<?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-6759736</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:46:56.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho-hum...</title><subtitle type='html'>random thoughts. stuff. angst. nonsense. musings. whatever.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>356</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-1910222993671059141</id><published>2007-08-26T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:07:23.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ako'y nagbabalik, sabik na sabik (hehehehe... borrowed line from Sandwich =&gt;)</title><content type='html'>After a two-week hiatus from Multiply (due to a toxic sched and absence of internet), I am back -- adik and krung krung as ever. Hahahaha.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And what better way to spice up my Multiply blog but to post this article by a certain social-climber named Malou Fernandez who used to write for People Asia (I say 'used to' since I heard she has already resigned there after several people got wind of her pathetic and insulting article).  Pucha, I cannot believe someone has the gall to write something like this for a magazine!  We all have our frustrations about our country and our countrymen, but to actually diss them on a regional publication?!?!?! Whoa.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know I'm late in posting this, but I just opened my email hehe, and I just heard about the news.  So there.  Anyhoo, as my friend says "&lt;font size="3"&gt;You can't buy class honey, and neither will you ever have&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="3"&gt;the breeding that you apparently aspire for.&lt;/font&gt;"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Notice how she name-drops socialites and brand names in her article.  Pathetic-ness. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/RtGITQoKCnQAAAsjeEQ1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaymsterbean.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RtGITQoKCnQAAAsjeEQ1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.jaymsterbean.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RtGITQoKCnQAAAsjeEQ1/people%20asia.jpg?et=DdKzUBjCHCtwmTRBhHxWZg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/RtGITQoKCnQAAAsjeEQ1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/RtGI2AoKCnQAABhCZ4E1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.jaymsterbean.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RtGI2AoKCnQAABhCZ4E1/people%20asia2.jpg?et=Gc8xlTp8gt3E5buj69%2CWbQ" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-1910222993671059141?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1910222993671059141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=1910222993671059141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/1910222993671059141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/1910222993671059141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2007/08/ako-nagbabalik-sabik-na-sabik-hehehehe.html' title='Ako&amp;#39;y nagbabalik, sabik na sabik (hehehehe... borrowed line from Sandwich =&amp;gt;)'/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-5773078371064030027</id><published>2007-08-19T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:31:49.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walang echos! --&gt; GRABBED FROM GRACIE =)</title><content type='html'>"WHO WAS YOUR LAST?''&lt;br&gt;Rule #1:&lt;br&gt;If you open this you GOTTA take it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rule # 2:&lt;br&gt;You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages you and asks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rule #3:&lt;br&gt;Only answer True or False.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Q: Kissed more than one person on your top friends? ***sorry kahit anung gawin ko, hindi ko maintindihan ang tanung na to***&lt;br&gt;Q: Kissed someone you didn't like? TRUE&lt;br&gt;Q: You like someone? TRUE&lt;br&gt;Q: Held a snake? TRUE&lt;br&gt;Q: Been suspended from school? FALSE&lt;br&gt;Q: Kissed in the rain? TRUE&lt;br&gt;Q: Sang in the shower? TRUE&lt;br&gt;Q: Sat on a roof top? FALSE&lt;br&gt;Q: Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? FALSE&lt;br&gt;Q: Broken a bone? FALSE&lt;br&gt;Q: Shaved your head? TRUE&lt;br&gt;Q: Played a prank on someone? TRUE&lt;br&gt;Q: Had/have a gym membership? TRUE&lt;br&gt;Q: Donated Blood? FALSE&lt;br&gt;Q: Had your heart broken? TRUE&lt;br&gt;Q: Broken someone's heart? TRUE&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Who was your last?"&lt;br&gt;just be 100% truthful&lt;br&gt;LAST PERSON...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. You hung out with? SANDWICH&lt;br&gt;2. last person you texted? DARWIN&lt;br&gt;3. last person you slept next too? CANNOT SAY&lt;br&gt;4. Went to the movies with? GRACEY &amp; DK (THEN DATCH, MAGGIE, JAYBEE, ANDREW, NEY, ETC ARRIVED)&lt;br&gt;5. Went to the mall with? WENG, SAM, SIR CHRIS, NATHAN&lt;br&gt;6. You talked to on the phone? DARWIN&lt;br&gt;7. Made you laugh? DIEGO&lt;br&gt;8. You hugged? ERRR... I THINK ALDEN?&lt;br&gt;9. you kissed? ***&lt;br&gt;10. Made you cry? MONG!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA =P&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WOULD YOU RATHER...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Be serious or be funny? FUNNY&lt;br&gt;2. Drink whole or skim milk? SKIM&lt;br&gt;3. Die in a fire or get shot? GET SHOT&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Sun or moon? MOON&lt;br&gt;2. dark or light chocolate? DARK&lt;br&gt;3. Left or right? LEFT&lt;br&gt;4. Sunny or rainy? RAINY&lt;br&gt;5. Hugs or kisses? HUGS&lt;br&gt;6. Where do you live? PASIG&lt;br&gt;7. Rock or Techno? ROCK&lt;br&gt;8. Do you want to get married? NOT REALLY, NO.&lt;br&gt;9. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it? TWIRL&lt;br&gt;10. Do You Cook? YES&lt;br&gt;11. Current mood? SO-SO&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;IN THE LAST 72 HOURS HAVE YOU...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Kissed someone? on the cheek - YES &lt;br&gt;2. Sang? YES&lt;br&gt;3. Been hugged? ERR... NO&lt;br&gt;4. Like someone you can't have? I GUESS..&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-5773078371064030027?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5773078371064030027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=5773078371064030027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/5773078371064030027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/5773078371064030027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2007/08/walang-echos-grabbed-from-gracie.html' title='Walang echos! --&amp;gt; GRABBED FROM GRACIE =)'/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-4816084152418658210</id><published>2007-08-16T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T03:45:08.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Stolen from Stella =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A - Age: &lt;/strong&gt;Puede bang wag na to sagutin? Wehehehehehe.  Basta eto na lang... nasa kalendaryo pa naman ako! Bwahahahaha.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B - Band listening to right now:&lt;/strong&gt;  Popsicle. Sorry stuck na ko sa era na yon talaga haha.  Sandwich pinapakinggan ko araw-araw, gabi-gabi. =)  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C - Career:&lt;/strong&gt; RM &gt;&gt; the second best job in the world! Weee! (Sabi ni Raims, best job yung kanila e, akin yung second best hehehe)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D - Drink or smoke:&lt;/strong&gt; Smoke&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E - Easiest person/s to talk to:&lt;/strong&gt; Basta hindi epal.  Walang hangin.  Tyaka hindi nagsisinungaling.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F - Favorite song/s at the moment:&lt;/strong&gt;  Errrr........ Wala ako mapili. Wah. Like I said stuck na ko sa lumang era, so I don't really listen to new stuff much, ergo, I can't think of a favorite song at the moment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G - Gummy Bears or Gummy Worms:&lt;/strong&gt;  Whichever.  Magkalasa naman sila e hehehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J - Junk foods you like:&lt;/strong&gt;  Ruffles Cheddar &amp; Sour Cream chips and Cheetos Crunchy cheese snack&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L - Longest car ride ever:&lt;/strong&gt; Baguio to Manila in 2000 (or was it 2001? I forget).  NLEX was still under construction so you could just imagine the traffic.  It took us over 12 hours from Baguio to Manila, imagine that! Literally naubos yung antok ko sa haba ng byahe. &lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M - My favorite sport/s:&lt;/strong&gt;  To play? Or watch? Hahaha.  I'm not really sporty but I used to play volleyball when I was a kid.  I like watching basketball, if it's on.  But I don't really crave for it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N - Number of relationships you've had:&lt;/strong&gt;  Hmmmm.  4 serious.  The rest wag na natin pagusapan hahahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O - One wish you have?? &lt;/strong&gt;World peace.  Naks!&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P - Phobias:&lt;/strong&gt;  Cockroaches! Eeeeew.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q - Favorite quote:&lt;/strong&gt;  "I know he's out there.  But I can wait."  Wahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R - Reasons to smile:&lt;/strong&gt; Being with people I love everyday.  Plus doing something I like and enjoy (and  even getting paid for it!).  Life is complicated but it's good.  And I'm happy. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S- Song:&lt;/strong&gt;  Whatchamean? Can't think of a fave nga e.  Random song lang? Hmmm.  "Mighty KC" by Four Squirrels.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T- Time you woke up:&lt;/strong&gt; 12:30pm.  Weeeee! Haha.  Slept at 7am na kse no! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U - Unknown fact about u:&lt;/strong&gt; Hmmm.  I'd like to think that my life is pretty much an open book.  And I've always been transparent... You'd know my mood just by looking at me.  But for the sake of this meme, I'd say an unknown fact about me would be... that I'm really a nice person. Haha.  I can be a major biatch when I need to be, but I'm perfectly nice. And sensitive. I'm a mentos. Hard outside, soft inside. Wah. Hahahaha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V - Vegetable/fruit you hate:&lt;/strong&gt; Okra.  Blech.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W - Worst habit:&lt;/strong&gt;  Procrastination.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X - rays you've had:&lt;/strong&gt; Oooh.  Several. Haha.  Mostly lung-related (ehem), plus one ankle/foot x-ray when I fell off the stage and had a badly torn ligament. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y- Yummy food/s:&lt;/strong&gt; Anything potato.  I love potato.  And corn. And chocolate.  And coke. And coffee. Teka drinks na pala yan.  Hahahaha. Weeee! &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z- Zodiac sign:&lt;/strong&gt; Aries.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-4816084152418658210?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4816084152418658210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=4816084152418658210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/4816084152418658210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/4816084152418658210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2007/08/abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz.html' title='ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ'/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-2528349615623290906</id><published>2007-06-09T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T22:04:26.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isang hirit pa hehehehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/5Typ-g-ERA/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/5Typ-g-ERA/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KALENDARYO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sandwich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wag kang tutungo&lt;br&gt; Nakakahawa ang lungkot mo&lt;br&gt; Wag kang mag-alala&lt;br&gt; Babalik ako&lt;br&gt; Pahingi naman ng konting ngiti&lt;br&gt; Ang yakap mo ay dadalhin ko &lt;p&gt;Ang daming araw&lt;br&gt; Ang daming buwan&lt;br&gt; Hindi masabi kung kailan&lt;br&gt; Ang daming araw&lt;br&gt; Ang daming buwan&lt;br&gt; Pikit ka lang, mahal&lt;br&gt; Pikit ka lang&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Malayo ba&lt;br&gt; O nandyan ka lang&lt;br&gt; Pareho tayong nag-aabang&lt;br&gt; Kailan muli mangyayari&lt;br&gt; Ang makasam ka&lt;br&gt; Matikman ang iyong halik&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-2528349615623290906?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2528349615623290906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=2528349615623290906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/2528349615623290906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/2528349615623290906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2007/06/isang-hirit-pa-hehehehe.html' title='Isang hirit pa hehehehe'/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-7472243172400904278</id><published>2007-06-09T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T21:56:53.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eto pa isang love song...</title><content type='html'> &lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/KN4FzbuILJ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/KN4FzbuILJ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WALANG KADALA-DALA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sandwich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laging naniniwala hindi nagsasawa&lt;br&gt; Nahilo sa gayuma kaya nagwawala&lt;br&gt; Laging umaasa ano bang meron sya?&lt;br&gt; Paulit ulit lang naman pinapaikot ka&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p&gt;[chorus]&lt;br&gt; Walang kadala dala napapatulala&lt;br&gt; Walang kadala dala naghihintay sa wala&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p&gt;Nilumot na ang lupa wala paring tiyak&lt;br&gt; Napagod na ang luha di na makaiyak&lt;br&gt; Sana ay matauhan pusong nakabitin&lt;br&gt; Kalimutan mo na sya’t ako ang pansinin&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p&gt;[repeat chorus]&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p&gt;Walang kadala dala napapatulala [2x]&lt;br&gt; Hindi nadadala nadadala nadadala [3x]&lt;br&gt; Naghihintay sa wala &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-7472243172400904278?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7472243172400904278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=7472243172400904278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/7472243172400904278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/7472243172400904278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2007/06/eto-pa-isang-love-song.html' title='Eto pa isang love song...'/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-953313326721751251</id><published>2007-05-26T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T16:45:25.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Missing In Action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why I haven't been around lately (assuming that there are actually people reading this blog hehe), it's because I have become some sort of an addict.  Yes, I am a self-confessed &lt;a href="http://jaymsterbean.multiply.com"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt; addict.  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how this addiction will last.  Or if it will ever fade at all.  But if one of these days I go missing again, &lt;a href="http://jaymsterbean.multiply.com"&gt;you know where to find me&lt;/a&gt;. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-953313326721751251?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/953313326721751251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=953313326721751251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/953313326721751251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/953313326721751251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2007/05/missing-in-action-if-youre-wondering.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-1773212524767255448</id><published>2007-05-14T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T00:36:51.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wala akong maisip na title&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1F575B0E.jpeg&amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_45782961.jpeg&amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_276D3B22.jpeg&amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3024A0D7.jpeg&amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-536C6BFB.jpeg&amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A16A102.jpeg&amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-6514DF33.jpeg&amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2833BF23.jpeg&amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_72CA9053.jpeg&amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-79837A73.jpeg&amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-2D00D6DF.jpeg&amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-31AF758B.jpeg&amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-45A4AD35.jpeg&amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=WILD CAT&amp;lovelabel=LOVE BUG&amp;funlabel=WORKER BEE&amp;habitslabel=JUNKIE MONKEY&amp;uid=793459-9dfb&amp;srv=iwebhd3" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=793459-9dfb&amp;srv=iwebhd3" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://imagini.net/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-1773212524767255448?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1773212524767255448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=1773212524767255448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/1773212524767255448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/1773212524767255448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2007/05/wala-akong-maisip-na-title-embed.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-569120895078722781</id><published>2007-05-12T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T17:40:26.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;IMeem an Addict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check &lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;IMEEM&lt;/a&gt; out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This a really funny remake of "Crazy In Love" by Snow Patrol.  Enjoy it.  Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/FhC-jKBejK/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/FhC-jKBejK/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have you seen this Alanis spoof on "My Humps"? It's really crazy.  Hahahaha.  Can't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/yE7to77tk-/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/yE7to77tk-/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-569120895078722781?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/569120895078722781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=569120895078722781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/569120895078722781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/569120895078722781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2007/05/imeem-addict-check-imeem-out.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-6343674626202216247</id><published>2007-05-11T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T17:56:44.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entourage&lt;/span&gt; Rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/250px-Entourage_title.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a three-year old show and probably everyone else has been addicted to it at one time or another.  But hey, it's not too late to catch the fever ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mong and Diego, and the mention of Seth Green, I am now a certified &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entourage&lt;/span&gt; addict.  Especially since I'm still waiting on new episodes of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heroes, Grey's Anatomy, CSI&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entourage &lt;/span&gt;is pretty much a great alternative than having to watch reruns of old movies all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really funny.  And I guess I have to thank my Regal experience for actually relating more to this series.  I haven't worked in Hollywood (nor I think I would ever do) but working with the Regal matriarch is close enough I figure (without the big bucks that is! LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entourage&lt;/span&gt;.  Rocks!  Big time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-6343674626202216247?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6343674626202216247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=6343674626202216247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/6343674626202216247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/6343674626202216247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2007/05/entourage-rocks-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-6407632448869839668</id><published>2007-05-07T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T22:12:59.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Rivermaya's Swan Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, May 4, Rivermaya held its last gig.  We were the first band in that gig and I stayed on to watch their final performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sad, sad day.  After 15 years of bringing us great music and entertainment, they have finally called it quits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows for sure why.  Some people say it was not surprising, that it was bound to happen. Nothing lasts forever, after all.  But then again, I can't help but be shocked.  I've been hearing news about the impending breakup but I figured it was just a hoax.  Some nasty rumor someone spread.  The industry never lacks rumors of this fashion any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, it wasn't a rumor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the music industry now mourns the loss of another group of musicians who helped shape the music scene as we know it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;'pag automatic na ang luha&lt;br /&gt;tuwing naghahating-gabi&lt;br /&gt;'pag imposibleng napatawa&lt;br /&gt;at 'di na madapuan ng ngiti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kumapit ka kaya&lt;br /&gt;sa akin nang ikaw ay&lt;br /&gt;maitangay sa kalayaan ng ligaya&lt;br /&gt;tayo na, tayo na&lt;br /&gt;ika'y magtiwala sapagka't&lt;br /&gt;ngayong gabi ako ang&lt;br /&gt;mahiwagang elesi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'pag komplikado ang problema&lt;br /&gt;parang relong made in japan&lt;br /&gt;at para ding sandwich na&lt;br /&gt;nasa lunchbox mong nawawala&lt;br /&gt;nabubulok na sa isipan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;kumapit ka kaya&lt;br /&gt;sa akin nang ikaw ay&lt;br /&gt;maitangay sa kalayaan ng ligaya&lt;br /&gt;tayo na, tayo na&lt;br /&gt;ika'y magtiwala sapagka't&lt;br /&gt;ngayong gabi ako ang&lt;br /&gt;mahiwagang elesi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;minsan ako'y nangailangan&lt;br /&gt;dalian kang lumapit sa akin&lt;br /&gt;ibinulong mo kaibigan&lt;br /&gt;"ako ang iyong liwanag sa dilim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;kumapit ka kaya&lt;br /&gt;sa akin nang ikaw ay&lt;br /&gt;maitangay sa kalayaan ng ligaya&lt;br /&gt;tayo na, tayo na&lt;br /&gt;ika'y magtiwala sapagka't&lt;br /&gt;ngayong gabi ako ang&lt;br /&gt;mahiwagang elesi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;- "Elesi", Rivermaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-6407632448869839668?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6407632448869839668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=6407632448869839668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/6407632448869839668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/6407632448869839668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2007/05/rivermayas-swan-song-last-friday-may-4.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-7659235014580114135</id><published>2007-05-03T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:37:05.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;It' Time Every Juan Flies Late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cebu Pacific is crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month, I've flown Cebu Pacific thrice and each time the flight has been delayed both ways for more than an hour.  