there must be some “explosive things” somewhere beneath the pages. There were a few, but it’s not shocking enough. And the only thing that gave me the feeling of satisfaction is the twist about Mala’kh. At least I never had foreseen this twist about Mala’kh, unlike in Deception Point and Digital Fortress where I totally guessed the ending (the worse is Deception Point where I already guessed the ending when I was only halfway reading it), that keeps me sane and calm. LOL! In the end, all I can say is this book doesn’t live up to my expectations. And the boy who happily waited underneath the Christmas tree to open his gift was deeply disappointed, nearly suicidal, while staring at his gift: a copy of The Lost Symbol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-4226513142250149625?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/4226513142250149625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-symbol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/4226513142250149625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/4226513142250149625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-symbol.html' title='The Lost Symbol?'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8033031253219395795.post-9119992453142710785</id><published>2009-09-29T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:07:25.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Paramore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://idolator.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/paramore-brand-new-eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " src="http://idolator.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/paramore-brand-new-eyes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Currently listening to Paramore. They have a new album called Brand New Eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hayley and the rest of the band rocks! I love their song Misguided Ghosts and Playing God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nice :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8033031253219395795-9119992453142710785?l=abookandbasket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/feeds/9119992453142710785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-paramore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/9119992453142710785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8033031253219395795/posts/default/9119992453142710785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abookandbasket.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-paramore.html' title='My Paramore'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14627165189947868164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78wqOycxS3w/TNKUA3O6yPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsiA9URZMXo/S220/sup+baby.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