The worst was our return flight from Albay to Manila, wherein we waited at the airport (which was under renovation and had no AC) for an hour and 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it worse, they didn't even announce any update until the passengers started asking and threatened to wreak havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bunch of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally don't take Cebu Pacific for my personal trips.  But for some reason, most event organizers book with them and so we don't have a choice butto take the flight.  Maybe because fares with Cebu Pacific are cheaper.  In fact, they call themselves 'budget airline'.  So is that what we get for trying to save some money?  Crappy service?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask anyone who flies frequently and one of the most annoying things to experience is having to wait in an airport for over an hour.  It's not as if there's a lot to do in the airport.  They don't even have wi-fi.  Some (like the one we were at) don't even have air conditioning!  Holy friggin' crap! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Cebu Pacific's tagline goes: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's time every Juan flies Cebu Pacific".&lt;/span&gt;..  Right.  If you want to be late, that is, and want your whole itinerary to be fucked up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-7659235014580114135?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7659235014580114135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=7659235014580114135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/7659235014580114135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/7659235014580114135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-time-every-juan-flies-late-cebu.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-7905985272998769026</id><published>2007-04-23T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T15:59:40.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;The Best Things In Life Are Free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't ask for more.  I just had one of the best "vacations" ever where I barely spent.  Almost everything was paid for -- airfare, accommodations, meals, booze.  I just had to pay for incidental stuff like snacks and late-night drinks (which was rare, if I may add, since we almost always went back to the hotel really really full and quite drunk hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun that it (literally) hurt to go back to the city.  But of course we had to.  Got a lot of commitments to finish in Manila, and in other parts of the country.  But hey, our Bora trip was the best best best gig ever! Well so far.  I hope we can get to go back. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw--a huge shout-out to Hit FM 99.5 and MYX! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Picture001.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with LT on the plane en route to Bora&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Picture002.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a magnificent view of the island from the plane&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Picture004.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet another view of the island.  we couldn't wait to get off by this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Picture005.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK playing with a baby lab we saw by the shore&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Picture006.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a cute puppy! :-)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Picture007.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK and LT&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Picture008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi with LT&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Picture009.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "BEFORE" pic.  check out the "AFTER" photo later&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Picture010.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the yummy choco banana smoothie at Club Paraw&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Picture011.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see that dot in the middle?  that's diego hehehe :-)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Picture012.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a much closer shot&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Picture014.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LT, DK and Mike D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Picture019.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike D with our technical crew Mickey and Tel&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Picture021.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chillin' with diego...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Picture023.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and with mike d&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Picture027.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mong tries to get on the skimboard...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Picture028.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...as raims and miggy look on&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Picture031.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now here's the "AFTER" pic i was telling you about&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Picture032.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i get even redder a couple of hours later&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are pictures from the gig at club paradiso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Picture034.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Picture037.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Picture036.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Picture040.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Picture038.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Picture047.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with LT and DK at the MYX event (where Sandwich brought the house down!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Picture048-edit.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with LT and Darwin!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-7905985272998769026?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7905985272998769026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=7905985272998769026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/7905985272998769026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/7905985272998769026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2007/04/best-things-in-life-are-free-i-cant-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-3770740847448533330</id><published>2007-04-15T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T15:54:11.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;5 Things I Hate When Flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just arrived from the airport 2 hours ago.  My head hurts like hell and I'm getting aches and pains all over.  I guess it comes with age.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo--I just felt like blogging about the ten most irritating things (for me) when flying, because both flights I had this weekend were a bit hellish.  This will be really quick as I am on my way out again for another gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05.  Our airport sucks.  It just does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04.  The security measures are quite pathetic.  I was aghast when I first experienced being asked to take my shoes off.  Now they're also asking to take off your watch.  What will they think of next?  Take of your clothes?  And why the hell do they need to open the bags one by one? It just makes the qeueu longer.  Isn't that what the x-ray thing is for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03.  Air pockets.  I know this is beyond my control.  There will always be air pockets.  But I don't like it.  Makes me feel sick.  And since I don't like it, it makes this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02.  Delayed flights.  C'mon, Philippine air transport regulations require passengers to be at the airport two to three hours before their flight.  Then the damn plane gets delayed.  What the hell? Now that I've mentioned it, why in the world are we supposed to be at the airport several hours before departure anyways?  In other countries, you can actually arrive the airport 15min before boarding and no one will create a fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.  Crying infants.  I'm sorry.  I know I'm not a parent and maybe that's why I can't be more understanding when it comes to this... but really, it is uber irritating to listen to an infant crying for hours on end in a small confined place.  Especially when you haven't had enough sleep and are trying to sleep through your flight.  I really hope parents would be more sensitive and try not to bring really small infants on a plane trip (unless ABSOLUTELY necessary), or if they do have to bring them, I hope they'd be responsible enough parents to try and make them shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-3770740847448533330?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3770740847448533330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=3770740847448533330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/3770740847448533330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/3770740847448533330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2007/04/5-things-i-hate-when-flying-just.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-9000828160150538979</id><published>2007-04-12T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T16:58:47.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;The Girl I Ate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time Nathan saw my grad pic, he exclaimed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Who is that? Is that the girl you ate?"&lt;/span&gt;.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, at one point in my life, I was reed thin.  For those who know me just now, I know it's hard to imagine.  Haha.  But I was thin as a pole that my mother actually asked me if I was taking drugs.  I was in college then.  The only time I was ever thin.  Well... I was able to keep that svelte figure for almost 6 years.  But that was it.  Haha.  What followed was a yo-yo and rollercoaster ride to destruction.  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I recently got hold of pics from those good 'ole days courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/trec"&gt;Trec&lt;/a&gt;.  I actually have a lot more other pics but since I ain't got a scanner, I haven't been able to upload them here nor my &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/jaymsterbean"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt; or anywhere else for that matter. So for the sake of... whatever...  haha.  Here are them pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/hp_scanDS_722518174514.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken during Shaquille O'Neal's radio tour @ Magic.&lt;br /&gt;With Boss Rudy, Shaq of course, Trec and her friends.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/hp_scanDS_722518265052.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaq @ RX.  Notice how we can't even ask him to pose&lt;br /&gt;for a decent picture.  Haha.  He's so huge, he's intimidating!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/hp_scanDS_72251872650.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Shaq's bodyguards&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/hp_scanDS_610161343382.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario, Trec and I with Chris and JC of 'N Sync, plus&lt;br /&gt;Justin's mom Lyn. Notice my funky hair?  Hahaha.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/hp_scanDS_610161352599.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 'N Sync at the airport 10 years ago.  We swear, we&lt;br /&gt;already knew then that Lance was gay.  It wasn't really&lt;br /&gt;a surprise when he came out last year.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/hp_scanDS_722516555723.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BMG peeps with Julie Tearjerky at the BMG dinner after&lt;br /&gt;the 1997 NU Rock Awards (which a lot of people crashed).&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh... Is that Rein there?  Haha!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/hp_scanDS_722516543548.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Trec, Jojo, Espie and two members of Color Me Badd,&lt;br /&gt;whose names I already forgot (hah!) at Hard Rock Cafe. &lt;br /&gt;This was my first promo tour, if I remember correctly.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the girl who ate the girl in the pictures is signing off... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-9000828160150538979?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/9000828160150538979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=9000828160150538979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/9000828160150538979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/9000828160150538979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2007/04/girl-i-ate-first-time-nathan-saw-my.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-379293030895008515</id><published>2007-04-11T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T19:10:59.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quiz Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time once again, when I get this compulsion to answer just about every available meme on the world wide web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I'm just a bit bored.  Things have been quiet lately and I'm just really looking for stuff to do.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find some of the results kinda freaky though.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are an Emo Rocker!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/emo-rocker.jpg" height="100" width="70" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressive and deep, lyrics are really your thing.&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean you don't rock out...&lt;br /&gt;You just rock out with meaning.&lt;br /&gt;For you, rock is more about connecting than grandstanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Rocker Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;†††††&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never Date a Capricorn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignshouldntyoudatequiz/capricorn.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somber, demanding, and freakishly logical. Emotions? It's not clear that Capricorn has them.&lt;br /&gt;And while it may be flattering for a Capricorn to be serious about you, bad news: they expect you to be super serious in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead try dating:  Aquarius, Gemini, Leo, or Virgo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignshouldntyoudatequiz/"&gt;What Sign Shouldn't You Date?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;†††††&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:white;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Bart Simpson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thesimpsonspersonalitytest/bart-simpson.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very misunderstood, most people just dismiss you as "trouble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little do they know that you're wise and well accomplished beyond your years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be remembered for: starring in your own TV show and saving the town from a comet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life philosophy: "I don't know why I did it, I don't know why I enjoyed it, and I don't know why I'll do it again!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesimpsonspersonalitytest/"&gt;The Simpsons Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;†††††&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:white;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is Like Acid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdrugisyourpersonalitylikequiz/acid.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit wacky, you're very difficult to predict.&lt;br /&gt;One moment you're in your own little happy universe...&lt;br /&gt;And the next, you're on a bad trip to your own personal hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdrugisyourpersonalitylikequiz/"&gt;What Drug Is Your Personality Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;†††††&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:white;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;If You Were Born in 2893...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/ifyouwerebornin2893quiz/future-5.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Name Would Be: Vuis Raak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You Would Be: A Time Traveler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/ifyouwerebornin2893quiz/"&gt;If You Were Born in 2893&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;†††††&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:white;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Taste in Music:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsyourtasteinmusicquiz/music.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80's Alternative: Highest Influence&lt;br /&gt;90's Alternative: Highest Influence&lt;br /&gt;Classic Rock: Highest Influence&lt;br /&gt;90's Rock: High Influence&lt;br /&gt;Adult Alternative: High Influence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourtasteinmusicquiz/"&gt;How's Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;†††††&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:white;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Vampire Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/vampirenamegenerator/girl.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phoebe of New Orleans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/vampirenamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Vampire Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;†††††&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:white;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Theme Song is Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourthemesongquiz/comfortably-numb.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no pain, you are receding.&lt;br /&gt;A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;You are only coming through in waves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haven't been feeling a lot lately, and you think that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;The comfortable part is nice... but you should really work on numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourthemesongquiz/"&gt;What's Your Theme Song?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;†††††&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(218, 187, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:white;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Black Coffee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ead3b8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/black-coffee.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best, you are: low maintenance, friendly, and adaptable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are: cheap and angsty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drink coffee when: you can get your hands on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your caffeine addiction level: high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;†††††&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(200, 200, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:white;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Band Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e9e9ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/bandnamegenerator/band.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Above Average  Leprechauns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/bandnamegenerator/"&gt;Band Name Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;†††††&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:white;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cafbca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal enough to know that you're weird...&lt;br /&gt;But too damn weird to do anything about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-379293030895008515?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/379293030895008515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=379293030895008515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/379293030895008515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/379293030895008515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2007/04/quiz-show-its-that-time-once-again-when.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-5097617133933796604</id><published>2007-04-04T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T16:38:22.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Just Wanna Be On The Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly a beach person.  I never have been.  Aside from the obvious fact that I do not know how to swim (despite taking lessons when I was a kid), I get sorta annoyed with sand getting pretty much on everything.  And well, I kind of don't like basking in the sun's rays.  It's kewl once in a while but when you're on the beach, it's pretty much a given option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boracay is a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of my friends say that Boracay has changed over the years.  That it's not perfect anymore since it became a tourist spot.  They may be right.  But I don't care.  For a non-beach person like me, liking it in Boracay is already a big deal.  For me, being in Bora is like being elsewhere.  It's like I'm not in the Philippines.  And that in itself makes me like it a lot!  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I had A LOT of fun the last time I was in Bora (maybe a lot more fun than I bargained for hehe) and I'm pretty much excited that I'm about to go back.  Who cares if I can't swim?  There are tons of other things to do in Bora that doesn't involve swimming. ::wink::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-5097617133933796604?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5097617133933796604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=5097617133933796604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/5097617133933796604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/5097617133933796604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-just-wanna-be-on-beach-im-not-exactly.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-1450801835704593361</id><published>2007-03-25T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:00:47.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only In The Philippines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong.  But sometimes I just hate living in this country.  Maybe hate is such a strong word.  Let me rephrase... Sometimes I just don't like living here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't lived anywhere else but here.  Sure I've been to other countries but the most time I've spent was a week in Hong Kong and again a week in Malaysia.  Have been to Singapore several times but just stayed for like four days, at most.  Thailand was the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to Europe nor the US (though I sure would love to go sometime) but I have relatives and friends there and I hear a lot of stories from them.  Which makes me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT LIKE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; living in the Philippines.  No, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why then, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... let me enumerate the reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.  Filipino drivers have no respect for the pedestrian lane (and other road rules,for that matter).  For a law-abiding pedestrian like myself who only crosses the street using the pedestrian lane, it's such a big hassle to be running all the time I cross the street, praying to God that no car will hit me.  It's freaky how drivers here actually speed up the moment they see a pedestrian lane with people waiting to cross, racing down the road so as not to give way.  C'mon, but hello?  Does it give them a big thrill to get ahead of people?  I am willing to forgive racing against other cars on the road but to actually race against people walking?  Pathetic.  In other countries, cars slow down when they see people or even just one person standing by a pedestrian lane.  That's why these lanes were put there in the first place!  They're not just decoration, idiots!  Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02.  Passengers who  ask the FX's, jeeps or buses to stop wherever they like.  I know, I know... there are no designated PUV stops, which is actually stupid to begin with.  But if one passenger asks the driver to stop at one point and another is getting off at maybe ten steps away, couldn't he/she just get off at the first stop?  I mean, it's just ten steps!  Couldn't they just walk?  Lazy SOBs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mahilig sumingit sa pila ag mga Noypi!&lt;/span&gt;  This is really one of my major pet peeves.  Even if there is no sign saying "Please Fall In Line", by mere common sense and good manners, people should know when to wait their turn.  Just yesterday, Kuya Arnold and I were at Market Market buying food at one of the stalls there. There was only one man giving his order to the sales person.  Naturally, Kuya Arnold and I lined up behind him.  Then this guy just came and literally shouted his order at the girl.  Okay.  Rudeness much.  This guy looked like a bouncer and as much as I wanted to scream at him, I let it go.  But then two other guys tried to squeeze their way in.  That was way too much and I had to tell them off.  I even told off the sales girls asking them why they were allowing such behavior!  Major &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jolog&lt;/span&gt; behavior man!  Makes me not wonder why this country is going to the dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04.  Actors and actresses running for office in the government.  Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05.  Power-tripping organizers and security personnel.  I just came from a gig when one bouncer power-tripped on Mike D.  The nerve!  He obviously didn't recognize Mike but when he saw Raims coming, he immediately apologized. What a creep! I don't care if he recognized rock stars or not, but the point is whether that was a rock star there or an ordinary person, he should treat people with respect!  He even had the gall to say that he was just doing his job.  Moron! Your job is to control the crowd if they get rowdy and not to push people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06.  Actors and actresses releasing albums.  Why can't we let singers sing and actors act? Do we ever see Julia Roberts singing on TV?  Do you think Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie and Tom Cruise will ever release albums?  It's enough that these local actors sing on noontime variety shows (even when they can't hit one not right), but to actually release records?  :::Shudder:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07.  Malls are a dime a dozen.  What the hell?  Why is this country so fascinated with malls?  Once you've been in one, you've been to every other mall.  You see all the same things!  It's weird how there's a mall in every block in this country.  And it really sucks since they cause a lot of traffic jam.  Why can't we have libraries and museums instead?  No wonder there are so many illiterate people in the Philippines when their idea of a free time is to just hang out at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08.  Locally produced TV shows and movies don't help at all to "elevate the intellect of the masses".  How many times have we heard people in the industry say 'that's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masa&lt;/span&gt; enough' or 'it has to have commercial appeal'.  C'mon!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lalong nabobobo ang mga nanonood&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09.  Oh and please don't get me started on all these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;artista&lt;/span&gt; talent searches.  Even the reality shows are talent searches.  Puhlease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Cost of living is too high.  And wages are not fair.  How much is minimum wage now?  300 bucks a day?  How much is the minimum cellphone load? 150?  A movie is 150 also.  Cheapest would be a hundred bucks.  One CD is 250 if local and 450 if foreign. Do the math.  Makes me wonder how all these people can afford to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go on and on but I'm already developing a headache.  So  yeah, I sometimes wish I don't live here. If only I had the chance to get out of here, I'd be on a plane going anywhere but the Philippines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-1450801835704593361?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1450801835704593361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=1450801835704593361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/1450801835704593361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/1450801835704593361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2007/03/only-in-philippines-dont-get-me-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-7269114106787293563</id><published>2007-03-11T15:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T16:07:52.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Attack of the Clones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was foolin' around the web and came across &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;.  Look!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/64/27/21/642721_836969ff2b3f54khqb8t15.JPG" border="0" height="578" width="455" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahaha!  If you thought that was hilarious, wait till you see this other result from a different picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/H/7_3/b4he15_7852940d5b3f547chmbg15" width="202" height="454" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa!  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it, it's fun! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-7269114106787293563?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7269114106787293563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=7269114106787293563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/7269114106787293563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/7269114106787293563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2007/03/myheritage-share-black-and-white-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-179460978604270486</id><published>2007-03-05T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T17:17:12.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/board/boardframe.swf?instanceid=839629" quality="high"  scale="noscale"  salign="lt" FlashVars="instanceid=839629" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://apps.rockyou.com/dot/CB/772B-2.gif"&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com?type=corkboard&amp;refid=839629"&gt;&lt;img alt="RockYou Corkboard" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/logo-mini.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/board/corkboard-create.php?instanceid=839629"&gt;Add Stuff&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/board/corkboard-create.php?type=fxtext&amp;refid=839629"&gt;Get Your Own&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-179460978604270486?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/179460978604270486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=179460978604270486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/179460978604270486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/179460978604270486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2007/03/add-stuff-get-your-own.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-2096681721231078260</id><published>2007-03-05T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T16:49:16.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Road Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a highway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna ride it all night long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you're going my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna drive it all night long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- "Life Is A Highway", Tom Cochrane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the last time I posted, I have been to Baguio twice in a week and then Pampanga.  If it hadn't been cancelled, I would've gone to Palawan too.  Anyhoo, more road trips are in the offing for me in the coming months and I can't wait!  Sure, travel sometimes wears you down... like now, I'm feeling more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bangag&lt;/span&gt; than normal but it's fun and it's where all the action is!  Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love road trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/funnotes-view.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="lt" width="280" height="298" wmode="transparent" flashvars="nopanel=true&amp;imgpath=http%3A%2F%2Fimg182.rockyou.com%2Ftextpix%2F6%2F6332%2F6332094%2F6332094_b37cf0091173084462.jpg&amp;glitterp=false&amp;roundp=true&amp;sepiap=false&amp;theme=.swf&amp;shadowp=true&amp;bevelp=true&amp;width=280&amp;height=298&amp;imageWidth=280&amp;instanceid=0&amp;version=2&amp;&amp;userid=8490221&amp;createDateString=Mar%2005%20%2707&amp;username=JaymsterBean" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer "/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://apps.rockyou.com/dot/FN/772B-2.gif"&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com?type=textpix&amp;refid=6332094"&gt;&lt;img alt="RockYou FunNote" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/logo-mini.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/textpix/?refid=6332094"&gt;Get Your Own&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Average Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to post this a few weeks back but since I was out of town, I just found the time to post it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken with permission, in case you're wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon, like I've told you many times, this new look just doesn't cut it.  For me at least.  I'm sure you wouldn't want me to say here what I think you look like exactly.   Change 'the look'.  I dunno how you'd do it, but just tweak it a bit please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Countdown to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/countdown.swf?ID=189721&amp;ver=102906" quality="high" salign="lt" width="341" height="256" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://apps.rockyou.com/dot/CT/772B-2.gif" /&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com?type=ctimer&amp;amp;refid=189721"&gt;&lt;img alt="RockYou Countdown Timer" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/logo-mini.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/ctimer/?refid=189721"&gt;Create Your Own&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-2096681721231078260?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2096681721231078260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=2096681721231078260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/2096681721231078260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/2096681721231078260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2007/03/road-trip-life-is-highway-i-wanna-ride.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-4155149705469878114</id><published>2007-02-22T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T15:32:03.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I Smell The Pines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not yet technically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baguio here I come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well, it's been more than 3 years (I think)  since I've been to Baguio.  And since Manila is starting to feel like an oven because of the impending summer, the cool breeze of Baguio is a welcome treat!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ika nga ni &lt;/span&gt;Mong, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Winter collection! Yown!"&lt;/span&gt;.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.  I'm off to another road trip.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayuz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-4155149705469878114?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4155149705469878114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=4155149705469878114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/4155149705469878114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/4155149705469878114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-smell-pines-well-not-yet-technically.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-6314779467350832731</id><published>2007-02-20T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:21:37.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Death by Krung Krung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I've seen and experienced it all.  Having been working for more than ten years, I've seen and heard weird stuff.  Things people only think happen on TV or in the movies, I've seen and some of them were even first-hand experiences.  But nothing prepared me for what happened last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest I get in trouble for posting about it here, I think I wouldn't go into details anymore.  Let's just say that my photo was taken against my will and I was errr... taken by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it wasn't lewd or anything.  It's actually a wholesome fan pic, where I was the erm... "star".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, today is supposedly Kurt's 40th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-6314779467350832731?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6314779467350832731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=6314779467350832731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/6314779467350832731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/6314779467350832731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2007/02/death-by-krung-krung-i-thought-ive-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-549638400898661999</id><published>2007-02-09T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T16:48:30.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Almost A Rock Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After more than  decade (ehem), I finally got my heart's most fervent wish. :) --&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beaming smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/funnotes-view.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="lt" width="280" height="280" wmode="transparent" flashvars="nopanel=true&amp;imgpath=http%3A%2F%2Fimg098.rockyou.com%2Ftextpix%2F6%2F6331%2F6331966%2F6331966_801e21b81173083988.jpg&amp;glitterp=true&amp;roundp=true&amp;sepiap=false&amp;theme=.swf&amp;shadowp=false&amp;bevelp=false&amp;width=280&amp;height=280&amp;imageWidth=280&amp;instanceid=0&amp;version=2&amp;&amp;userid=8490221&amp;createDateString=Mar%2005%20%2707&amp;username=JaymsterBean" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer "/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://apps.rockyou.com/dot/FN/772B-2.gif"&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com?type=textpix&amp;refid=6331966"&gt;&lt;img alt="RockYou FunNote" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/logo-mini.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/textpix/?refid=6331966"&gt;Get Your Own&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was around 15 when I dreamt of becoming a rock star.  Haha.  But since I never learned how to play the guitars nor the drums, it remained a pipe dream.  A year or so later, I found myself wanting to become a deejay especially since I became friends with a couple.  So I took up Broadcasting and had a hell of a good time during my radio internship at DZUP -- spinning records for hours everyday when no one else was using the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never became a deejay.  I guess I never had the glib of tongue nor the voice to become one.  But my love for music brought me somewhere else -- for several years, I worked for a record company (two record labels, actually, although the first one I worked for was where I enjoyed it the most).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while I got burnt out.  Especially when the music biz became too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;showbiz&lt;/span&gt; for my taste. I tried changing industries but the pull of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;show business&lt;/span&gt; was quite strong and I found myself in the limelight once again.  This time I was at the heart of it all.   You know, real &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;showbiz&lt;/span&gt; stuff. But then I realized that although I'm quite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;showbiz&lt;/span&gt; enough, it wasn't really erm... enough, if you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...now I've turned full circle.  And I'm back to what I really love.  Music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, I still am not a rock star.  I just almost am. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost famous, yeah that's me, now that I am road manager to Sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night during one of our gigs, Raims said that being in a band is probably the best job in the world.   I guess it is.  And I have the next best thing.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I never have to wake up early in the morning to go to the office. Unless of course there's an early gig or flight, which is not exactly everyday.  And if I do have to go to the office to submit stuff or do reports, I don't have to go early.  So I get to sleep later than usual, which is close to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the travel.  They're mostly local, but who cares?  I wouldn't be able to reach those places if I were stuck in an office right?  Or maybe I would but not too frequent.  And who knows?  Maybe one of these days we'll have a gig outside of the country.  We never know, do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the best part of it all... I'm at the center of the music scene!  And I get to work again with people I sincerely like and whom I've known for like a quarter of my life.  I love my band.  I love my work.  I love my life. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm almost a rock star and I'm loving every minute of it. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-549638400898661999?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/549638400898661999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=549638400898661999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/549638400898661999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/549638400898661999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2007/02/almost-rock-star-beaming-smile-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-4359876425089416077</id><published>2007-02-06T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T21:01:51.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Passing Through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!  Just a quick post to say I'm still alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and rockin'! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a lot of stories actually.  Just don't have much time to tell them.  Maybe next week I'll be back to let you in on some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I've recovered from my injury and can now walk, albeit slowly.  But at least I can walk and go out!  Haha.  Anyhoo---till next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-4359876425089416077?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4359876425089416077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=4359876425089416077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/4359876425089416077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/4359876425089416077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2007/02/passing-through-hey-just-quick-post-to.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-1121999556016942856</id><published>2007-01-03T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T15:52:38.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"Sometimes It's Not About Getting Ahead... It's About Getting A Life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above quote was from the film &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Good Company&lt;/span&gt; starring Dennis Quaid, Scarlett Johansson and Topher Grace. (It also starred CSI Las Vegas' Marg Helgenberger heehee).  I just saw it the other day, you see, and it really hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like Someone up there is trying to tell me something.  Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how we always ask (and pray) for signs?  Like when we like a certain person and are not sure if he or she is the one, or when we're about to make major decisions in our lives.  I've always been told that these signs are everywhere and we don't necessarily have to ask for them.  And when we see them, we'd know it for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure as hell that the quote above is a sign.  It's not even included in the film, but as a copy in the film's trailer.  Which is really amazing because I don't normally watch the trailers included in the DVDs I watch.  I mean, why the hell should I when the main picture is already there?  But for some reason, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heeding the sign.  I'm taking a break and getting a life. Indeed, life is short so I might as well enjoy it as early as now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-1121999556016942856?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1121999556016942856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=1121999556016942856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/1121999556016942856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/1121999556016942856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2007/01/sometimes-its-not-about-getting-ahead.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-116447369898662852</id><published>2006-11-26T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T10:37:26.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;A Little Bit of This and That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday, after we met with ABS-CBN execs, we were toured inside the PBB house (now home to the PDA peeps).   Those guys looked like lab rats to me.  Hehe.  No seriously, we were looking through the one-way mirrors and they were going through their business, not knowing we were there and how close we really were to them.  It was errr... freaky.  I cannot imagine succumbing myself to that situation.  I'd probably get crazy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was playing around with Google Earth and I actually found my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/googleearth02.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/googleearth01.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Or I think I did.  Hehe.  I'm not really good with directions and map-reading is like deciphering                                   hieroglyphics for me.  LOL.  But I think I'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally got my Starbucks 2007 planner!  Yay!  Haha.  As if.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got my new Heroes episode.  Will watch it in a bit. :-)   Too bad Lost is on a break for three months.  Just when I was starting to get hooked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm having internal issues once again.  Ho-hum.  What else is new?  Anyhoo -- I guess it will all come to pass, like it always does. (Hmm. That rhymed).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have tons of presscons and other events coming up this week, so I don't think you'll hear much from me.  Sigh.  Can't wait for next year.  Can't wait to be free.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uhm... yeah... Happy birthday Jon!  Not sure if you still come around here, but hey, just in case you do here's wishing you a really great birthday! ;-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-116447369898662852?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/116447369898662852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=116447369898662852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/116447369898662852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/116447369898662852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/11/little-bit-of-this-and-that-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-116399974645688576</id><published>2006-11-20T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T16:54:45.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm A Loser Baby, So Why Don't You Kill Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks, I've had no life.  Yeah, a couple of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tambay&lt;/span&gt; times here and there but I haven't had a decent social life for a long time now.  Especially with the Metro Manila Filmfest looming over my head, I don't think I'd be reachable come December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho-hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Getting Lost on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my toxic sched, I still get the chance to do marathons of some of my favorite TV series. (It pays to have insomnia sometimes hehe). Last Saturday, I received episodes 4 to 6 of Lost Season 3 from Enzo. Boy, oh boy! I'm so happy! :) Uhm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*******SPOILER ALERT*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate and Sawyer finally got it on. Yeah baby! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the more I watch it, the more confused I get. I wonder when we'll ever find out why they are on the island, and why 'The Others' are there and what they really want. As if it wasn't weird enough, I think there are still other people on the island aside from 'The Others', as discovered by John Locke, Desmond and Sayid (plus two new characters whose names escape me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and... there's another casualty. :( How tragic. I was hoping no one else would die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*******SPOILER END*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for this weekend for the new episode! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched Heroes episodes 7 and 8 this weekend. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Astig!&lt;/span&gt; I wonder when they will air Heroes here in the Philippines?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-116399974645688576?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/116399974645688576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=116399974645688576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/116399974645688576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/116399974645688576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-loser-baby-so-why-dont-you-kill-me.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-116365516894784861</id><published>2006-11-16T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T13:32:49.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Wedding Singer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixingroom.blogspot.com" target="blank"&gt;MXRR&lt;/a&gt; told me he'll sing at my wedding.  Even dished out a few lines of Nazareth's "Where Are You Now?" after he made that statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weird choice of song, if I may add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo... I must admit, this amused me. And just to spite you &lt;a href="http://mixingroom.blogspot.com" target="blank"&gt;MXRR,&lt;/a&gt; I'll get someone to marry right now.  Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;***rushes off to find a groom***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Sick Schmick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been under the weather for two days now and not feeling any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for this year to end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-116365516894784861?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/116365516894784861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=116365516894784861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/116365516894784861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/116365516894784861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/11/wedding-singer-mxrr-told-me-hell-sing.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-116287378717886960</id><published>2006-11-07T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T12:34:36.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;New Discovery Unveiled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it took so long but I've been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here it is... my new discovery. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.podOmatic.com/flash/flashcatcher"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.podOmatic.com/flash/flashcatcher.swf" width="320" height="315" flashvars="playlist_url=http://jaymsterbean.podOmatic.com/xspf.xspf" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.podOmatic.com/podcast/embed/jaymsterbean" style="text-decoration: none"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#0033ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click here to get your own player.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would've made a longer podcast if:&lt;br /&gt;(1) I had time&lt;br /&gt;(2) I had my own mic&lt;br /&gt;(3) I didn't feel stupid talking  by myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whaddya say &lt;a href="http://mixingroom.blogspot.com"&gt;Kuya Arnold&lt;/a&gt;?  make your own &lt;a href="http://www.podomatic.com"&gt;podcast&lt;/a&gt; now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-116287378717886960?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/116287378717886960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=116287378717886960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/116287378717886960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/116287378717886960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-discovery-unveiled-sorry-it-took.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-116252681147595570</id><published>2006-11-03T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T12:06:51.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;New Discovery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just discovered something really kewl again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post more about it when I find the time to... uhm... play with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::wink:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixingroom.blogspot.com"&gt;Kuya Arnold&lt;/a&gt;!!! You will love this new discovery!  That is, if you haven't yet heard about it.  Oh and... &lt;a href="http://worldofannagar.blogspot.com"&gt;Banana&lt;/a&gt;, you will love it too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-116252681147595570?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/116252681147595570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=116252681147595570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/116252681147595570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/116252681147595570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-discovery-i-just-discovered.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-116114669036182801</id><published>2006-10-18T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T12:44:50.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Shout-out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Kuya Arnold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;{{{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-116114669036182801?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/116114669036182801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=116114669036182801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/116114669036182801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/116114669036182801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/10/shout-out-happy-birthday-kuya-arnold.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-116013503200825691</id><published>2006-10-06T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T19:45:02.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;We can be Heroes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick post to say that there's this new TV series in the States called Heroes and I'm once again getting addicted to it.  Thanks to Enzo, I have the first two episodes on my laptop. :)  I'm halfway through the second episode and it's turning out to be a really interesting program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about normal people who find out that they have special abilities and superpowers.  Funny how the story's almost like &lt;a href="http://www.supernoypi.com" target="blank"&gt;Super Noypi&lt;/a&gt;!  Haha.  But no one can accuse us of plagiarizing or copying the whole concept since &lt;a href="http://www.supernoypi.com" target="blank"&gt;Super Noypi&lt;/a&gt; was conceptualized and put on paper several months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that you can view the latest episodes via &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/rewind/full_episodes/?show=heroes" target="blank"&gt;NBC's website&lt;/a&gt;.  They change it weekly so make sure to catch the new episode online before it changes Monday night (Tuesday morning Philippine time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this other series too called &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/rewind/full_episodes/?show=kidnapped" target="blank"&gt;Kidnapped&lt;/a&gt; and full episodes can be viewed online too.  &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com" target="blank"&gt;NBC &lt;/a&gt;rocks! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the full episodes of &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/My_Name_Is_Earl/" target="blank"&gt;My Name Is Earl&lt;/a&gt; cannot be viewed but two minute teasers are offered in the site.  Good enough... if you just want that &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/My_Name_Is_Earl/" target="blank"&gt;My Name Is Earl&lt;/a&gt; fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com" target="blank"&gt;CBS&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.abc.com" target="blank"&gt;ABC&lt;/a&gt; offers the same thing on their respective websites and I was hoping I could watch the new seasons of CSI, CSI NY, CSI Miami (on CBS) and Lost (on ABC) as they get aired in the US.  However, their service is only available in the US.  Crappy. Talk about discrimination.  Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to catch &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/rewind/full_episodes/?show=heroes" target="blank"&gt;Heroes&lt;/a&gt;.  It's really kewl. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-116013503200825691?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/116013503200825691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=116013503200825691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/116013503200825691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/116013503200825691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-can-be-heroes.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-116002441257194578</id><published>2006-10-05T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T10:20:18.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Okrayfest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, October 4, 2006.  Despite it being a weekday,  my feet took me to the first leg of the San Miguel Oktoberfest in Megamall.  And because it was a weekday, there weren't much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;punkitos&lt;/span&gt; in sight.  Great!  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the office with Con at 8pm and five minutes or so later, we were at Megamall to party and rock on with everybody else.  LT made it really easy for us to get inside the backstage (a big shout-out to you LT!  Haha) and for a few moments we loitered a bit looking for the perfect spot to hang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Darwin (of course) and Ketel when I arrived.  Apparently, Ketel just stepped off the stage playing for Top Suzara, who was the first act for the night.  Missed that.  Not that I really mind.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next band made my head hurt.  Big time.  They called themselves DNA Rock (or something like that, I'm not really sure) and when they got on stage, they played a medley of rock tunes (intro parts) for their soundcheck piece.  Boy, did they murder the songs!  Grrr.  They played a bunch of covers and a couple originals.  I wasn't really happy with anything they played, which made me say out loud, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cover na nga lang di pa kayang plakado!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rocker dude heard me and actually laughed at what I said.  Maybe he was thinking of the same thing.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while DNA was playing, Con and I launched into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okrayfest&lt;/span&gt;, dishing out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okrays&lt;/span&gt; here and there.  Of course most of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okray&lt;/span&gt; went to the band itself.  Haha.  But there were others too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the girl in front of us who was wearing a tanktop, mini-skirt and ballerina slippers (not sure if that's what they're called but I think yeah... hehe).  Like hello?!!?!?  Why would you wear something like that knowing full well that there are throngs of beer-guzzling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;punkitos&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manongs&lt;/span&gt; all around?  Sure she was backstage... but the way to the backstage wasn't exactly jolog-free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this uber-weird guy we didn't know but apparently was famous because people kept on having their pictures taken with him.  Later on we found out he was a host on JackTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manong&lt;/span&gt; who kept on coming too close for comfort.  He stank of beer and sweat.  Blech.  Good thing the bouncer spotted him and escorted him outside.  Good 'ole bouncer probably saw how he was kinda irritating us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this girl (who is actually the gf of one of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;musikeros&lt;/span&gt;... I won't mention who out of respect for him) wearing something really outrageous and you wouldn't be caught dead in in a rock show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::Sigh:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talaga&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on the Oktoberfest in a bit.  Work is kinda piling up and I need to get things done before it's too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-116002441257194578?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/116002441257194578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=116002441257194578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/116002441257194578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/116002441257194578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/10/okrayfest-wednesday-october-4-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115987649142544461</id><published>2006-10-03T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T19:54:51.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I guess I'm not so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Super&lt;/span&gt; after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has taken me longer than usual to post again here.  Nope, I haven't been that busy.  It's just that I got so wrapped up being administrator of the &lt;a href="http://www.supernoypi.com"&gt;Super Noypi blog&lt;/a&gt;.  Administrating a blog that has visitors of over a thousand daily is no easy task, especially if there are people who post profanity.  Got my hands full most especially yesterday when a chatter flooded the chatbox with really nasty stuff.  Which meant I had to watch the page semi-24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this on top of all the other things I gotta do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well... I guess I'm really not that busy.  Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115987649142544461?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115987649142544461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115987649142544461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115987649142544461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115987649142544461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-guess-im-not-so-super-after-all-it.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115949691782654710</id><published>2006-09-29T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T11:15:33.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;The day that 'The Perfect Storm' met 'The Day After Tomorrow'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... that might be an exaggeration.  I probably have just seen too many disaster movies.  But hearing the wind howl like a monster and seeing objects flying at unknown speed from the top of our office building made me think that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any good law-abiding citizen, we all went to work yesterday, September 28 despite the threat of the storm &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Milenyo&lt;/span&gt;.  However at 11am when the wind started picking up, we were suddenly asked to go home.  At first, Con and I planned to go to the mall and hang out first but our boss offered her driver to bring us all home so we settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't leave at once because (1)we were waiting for the driver to arrive; and (2)we were sort of waiting for the wind to slow down, even a little.  But since it didn't show any signs of doing that, around 12.30pm, we all decided to just brave the weather and drive on home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ortigas was a complete &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;waste&lt;/span&gt;land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006001.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say wasteland, it wasn't just that it was deserted.  There were waste and debris everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006002.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006008.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006004.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had great difficulty seeing where we were going as visibility has been reduced to nothing with the downpour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006005.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006007.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees were uprooted and lay along the stretch of both Ortigas and Katipunan. (And God knows whereelse...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006009.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006012.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006013.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006014.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006015.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006016.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people braved the storm with their bikes.  Probably on their way home to their families, like us.  Just like this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006010.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, we had a split second to decide whether to pass through this road with a tree that's about to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006017.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for us, we made that split second decision in time.  Because just as we passed, the tree fell down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006021.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More trees blocked our path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006019.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006023.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even billboard signs were not spared by the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006025.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006029.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006030.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flooded streets were not a fun sight either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006027.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006028.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006031.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close to home, this is what greeted me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006032.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006033.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006034.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006035.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006036.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more uprooted trees blocking our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006037.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Fernan (our driver) even had to move some branches aside just so we could pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006038.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09282006039.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, I found myself home.  My dogs lost the roof over their pseud-dog house.  And they were wet, dripping and shaking.  Poor doggies =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there was no electricity, I had nothing better to do.  Even my Gameboy had no batteries as I forgot to charge it.  Darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I slept.  And woke up to a Buffy marathon at 10pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115949691782654710?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115949691782654710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115949691782654710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115949691782654710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115949691782654710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-that-perfect-storm-met-day-after.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115927926634190976</id><published>2006-09-26T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T22:01:06.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;My New Super Email Address&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... not that it really matters but I just got myself an absolutely kewl and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;new email address!  It's &lt;a href="mailto: jaymsterbean@supernoypi.com"&gt;jaymsterbean@supernoypi.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astig!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115927926634190976?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115927926634190976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115927926634190976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115927926634190976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115927926634190976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-new-super-email-address-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115892145552061393</id><published>2006-09-22T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T12:14:19.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Buffy-isms Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got hold of the whole seven seasons of Buffy on DVD and I'm on a roll!  Hehe.  Have been doing a Buffy marathon for three days straight now and I'm now two episodes away from Season 4.   Re-watching Buffy after ten years (it piloted in 1996) is quite refreshing.  Ooohhh... and seeing Oz and Spike again?!!??!  :::sigh:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, although it never really rated much (in the US nor here), Buffy had a cult following.  Yeah, people like me.  Hah!  I got depressed for a week after the series folded.  For real.  Boo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that made Buffy stand out were its lines.  They were to die for (pun intended)!  Especially that of Xander's.  And Cordelia's.  And Willow's.  And... errr... Buffy's.  Heck!  They were all astoundingly witty!  Well, of course, the writers were responsible for that.  But the actors can be commended too for actually making it work.  But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a tribute of sorts to one of the most inspiring TV series I've encountered in my life, here are a couple of heart-wrenching lines -- otherwise known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buffy-isms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- from Buffy the Vampire Slayer.  It sure feels like having a stake drive through your heart (pun intended again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read 'em and weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We are defined by the things we fear...&lt;br /&gt;But fear is in the mind.  Like pain.&lt;br /&gt;It can be controlled.&lt;br /&gt;If I can face my fear, it cannot master me. - The Master&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I can be surrounded by people but feel completely alone. - Cordelia&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;People don't fall in love with what's right in front of them.  People want to dream of what they can't have.  The more unattainable, the more attractive. - Xander&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Buffy:  Love makes people do crazy things&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Like a 241-year old man getting jealous of a high school boy?&lt;br /&gt;Buffy:  I don't love Xander&lt;br /&gt;Angel:  But he's in your life&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There are times lies are necessary.  Sometimes the truth is worse. - Angel&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's simple if I could just hate him.  I think he wanted me to.  It made it easier for him to be the villain in the picture. - Buffy&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Nothing's ever simple anymore.  I'm constantly trying to work it out.  Who to love or hate... Who to trust... It's just like the more I know, the more confused I get. - Buffy&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You're the one freaky thing in my freaky world that makes sense to me.  It just gets pretty messed up sometimes. - Buffy&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I sometimes like things that are not good for me. - Xander&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Don't you have an elsewhere you have to be? - Cordelia&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You can't just bury stuff.  It will come right back up to get you. - Xander&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sometimes even when two people seem right for each other, their lives just take different paths. - Joyce Summers&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You're not friends.  You'll never be friends.  You'll be in love till it kills you both.  You'll fight and you'll shag and you'll hate each other till it makes you quiver but you'll never be friends.  Love isn't brain, children.  It's blood -- blood screaming inside you to work its will. - Spike&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We're not friends.  We never were.  I can fool my friends, but I can't fool myself.  What I want from you, I can never have. - Buffy&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It bugs you doesn't it?  You have all this pain, all these feelings and nobody is really paying attention. - Buffy&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger; &amp;dagger;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's weird.  You look at something and you think you know exactly what you're seeing and then you find out it's something else entirely. - Buffy&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115892145552061393?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115892145552061393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115892145552061393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115892145552061393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115892145552061393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/09/buffy-isms-part-1-finally-got-hold-of.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115875157378566155</id><published>2006-09-20T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T20:40:04.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Crappy Crappy Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to redo my whole blog because for some apparent reason, my template got corrupted.  F***er!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find my old template design, so this one's 'quite' new.   But I couldn't remember half of what was in my old blog.  Argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...  It was time for a change anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho-friggin'-hum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115875157378566155?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115875157378566155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115875157378566155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115875157378566155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115875157378566155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/09/crappy-crappy-day-damnit.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115856867934161976</id><published>2006-09-18T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T11:32:23.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Baby G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/babyG.jpg" align="right" border="0" hspace="10" /&gt;  Just received great news from Weng via YM (although I've known for two weeks now, it's just that she didn't want me to tell anyone yet then).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo---I can now tell everyone about it... she's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;6 weeks pregnant&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the baby has got a heartbeat now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that little thing that looks like a tadpole (sorry Weng, but that's how it looks like at this point hehehehe)?  That's the one!  He/She is going to be my godchild! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kewlies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I wonder if it's a boy or a girl.   Congratulations Weng and Sam! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This calls for a celebration!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Is This For Real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was browsing the net when I stumbled upon this &lt;a href="http://www.jasonsgrudge2blog.com" target="blank"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; (via the &lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com"&gt;Neopets&lt;/a&gt; site).  Apparently, this guy Jason Cutler is a student who was allowed by Sony Pictures to film a documentary about the making of The Grudge 2 for his senior thesis.  Barely, a month or so on the set, he disappeared and his roommate took up the chores of continuing his blog... and well, trying to find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the interview with Amber Tamblyn.  It totally creeped me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I wonder if this is for real or it's just some publicity stunt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong... if Jason Cutler really is missing, my sympathies go out to his family and friends and I hope they find him soon.  But, I'm from a movie company and I know how publicities go.  Remember The Blair Witch Project?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... if it's for real, do you really think Sony Pictures will even host the blog on their site?  I mean, aren't they scared of lawsuit or something?  The guy disappeared on their set.  Why aren't his parents doing anything about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real or not, check out the video interview with Amber Tamblyn.  It's the only video on the blog that totally creeped me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115856867934161976?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115856867934161976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115856867934161976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115856867934161976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115856867934161976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/09/baby-g-just-received-great-news-from.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115839514376948980</id><published>2006-09-16T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T16:33:16.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Somewhere I Don't Belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You were with them but not one of them"&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;CSI Miami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes no matter how hard you try, you just don't belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of how much effort you put into something, you still don't measure up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess when you don't fit in, you just don't.  And trying hard to swing it only makes things more detrimental, not only to the people around you but to yourself as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply don't fit in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115839514376948980?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115839514376948980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115839514376948980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115839514376948980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115839514376948980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/09/somewhere-i-dont-belong-you-were-with.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115829265977491563</id><published>2006-09-15T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T12:02:20.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Fun Stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#3b4c55" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#a6b7bf"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;flooble said that I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 32px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not Gay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Not that there's anything wrong with that.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10px; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Take the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flooble.com" style="font-size: 10px; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;flooble&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flooble.com/fun/gayquiz.php" style="font-size: 10px; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Gay Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://not-a-real-namespace/http://not-a-real-namespace/http://not-a-real-namespace/http://not-a-real-namespace/http://perplexus.info/tree.php"&gt;puzzles, problems, riddles by category&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flooble.com/images/dot.gif?src=gayquiz" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115829265977491563?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115829265977491563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115829265977491563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115829265977491563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115829265977491563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/09/fun-stuff-flooble-said-that-i-amnot.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115822659221744882</id><published>2006-09-14T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T17:53:40.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Ang Pinaka-astig na Pelikula ng 2006!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala ng iba kundi &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPER NOYPI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find out more about the movie, visit its &lt;a href="http://www.supernoypi.com" target="blank"&gt;official production blog&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayuz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115822659221744882?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115822659221744882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115822659221744882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115822659221744882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115822659221744882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/09/ang-pinaka-astig-na-pelikula-ng-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115821355088505048</id><published>2006-09-14T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T14:00:09.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Rockin' New Toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I got a YM from Sam (CIR) telling me about this Kurt Cobain action figure she saw at Toy Kingdom in Podium.  So before I left for my meeting in QC, I hurriedly went to TK to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A throng of salespeople greeted me as I entered TK, each one of them bearing a smile.  I normally don't approach promo girls (and guys) when I go inside a store.  I hate it moreso when they follow me everywhere I go, especially when I'm just browsing stuff.  Normally when I go inside a store, I know exactly what I want.  I rarely window shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, Sam wasn't able to tell me where to find the KC toy exactly so I walked round and round the store looking for  it.  One saleslady decided to put me out of my misery and approached me saying, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ma'am ano po ang hinahanap nyo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her and an internal battle with myself ensued.  Should I tell her what it is?  Or should I shrug and brush her off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a beat, I decided to just ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"San yung Kurt Cobain action figure?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stared back at me and asked, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ano ho?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yung Kurt Cobain toy"&lt;/span&gt;, I insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Robot ho ba yon?"&lt;/span&gt;, she asked me with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to slap her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I smiled back and told her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Never mind"&lt;/span&gt; and decided to just look for the thing myself.  Since I wasn't having any luck finding it, I called Sam.  But she wasn't picking up.  So I called Mo and a little while later Joey came to the phone and described where exactly I can find MY Kurt Cobain toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09132006001.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/09132006003.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey! Yey! Yey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115821355088505048?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115821355088505048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115821355088505048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115821355088505048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115821355088505048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/09/rockin-new-toy-yesterday-i-got-ym-from.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115804976964459837</id><published>2006-09-12T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T16:35:39.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;What Boredom Can Do To A Person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time does stand still when you're not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being immensely busy for the past couple of months, I find myself experiencing a very very laidback moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's as if time has stopped because it's taking ages to reach 6pm!  Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo---I've been tinkering with stuff and I just felt like posting &lt;a href="http://www.mediamax.com/jaymsterbean/Hosted/The%20Blower%27s%20Daughter.mp3" target="blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which I have been obsessing about since I saw Closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho hum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115804976964459837?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115804976964459837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115804976964459837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115804976964459837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115804976964459837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-boredom-can-do-to-person-time.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115804773190667346</id><published>2006-09-12T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T15:55:31.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;DVD Junkie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past couple of weeks, I have returned to being a DCD junkie, lapping up all the DVDs I can view in one seating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month (or I think two months ago), I had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Season 1 &amp; 2&lt;/span&gt; marathon followed soon after by a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CSI&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Season 1-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; marathon.  Last week until this weekend, I finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4400 Season 1 &amp; 2&lt;/span&gt;  plus&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; CSI NY Season 1 &amp; 2&lt;/span&gt; and last night, I started &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Name Is Earl Season 1&lt;/span&gt;.  I presume that I'll finish it within the week, that is, if I get the chance to go home early this week.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohh... I finally got to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Actually&lt;/span&gt; too and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Closer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115804773190667346?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115804773190667346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115804773190667346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115804773190667346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115804773190667346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/09/dvd-junkie-for-past-couple-of-weeks-i.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115803807627959278</id><published>2006-09-12T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T13:14:36.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Food Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, Nathan celebrated his birthday at Bellini's in Cubao.  Bellini's is a quaint Italian restaurant at the back of the Marikina Shoe Expo, owned and managed by... whoelse but Mr. Bellini!  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how we discovered that place almost ten years ago while I was still working at BMG.  How Trec, Jojo, Jojet and I had nowhere to go for lunch and while walking along the streets of Cubao, we happened along the little restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has come a long way.  Before we were the only patrons there.  Then came the time when we brought our artists to dine there and by word of mouth, Bellini's became somehow the talk of the town when it came to satisfying one's palate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And satisfy us it did... once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Bellinis05.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Bellinis04.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday celebrant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Bellinis02.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with his birthday cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Bellinis03.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the chance to take a lot of photos as I was low batt that night.  But I was able to take this crazy photo of me and Weng after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Bellinis01.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went for coffee (whatelse?) at Coffee Bean in Gateway and reminisced about old friends, old times and well... a lot of other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Anna--you were there in spirit, my friend! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;It's A Small Small World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got these photos from Weng via email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/smallearth01.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/smallearth02.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me realize just how small the world is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it truly is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, after the Eternity premiere night and cast party, I found myself going with Mikko and Gaby to Goodyear in Libis.  I didn't know what to expect there really but I wasn't prepared to find a bar (and then some) inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing is half of the people Gaby knows, I knew as well.  I saw Franco (Mabanta) and Little Joey of Magic.  And I got the shock of my life when I saw Cheska (Inigo)!  Haha.  We both just came from Eternity and we never thought we'd see each other again so soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small digression... Cheska is actually the wife of my cousin Francis Tiu Laurel, Jr.  But since I'm not really close to that part of my family, I didn't bother telling her that.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo---the other cast of Eternity with Direk Mark Reyes came trickling in soon after.  Gasp!  First was Bobby Andrews, then Dingdong, Iza, Arthur and Michael Roy.  Gaby was playing pool with some guy I didn't know then and when Iza saw her, they apparently knew each other from school!  Yikes!  Is it just me or did the world get much smaller still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to convince Mikko to get me out of there.  Hehe.  Not that I don't like these people... it's just that my world was getting too small for comfort and I just needed to breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if my world ain't small enough, one of the AD's for Super Noypi is a couple of batches above me in UP-CMC and he's now officemates with Nikki, a college batchmate and Russell, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115803807627959278?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115803807627959278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115803807627959278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115803807627959278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115803807627959278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/09/food-trip-two-weeks-ago-nathan.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115685603106002292</id><published>2006-08-29T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T20:53:51.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;The highest form of love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115685603106002292?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115685603106002292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115685603106002292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115685603106002292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115685603106002292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/08/highest-form-of-love.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115661019247615667</id><published>2006-08-27T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T19:18:23.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;A Very Pinoy Ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to a rather untoward incident last Friday evening, which I had no control of, I suddenly found myself watching the last episode of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sa Piling Mo&lt;/span&gt; with Nathan and Sir Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/08252006001.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to the final episode, there was like a primer thing wherein they sort of recapped the season, showing highlights from the program.  Believe me, just seeing that primer was enough for me to understand the story of the whole season.  Like duh!  They could've actually told the whole story in an hour, but wasted a couple of months' airtime.  Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, they showed the last episode with no commercial break (yay... as if! haha).  Nathan was glued to the TV...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/08252006004.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...although he didn't miss the chance to dish out several side comments in every scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/08252006.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't blame him, though.  I couldn't stop myself from uttering side comments myself.  Aside from dreadful acting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/08252006003.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and a rather pathetic storyline...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/08252006007.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Sa Piling Mo&lt;/span&gt;'s last episode was quite a pain to watch that halfway through it, I busied myself with taking photos of myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/08252006006.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan's fearless alternate endings for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sa Piling Mo&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Benicio shouldn't have accepted defeat so easily.  The confrontation scene between him, Jennifer, Adrian and the kid should have been left hanging and then fast forward to two years later, and Benicio decides to forgive and forget.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And... (this one I found really funny.  Haha!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Benicio ends up with Adrian. :-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Hahahahahaha.  Sheesh.  I cannot believe I'm actually posting about this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115661019247615667?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115661019247615667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115661019247615667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115661019247615667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115661019247615667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/08/very-pinoy-ending-due-to-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115633432858967346</id><published>2006-08-23T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T19:58:48.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Showbiz Slut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say slut, I don't mean I sleep around.  Hell no!  It's just the feeling of being violated because I'm a slave to the game and the perverse system that is local show business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Hollywood is the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I have this running joke before that we want to see our names in the credits of Hollywood movies, even that of "Assistant to Mr. Norton" or "Assistant to Mr. Hanks".  Now I'm not so sure I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and I want to rest for good. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115633432858967346?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115633432858967346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115633432858967346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115633432858967346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115633432858967346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/08/showbiz-slut-i-am-one.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115625999115556243</id><published>2006-08-22T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:22:40.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;O.M.G. (Oh My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt;)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Anna YM-ed me about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;google-ing&lt;/span&gt; my name and finding a result for writing credits for the movie Pamahiin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that the result she found was a link to &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, man!  Sorry to sound so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jolog&lt;/span&gt; but... whoa! My name is in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;google-ing&lt;/span&gt; your name sometime.  It's fun(ny).  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... other results I found when I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;googled&lt;/span&gt; my name were about Gloc-9's second album, the ONL rip-off issue, the scandal about Philip Salvador and his ex-gf Cristina (don't ask me why), a list of SMCQC Alumni, credits for the Graduation Day album, the Sheryn Regis motherhood issue, a list of UP-CMC Alumni and an article about Westlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115625999115556243?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115625999115556243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115625999115556243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115625999115556243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115625999115556243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/08/o.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115597906767440338</id><published>2006-08-19T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:33:22.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Social Butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself fluttering from one event to another the past couple of weeks.  That's over and above all my work.  Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for starters, I met a couple of new people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nana Nadal.  Yes, first cousin of Kitchie.  Although as Nana says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"wag na wag mong sasabihin yan!"&lt;/span&gt;  Haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gaby de la Merced.  That pretty girl from the new Creamsilk commercial.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/gabyTVC02b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard a lot about Gaby from my good friend Mikko but I just got to meet her recently.  She's apparently getting serious with having a career... erm... not really showbiz but something like that.  You see, she's already quite famous in the auto circuit being a race car driver and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/gabyTVC03.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But she wants to take her career to another level and Mikko has taken on that responsibility. :-)  I'm just along for the ride (pun quite intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rei.  I actually don't know her last name but she's Gaby's sister-in-law.  She's kewl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I've also been to the INXS concert which rocked big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/inxs-ticket.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it's the only rock concert I've watched that majority of the audience were female and people above 30!  I felt quite young.  Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;punong abala&lt;/span&gt; in the 10th Anniversary of Imperial Palace, Mother Lily's hotel in Timog.  Wasn't exactly sure why but it was all good and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have been at Rockestra too, if not for a conflict of schedule.  Oh well, maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Where Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering why you never drop by anymore.  No... make that I'm saddened by the fact that you never drop by anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my fault, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is my fault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115597906767440338?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115597906767440338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115597906767440338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115597906767440338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115597906767440338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/08/social-butterfly-i-found-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115579271048499643</id><published>2006-08-17T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T13:31:50.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Change of Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I realized I need to end this... erm... masquerade.  It's not doing anyone good.  And it's starting to affect other people as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier said than done, I know.  But I think it is worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Alexie who (sort of) opened my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a promise from me:  It may take some time, but I will do as you suggested.  I just don't want to rush it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115579271048499643?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115579271048499643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115579271048499643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115579271048499643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115579271048499643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/08/change-of-heart-other-night-i-realized.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115418925158301158</id><published>2006-07-30T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T00:09:09.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There's a reason CELL rhymes with HELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or so the tag-line of the latest Stephen King novel goes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/cell.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just finished it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Thanks Bananagar for the book!)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It's like a cross between The Stand and The Matrix, if you can imagine that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like most of SK's work, I liked it a lot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe not as much as I liked The Stand (I loved that book!) but liked it way better than I did Desperation or Dreamcatcher. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It took me two days to finish it though, since work (and some fun with the boys) got in the way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyhoo – three months to go before the next SK novel (Lisey's Story) comes out, and a year before the last Harry Potter book.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Awww, no more reading material for me again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Crap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dying Brain Cells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I fear for my brain cells.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think they're dying one by one, if that is even possible.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not only am I suffering from major &lt;i style=""&gt;memory gap&lt;/i&gt;, I now find myself thinking of something and doing something else entirely.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whatever do you call that?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Case in point... I wrote a business letter addressed to our company lawyer and instead of writing her surname, I wrote someone else's.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Major major boo boo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jamie = dumb ass. Damn.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And yeah... it starts with an M.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115418925158301158?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115418925158301158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115418925158301158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115418925158301158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115418925158301158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/07/theres-reason-cell-rhymes-with-hell-or.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115406054918929979</id><published>2006-07-28T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T16:33:52.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;When Love and Hate Collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have believed it if it didn't just happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is really a very fine line between love and hate.  And when there's too much of it, love does turn to hate.  An overwhelming amount of it, if I may add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, love begets hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even feel angry.  I'm not feeling anything whatsoever, except for that great wave of hate.  It's tragic how the mere sight of anyone, or anything for that matter, spells H-A-T-E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not as if I want to feel this way.  I don't.  It's over and done with and I want it to be as final as possible.  But this little hate-rat is gnawing on me, its little teeth nipping at me from every direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, love begets hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we're at it, here's a question... how do you forgive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Masa Moment Yet Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masa&lt;/span&gt; self reared its head again yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/07272006003.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well... I guess it's time for another shameless plug.  Didn't I say before that I was excited about a movie Quark was gonna direct for us?  Well... it's still on pre-prod stage, but before that happens, Quark is doing one other movie and I'm as excited about it.  Well, maybe not as much as the other one but this project is exciting as well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/supernoypilogo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for it. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115406054918929979?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115406054918929979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115406054918929979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115406054918929979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115406054918929979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-love-and-hate-collide-i-wouldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115358860819306230</id><published>2006-07-23T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T01:16:48.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Stuff Schmuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dubbed for White Lady.  Well, it was just one word but it came out twice in the movie.  Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sang a line for Bliss' forthcoming album (with much prodding from MXRR, Alexie and Lone). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will "star" in a movie soon.  Wahahahaha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Textmates again with the Megastar!  Woo hoo! :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got Season 1 and 2 of The 4400!  Yey!  I'm having a DVD marathon tomorrow for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm taking a well-deserved leave of absence next week.  I just hope it gets approved. :-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115358860819306230?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115358860819306230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115358860819306230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115358860819306230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115358860819306230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/07/stuff-schmuff-dubbed-for-white-lady.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115339753532728908</id><published>2006-07-20T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T20:12:15.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;The Overdue Vigan Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really is not much to say.  I was in Vigan less than 48 hours, with travel time approximately 10 hours one way.  Do the math.   Though on the way back, it only took us 5 hours.  Wahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there for the shoot of the movie Eternity, starring Dingdong Dantes, Iza Calzado, Mark Herras and Jennylyn Mercado.  Had to do the BTS and pictorial there.  Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't stay long, I never really had the chance to explore and see the sights.  I have been told that Vigan is a wonderful place.  I just wish I had more time to go around.  But I was on the set the whole time.  Although the view from where I was wasn't all that bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Grotto.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was simply breathtaking.  Although I wonder how people can swim in those waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Waves02.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those really huge rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Waves01.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the beach was a sight to behold.  And that says a lot, coming from a non-beach person like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm not really part of the production team, taking the BTS (behind the scenes) was just as tedious.  Of course weh had to go where the rest of the production crew were.  And since most of the scenes were exterior, I was under the heat of the sun most of the time.  It's a wonder why I did not burn crisp.  I never did anyways.  I guess I'm lucky that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we had down times too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Sarisaristore.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chance to eat, fool around, eat some more and fool around some more with the crew and the cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/Mark.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, a chance to have the typical &lt;i&gt;masa&lt;/i&gt; moment in times like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/withDingdongandIza02.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/withDingdongandIza01.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happiness Is Bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my good friends always say, &lt;i&gt;"Happiness is BLISS"!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, last night I was able to watch (and give comments to) the recording of probably one of the most anticipated "new" bands.  Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously, their materials are really great and worth checking out.  This project band is composed of my really good friends MXRR, Lone, Alexie and Pao.  I think their target release for the album is end of this month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kewlness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115339753532728908?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115339753532728908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115339753532728908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115339753532728908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115339753532728908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/07/overdue-vigan-post-there-really-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115270753208439345</id><published>2006-07-12T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T20:32:12.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Quickie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick note to say that I'm still here.  Still alive.  But up to my neck with work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule has never been this fucked up ever!  Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo -- just got back from Vigan, and now I'm braving the rains to go to Makati.  Afterwhich, I dunno where my feet will take me.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will see when I can post about my Vigan trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115270753208439345?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115270753208439345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115270753208439345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115270753208439345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115270753208439345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/07/quickie-just-quick-note-to-say-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115219733302172882</id><published>2006-07-06T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T22:48:53.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;The Return of Neopets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr... it never really went away.  At least as far as I know,  &lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com"&gt;Neopets&lt;/a&gt; has always beeon online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I stopped playing for over 4 years!  Imagine that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, I revisited the site and was dreading to see whether my pets were dead.  But they were not!!! Yahu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like that, I'm back to playing once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially, since I have my own guild, together with Fair, et al. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... that's all for now.  I gotta get back to my pets and my guild and to Neopian Central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115219733302172882?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115219733302172882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115219733302172882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115219733302172882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115219733302172882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/07/return-of-neopets-errr.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115164653694029786</id><published>2006-06-30T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T13:48:56.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;And yet another Blast from the Past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to take a break from everything to blog about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who called me just now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, make a wild guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manilyn Reynes, that's who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought that in this day and age, Manilyn Reynes would be calling me.  Hahaha.  I just can't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and... the other day, it was Maria Isabel Lopez &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115164653694029786?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115164653694029786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115164653694029786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115164653694029786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115164653694029786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-yet-another-blast-from-past-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115156619083573989</id><published>2006-06-29T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T16:34:19.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Short Takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just finished another event with Mario and Grace.  Although this time, I wasn't able to go physically to the event as I had a whole day set visit for a new movie we're doing.  Oh well... this script-writing thing is really fun!  Hehe.  Although, I think I can only do it for people I like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As I mentioned earlier, yesterday I spent the whole day in Intramuros for the shoot of the movie 'Eternity' starring Dingdong Dantes, Iza Calzado, Mark Herras and Jennylyn Mercado.  It felt like I was really transported back to the 1800's!  Hahaha.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Astig&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow, I'll be at the Bench Fever thingamajig.  We're doing the TV coverage.  A lot of my gay friends are so envious!  Hehe.  Sorry folks!  Couldn't get extra tickets anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monday is a HOLIDAY!!! Woo hoo!  Well... at least for people like me who work in Ortigas (Pasig).  Yey yey yey!  Hooray for Pasig day! =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just read in the newspaper that JK Rowling has already admitted that two main characters will die at the end of HP 7.  Well... at least for sometime now I've prepared myself should Harry die.  I mean, c'mon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;***SPOILER ALERT***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;...after killing off Sirius in Book 5 and Dumbledore in Book 6, she might as well kill Harry off then.  It                   won't be a big surprise, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;***END OF SPOILER***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haven't yet seen Superman Returns.  Can't say I'm really interested to see it.  Never liked Superman.  I think Batman is more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super &lt;/span&gt;than the man of steel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh... did I mention I'm back to the old habit?  Yeah... sad but true.  But just can't kick it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115156619083573989?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115156619083573989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115156619083573989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115156619083573989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115156619083573989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/06/short-takes-just-finished-another.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115091129460756548</id><published>2006-06-22T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T20:34:27.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crappy Cry Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixingroom.blogspot.com" target="blank"&gt;Kuya Arnold&lt;/a&gt; made me cry today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if you didn't know me... I say crappy things all the time.  And I end up saying the crappiest thing especially when I'm feeling bad... even when I don't really mean them.  And more often than not, I end up regretting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever it's worth, I really apologize for all the crappy things I said.  And I apologize for being crappy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I told you... at this point, I can stand &lt;a href="http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/05/return-of-brokeback-mountain-first.html" target="blank"&gt;other people&lt;/a&gt; getting pissed with me but not you, man.  Not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so damn sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time, I mean what I say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115091129460756548?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115091129460756548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115091129460756548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115091129460756548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115091129460756548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/06/crappy-cry-baby-kuya-arnold-made-me.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115071606005469104</id><published>2006-06-19T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T19:21:03.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Still Lost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 16 now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain's fried.  Argh!  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lemme get back to Dracula's realm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115071606005469104?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115071606005469104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115071606005469104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115071606005469104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115071606005469104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/06/still-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115046122329769142</id><published>2006-06-16T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T20:33:43.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Lost in Dracula's Realm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Trec, I am currently addicted to this online riddle thing called &lt;a href="http://draculasriddle.co.uk"&gt;DRACULA'S RIDDLE&lt;/a&gt;.  Try it.  It's fun.  But irritating sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only at Level 6 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you won't see much of me in the next few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115046122329769142?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115046122329769142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115046122329769142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115046122329769142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115046122329769142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/06/lost-in-draculas-realm-thanks-to-trec.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115036150024357332</id><published>2006-06-15T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T16:51:40.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Series of Blasts from the Past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spending a lot of time with BMG peeps lately.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Textmates now with Ely Buendia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw Arvin of Abztract Dancers (yeah, I know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kamasahan&lt;/span&gt;.  Haha).  Had a nice little chat.  It seems I'd be seeing more of him now that he works at Crowne Plaza.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Re-discovered &lt;a href="http://neopets.com"&gt;Neopets&lt;/a&gt;.  Weeeee!   Oooh... what fun!  Lots of new games are in the site too.  Yey! (I remember how we used to be addicted to Neopets in BMG.  Golly, I'm a Neopian millionaire, mind you!  Haha).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw Gward and he apparently already has a kid.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayuz&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw Wency Cornejo at the 6cyclemind anniversary gig.  Missed him.  In between hugs and kisses, he says he missed me too!  Weeee.  14 years too late, man!  Haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wency, Arnold (Cabalza) and Raimund (Marasigan) jammed with 6cm during their anniversary gig.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Astig&lt;/span&gt;!  Haha.  Brought me back to my UP days.  Wency sang "Mangarap Ka" then Arnold joined them on stage for "Next In Line", where Wency had Chuck sing the last line.  Haha.  Raims jammed on the drums for "Sugod", which Tutti sang and then he sat on the keyboards for "Alapaap".  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ansaya&lt;/span&gt;!  Congrats to 6cyclemind on your fifth year!  To Darwin -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iba ka!&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/6cycle.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115036150024357332?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115036150024357332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115036150024357332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115036150024357332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115036150024357332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/06/series-of-blasts-from-past-spending.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-115019588905996014</id><published>2006-06-13T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T18:51:29.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Aila at 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/aila-01.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my niece Aila celebrates her first birthday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her party was a day early, though.  It was held yesterday at Bounce, this new place along Ortigas Avenue, where kids literally go crazy (what with all the inflatable toys and such).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the little ones really go bonkers at Bounce, as you can see from this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/06122006003.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/06122006004.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario and Grace, who organized the party for my sister, were laughing like loons just like me at the sight of all these kids running around like all hell broke loose.  It was a funny sight to behold.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister wanted a 'Disney Babies' theme for her firstborn and that's what she got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/06122006.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/06122006002.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, a Disney party will not be complete without a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hidden Mickey&lt;/span&gt;, which Grace creatively set-up for Mario and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/06122006008.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Mario thought was a half-naked woman sun-bathing from this angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/06122006009.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between eating ice cream, cotton candy, and all those things that kids love, Mario, Grace and I busied ourselves with doing one of the things we do best.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okray!&lt;/span&gt;  Haha.  Well... there was this certain person there who deserved our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okray&lt;/span&gt; and more.  The opportunity was just too hard to pass up!  Wahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo -- something was quite out of place in that little wonderland that day.  In one corner of Bounce, I saw this and I knew I just had to share it to the world.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/06122006011.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon closer inspection, the sign on the scooter reads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/06122006010.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?  A rechargeable scooter?  Man!  That's hilarious.  I can just imagine it.  You're riding merrily when you hear that low battery beep (just like in mobile phones) and you whip out your charger while searching for an electrical socket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha!  Major laugh trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin had a photo mosaic done for Aila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/06122006001.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which made me want to make one for myself too.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kahit&lt;/span&gt; trip&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lang&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone said Aila looks like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/06122006006.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.  What a lucky kid!  Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even her mood swings is so Jamie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/06122006012.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aila shown in photo with my dad&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coldplay or No Coldplay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Last Sunday, I (think) I saw a TV commercial saying that Coldplay will be coming to Manila in July and that Hale will be the front act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know if I got the info all muddled up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero nakita ko ang nakita ko! &lt;/span&gt;(line borrowed from Iya in Pamahiin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure as hell wasn't on drugs.  And I was wide awake, so I'm sure it wasn't a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texted Quark about it but he has no news yet as we speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.  Whatever.  If Coldplay is coming, well then good.  If not, then it sucks.  But at least I wouldn't have to spend big bucks!  Haha.  Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of watching TV last Sunday... I did something I don't normally do.  I watched SOP and ASAP, alternating between the two channels.  Wahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo---I was really just supposed to watch SOP because it was "PasiklaBAND".  But I checked out ASAP during the commercial break and whenever Rufa Mae was on on SOP, because she's such a dumb host and I cringe everytime she tries to deliver her spiels.  Stupid &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kse&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sinalang sya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;as host during an all-band episode.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ano ba?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kakairita.  Ang tatanga ng &lt;/span&gt;questions and comments &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nya&lt;/span&gt; about rock music and the bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the following glitches (1)Sandwich was nominated for Breakthrough Band &gt;&gt; an award given to rookies in the band scene (LIKE DUH! HELLO?!?!?! WHERE HAVE THE JUDGES FOR THIS AWARD THING BEEN? SANDWICH IS NOT A ROOKIE! DEFINITELY NOT!!!); (2)the mere presence of Cueshe in the show; and (3)the sudden cut to commercial because Pupil wasn't ready, my Sunday viewing experience was (for lack of any other word) fun.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not sure if I can do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;To Err Is HUMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a HUGE HUGE HUGE error it is for Human to get Cueshe as its endorser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAKKK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-115019588905996014?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/115019588905996014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=115019588905996014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115019588905996014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/115019588905996014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/06/aila-at-1-today-my-niece-aila.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114993141490971714</id><published>2006-06-10T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T17:53:14.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Bits &amp; Pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Funny... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X-Men 3&lt;/span&gt; is literally X3 for me because I watched the movie three times.  Wahaha.  I believe it's not exactly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the last stand&lt;/span&gt;.  (1)Professor X is not really dead; (2)Magneto's powers still exist albeit very faint; (3)the Bobby-Kitty-Rogue triangle was established but wasn't exactly closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally finished &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost Season 2&lt;/span&gt; (thanks to Limewire!).  This show is really amazing.  Discovering the different connections between all the characters is leaving me more and more confused every minute and I love it.  Hehe.  I still think they're all patients in a mental institution and the island is all a hallucination.  Haha!  I just wish Season 3 starts soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Met a psychic.  All I can say is he told me something that validates a long-time hunch.  And it's really funny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Film Crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been watching movies like crazy lately.  Can't get enough of 'em for some reason.  Anyhoo -- there are A LOT of upcoming movies I'm looking forward to... Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/american_dreamz_ver2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;As if we're not saturated enough with all the singing competitions and talent searches on television.  Haha!  Chris Kline is enough reason for me to watch this film.  And since I have begun to love Hugh Grant too, he's another reason!   Hehe. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/clerks_ii.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Yihee!  They're back!  Weeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/click.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Major laugh trip!  Bwahahaha.  Sure wish this remote control is for real.  I'd love to own something like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/flushed_away.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Yay!  Another animation!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/just_my_luck.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Your typical chick flick.  I do get moments when I like watching movies like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/lady_in_the_water.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Have been waiting forever for this movie to get shown.  Can't wait! Can't wait! Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/lake_house.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Yeah... I'm a sucker for romance stories sometimes too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/metal_a_headbangers_journey.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;About time they make another movie for us metalheads. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/scanner-darkly-poster.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Rory Cochrane left CSI Miami to concentrate on making movies again.  Not sure if this is the first he's done since he left CSI but I sure am looking forward to it.  As always, his role is a junkie.  Haha.  What makes this film more interesting is the fact that although it was shot like a normal live action film, it was transferred into animation, which then makes the animated characters more real.  It's like watching a graphic novel!  Check out their site at &lt;a href="http://wip.warnerbros.com/ascannerdarkly/"&gt;A Scanner Darkly&lt;/a&gt;.  There are lots of things to do there, which are really quite interesting. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/stoned.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Another music film!  Ilike! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/superman_returns_ver8.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I don't really like Superman but I'm curious about this film.  I'm a Batman person.  I feel he's more real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/tristan_and_isolde.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;James Franco!  Weeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/world_trade_center.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saw the trailer last night and felt like bawling my eyes out.  Trailer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa lang yun ha&lt;/span&gt;!  My golly.This is showing in America already next week, I think but it'll be shown here in Manila in October.  Shet, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tagal&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114993141490971714?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114993141490971714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114993141490971714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114993141490971714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114993141490971714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/06/bits-3the-bobby-kitty-rogue-triangle.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114976257725299451</id><published>2006-06-08T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T18:29:37.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this meme from &lt;a href="http://squishycon.blogspot.com"&gt;Con&lt;/a&gt;.  Basically, what you need to do is make a comment and I'll assign you a with a letter from the alphabet.  Then you have to post 10 items beginning with that letter on your own blog and explain why you chose those words and what they mean to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since &lt;a href="http://squishycon.blogspot.com"&gt;Con&lt;/a&gt; assigned me with the letter &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;,  here are my ten J's, in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.  Jamming.  A frustrated band member, that's what I am.  Aside from the keyboards, I cannot play any other musical instrument.  And that really sucks.  That's why I just do the closest thing... attend jamming sessions of my friends who have bands.  Or better yet, watch their live gigs.  (Which I don't get to do much anymore.  Crappy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juts&lt;/span&gt;.  Those were the days.  Fun, fun, fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03.  Jason Lee.  One of my all-time favorite actors.  He's not major Hollywood superstar material like Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise, but I wouldn't trade Jason Lee with any of them!  He's one of the funniest and coolest actors ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04.  Jessica Zafra.  My idol.  When I was in high school, I wanted to be like her.  Hell, I wanted to be her.  One of the reasons why writing remains to be one of my passions.  The other one, of course, is Stephen King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05.  J.K. Rowling.  If not for her, there will be no Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06.  JRR Tolkien.  The master storyteller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note:  Seems like I'm just enumerating authors/writers here.  Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07.  Jagged Little Pill.  The soundtrack to my life story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08.  Jealous.  Synonymous to me.  Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09.  Jaded.  I'm at this point in my life when I'm just too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"J-j-j-jaded"&lt;/span&gt; about everything.  I guess I have always been fatalistic, but even more so now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Journal.  Isn't it obvious?  I'm addicted to writing.  Hence, I'm addicted to keeping journals (whether online or not).  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shet, pilit na pilit&lt;/span&gt;.  Haha!  Seriously... I do keep several journals, aside from this blog.  Sometimes when I feel like it, I just write on scraps of paper and keep these in a box.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La lang&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm weird that way, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meme done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:HaloScan('114974932039268351');"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114976257725299451?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114976257725299451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114976257725299451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114976257725299451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114976257725299451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/06/j-got-this-meme-from-con.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114974932039268351</id><published>2006-06-08T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T14:48:40.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Practicing My Math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't touched a ciggie for eight days now... and still counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Sam would say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Good.   Keep counting.  Practice your math.  Do multiplication after."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I don't want to finalize anything lest I eat my words afterwards.  But I think I'm really quitting this time.  Yeah.  For real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the sudden decision, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I had a close call and saw bits of my life flash before me.  In between hospital admittance, expensive meds and bouts of unconsciousness, I figured I had nothing to lose if I kick the habit.  But a lot to gain if I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I always say I am not afraid of dying, I guess at the end of the day, I am not yet prepared to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my gay friends would say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kabog kung kabog."&lt;/span&gt;  This is one wake-up call that has really rendered me wide awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114974932039268351?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114974932039268351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114974932039268351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114974932039268351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114974932039268351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/06/practicing-my-math-i-havent-touched.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114933740353237421</id><published>2006-06-03T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T20:23:23.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Toys R Us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...will be in the Philippines this month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114933740353237421?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114933740353237421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114933740353237421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114933740353237421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114933740353237421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/06/toys-r-us.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114907554674636852</id><published>2006-05-31T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T19:39:06.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Lovely Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a relatively "boring day" today.  Which is pretty uncanny, since boring hasn't been part of my vocabulary since I re-entered the wild and &lt;strike&gt;un&lt;/strike&gt;glamorous world of show business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I relished my day today.  There was a moment or two when I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ngarag&lt;/span&gt;, but mostly today was laid-back... just the way I liked it.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a quick trip to the airport this morning at 5am, where I grabbed a quick nap (don't ask why), went home at 8am and was at work by 9am.  By 8pm, I will be on my way to QC and most probably be back in Ortigas around 11pm tonight, where I'll enjoy a nice hot bath (and probably a massage) at the Holiday Inn Galleria Manila, where I'm billetted until the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Rest In Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan's mom passed away Monday. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the premiere of Manay Po and in the middle of all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kangaragan&lt;/span&gt;, I received a text message bearing the sad, sad news.  Right after the premiere night, I found myself rushing to Philamhomes to pay my respects and to offer my condolences to Nathan and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back there tonight as it's the last night of the wake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace Mommy.  You will be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114907554674636852?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114907554674636852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114907554674636852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114907554674636852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114907554674636852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/05/lovely-day-i-had-relatively-boring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114856861257722951</id><published>2006-05-25T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:50:12.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;The Return of Brokeback Mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I posted this, I did it out of fun.  I thought it was funny and I thought everyone could use a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it wasn't out of spite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/brokeback.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I didn't think hate that's been gone can resurface.  Nor did I think that hate can turn to even more hate.  This thing with you and &lt;u&gt;(insert name of one of my most hated people here)&lt;/u&gt; is the last straw.  If you're doing it to spite me, bravo!  You're doing an excellent job.  Any hope of repairing what we lost is gone now.  This is really it.  The final blow.  I am walking away.  You don't deserve to be friends with me.  You don't deserve me. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shameless Plug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're on the subject of "brokebackers" and all things gay, patronize me as I plug our new movie MANAY PO showing on May 31.  We have a premiere night on Monday, May 29.  Everyone is invited to come and watch.  Of course you need a ticket to enter the theater hehe but we'll be giving away tickets that same night, so you may be lucky enough to score a pair for yourself and whoever is with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo... it's the happiest and gayest film of the year!  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/MANAYPO.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114856861257722951?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114856861257722951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114856861257722951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114856861257722951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114856861257722951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/05/return-of-brokeback-mountain-first.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114829047951803855</id><published>2006-05-22T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T17:34:39.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Search for the Holy Grail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was able to grab tickets to the Da Vinci Code and watched at 1.20 am Sunday morning at Greenbelt 3 Cinema 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to watching the movie, I received a few warnings from some people about how &lt;strike&gt;bad&lt;/strike&gt; disappointing it is.  I was even advised to drink several cups of coffee before watching.  I did drink several cups of coffee prior to the screening, not because I heeded the warning, but because I came from a very long meeting.  And as y'all know, long meetings are synonymous to several cups of coffee.  But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the movie is long (2 1/2 hours) and as they say in cinema-speak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"madaldal"&lt;/span&gt;, I relished every minute of it.  A friend of mine who didn't read the book also liked it, as opposed to what most people have been saying.  I heard someone say that the film is confusing... I think not.  Just like the book, it was something I just couldn't stop errr... watching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save for the ending, the movie was more or less faithful to Dan Brown's novel.  Of course there were some lines / treatments that were added for cinematic purposes but overall, it's exactly like the book.  And that's the way I like it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said before that Tom Hanks doesn't fit the role (don't get me wrong... I love Tom Hanks!  it's just that I didn't think he was right for Robert Langdon) but somehow, it worked!  Goes to show how versatile he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ooohhhh... Can I just say I loooovvvveeee Paul Bettany! =)  :::::swoon:::::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114829047951803855?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114829047951803855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114829047951803855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114829047951803855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114829047951803855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/05/search-for-holy-grail-finally-was-able.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114811852464160128</id><published>2006-05-20T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T17:48:44.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Unable to Break the Code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to watch the Da Vinci Code yesterday but was unsuccessful.  How is it possible that four cinemas in Greenbelt 3 can be full until the 1:45 am screening?  And seven cinemas in Gateway?  And four in Eastwood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gawd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemes like everyone in Metro Manila had the same idea yesterday.  Damn.  What makes it worse is the fact that last night was my only free time / chance to watch it.  Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I find time tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114811852464160128?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114811852464160128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114811852464160128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114811852464160128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114811852464160128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/05/unable-to-break-code-crappy.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114774459595169781</id><published>2006-05-16T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T09:56:35.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When It Rains, It Pours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true what they say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the heavens decide to shower you with blessings, it's like one big thunderstorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it works the other way around too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a really crappy month.  Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Search for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next April Boy Regino&lt;/strike&gt; First Philippine Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's true... Doesn't the title Philippine Idol belong to April Boy Regino?  I will not be surprised if one of these days, he'll come out on TV and cry foul because someone else is trying to take away his title.  Remember the Sheryn Regis and Mari Nallos fiasco all because of the title Crystal Voice of Asia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo---I was at Megamall yesterday for a meeting and we (Diego and I) chanced upon the auditions for Philippine Idol.  We didn't exactly stay to watch but what we saw was enough to make us leave.  I mean, c'mon!  If you knew you didn't have talent, would you even dare to come to an audition?  I wonder whether it's really all about guts for these losers.  Or maybe because they've seen how Americans do it on American Idol for a minute of fame and at the risk of major humiliation, if I may add.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gaya-gaya na naman.&lt;/span&gt;  How very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noypi&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even watch that part of AI anymore.   I find no novelty in it at all.  Heck, we've been seeing the same thing for five seasons.  Nothing new.  And now, we have Philippine Idol.  Do you honestly think there will be something new here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, yeah, let's all go watch Philippine Idol and the programs before and after it.  That will make ABC-5 number 1 thereby ending the senseless network war.  But then again, that's another story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114774459595169781?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114774459595169781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114774459595169781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114774459595169781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114774459595169781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-it-rains-it-pours-its-true-what.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114752858146242261</id><published>2006-05-13T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T21:56:21.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Load Of Crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some asshole just flooded my tag-board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, just one message is left.  And it's from someone I don't even know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a crappy &lt;strike&gt;day&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;week&lt;/strike&gt; month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114752858146242261?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114752858146242261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114752858146242261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114752858146242261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114752858146242261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/05/load-of-crap-some-asshole-just-flooded.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114751488569995734</id><published>2006-05-13T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T18:12:41.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, three special people celebrated their birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.  Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02.  Mario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-and-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03.  Dennis Trillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Sam didn't have any plans, and Mario was out-of-town, I opted to attend Dennis' birthday bash at Zirkoh in Timog.  Had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some clips from his birthday party:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="308" width="352"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yIwBAOhcRck"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yIwBAOhcRck" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="310" width="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="308" width="352"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/il4XhB2_Ixg"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/il4XhB2_Ixg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="310" width="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="308" width="352"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iWyWHxnQp6Q"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iWyWHxnQp6Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="310" width="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114751488569995734?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114751488569995734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114751488569995734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114751488569995734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114751488569995734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-yesterday-three-special.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114714510731155087</id><published>2006-05-09T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T19:34:29.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/take-down2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Since I'm naturally a nice person (as opposed to what most of you think), I opted to listen and so I took down the controversial photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114714510731155087?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114714510731155087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114714510731155087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114714510731155087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114714510731155087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/05/brokeback-mountain.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114678849681702706</id><published>2006-05-05T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T23:21:19.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It Started Over Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of coffee... just like in the song, Weng and Sam's love story started over coffee.  At Starbucks Herrera to be exact.  Hehe.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theirs is a love story that validates the infamous line "there's a reaon for everything".  Ever since college, Weng has been the &lt;strike&gt;subject&lt;/strike&gt; victim of matchmaking (mostly mine).  And everytime, she would eventually fall for the guy I've matchmade her with.  Gawd, was I good at that (and bad too for fooling around with people's feelings)!  Hehe.  Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo---there was this certain person whom I perenially teased to her (even after grad), and I strongly believe that this person led her to Sam.  See, we lost touch with this guy but one crazy night, Anna and I just figured we'd track him and so we did.  I even pretended to be someone else just to get his number (yeah, I can be a stalker sometimes).  A couple of months later, we met Sam through him.  So yeah, there's a reason for everything.  We wouldn't have met Sam if not for this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.  After being together for almost six years, Weng and Sam has finally tied the knot on April 22 at the Shrine of Jesus.    Sadly, Anna and Ricio weren't there to witness their union but hey, I know they were there in spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the bride the night before the wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04212006011.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken at Figaro at the back of Hyatt.  Hehe.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shempre pa,&lt;/span&gt; we had to have to coffee &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa din&lt;/span&gt; the night before her wedding.  Keeping with the tradition &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kumbaga&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the wedding dress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04222006.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayuz ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between watching Lost, playing Zuma and Bookworm, I ripped and burned dozens of CDs for use during the reception the next day.  At around 2 am, I decided to call it a day and tried to sleep.  Fortunately, I found it easy to sleep.  Maybe because I was tired and wasn't exactly feeling well that night.  Unfortunately for Weng, since she had a hard time sleeping.  Awwww.  Excited &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kse&lt;/span&gt;!  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning passed by like a blur.  We had breakfast, watched TV, prepared the CDs and other stuff.  Soon after, it was time to get ready.  Grazie was first to go for makeup.  Then me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen this much makeup in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04222006002.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me (obviously) and the makeup artist whose name I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04222006001.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to take a photo of the guy who made my hair, mostly because I was just too happy to see my hair straight.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04222006003.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan came at around 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04222006004.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was day coordinator and was in charge of the reception.  We hung around at the groom's room since the bride's room was full of people what with the photographer, videographer, designer's assistant and makeup people hanging around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04222006005.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little before 5pm, it was time to get dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04222006008.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back to Weng's room to take  photos of her getting ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04222006009.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04222006010.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04222006011.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04222006012.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6pm, Sam, Dong, Laura, Grazie and I went ahead to the church.  While there, I busied myself assisting the coordinator.  Wanted to take photos but figured it was better not to since the ceremony would be starting in a couple of minutes.  Besides, I had to let Mikko hold on to my phone since I didn't have a bag and it was quite of the question for me to hold on to it together with my bouquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I couldn't quite concentrate at the church because (1)Weng's nieces who were flower girls (Ira and Kiana) were beside me and I had to play babysitter and (2)I was uncomfortable with my shoes.  I was glad when we had to leave the church for the reception back at the hotel.  When we got there, I ran upstairs and changed into my trusty white Havaianas =)  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one seemed to notice that I was wearing slippers at the ballroom since my gown was really long.  But I had to use Grazie's shoes when I was called for my speech at the center of the ballroom.  I had a lot of things in my mind that I wanted to tell Weng and Sam while I was walking towards the podium.  But when I got there, I just couldn't say all of them without crying so lest I start bawling my eyes out in front of their 200 guests, I cut my speech short and just wished them the best.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04222006014.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I busied myself with taking more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04222006015.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04222006019.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04222006016.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04222006020.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04222006023.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan insisted I take his picture holding a bouquet and so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04222006024.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114678849681702706?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114678849681702706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114678849681702706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114678849681702706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114678849681702706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-started-over-coffee-speaking-of.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114678509317117442</id><published>2006-05-05T07:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T07:24:53.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Back Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when I used to blog everyday.  Heck, there were times I used to blog more than twice a day. n But I can't seem to do that now, what with everything happening all at the same time.  During periods when I find myself with nothing to do, I normally just sleep or laze around these days.  I'm sooo tired I can't seem to feel rested even if I sleep for one whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo--I'm back again and as promised, I am posting about the "wedding of the century" (hehe).  Took me a while, I know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I do that, let me just show you the finest hotel room I've stayed in here in Manila. (The best hotel for me is still in Sheraton Imperial at KL.  Felt like a princess when I stayed there.  =) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04212006.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the size of that bed!  That's in the new Hyatt hotel, where we stayed the night before Sam and Weng's wedding (and the day after).  But my favorite fixture in the room was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04212006001.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04212006002.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, folks!  There's a DVD player in the room.  And ooohhh... there wasn't just one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04212006005.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was in the living room and the other in the bedroom.  Too bad we weren't able to bring DVDs, nor had the time to actually just laze around and watch whatever on the flat screen TV.  Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the room looked like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04212006007.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04212006006.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad their broadband internet access wasn't free.  And they wouldn't waive it!!! Hmph.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buti pa sa&lt;/span&gt; Crowne Plaza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are more pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04212006008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04212006003.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04212006004.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a little while, I'll be posting pics and (per Anna's request) a blow-by-blow account of the "wedding of the century"!  Wehehehe.  In the meantime, let me just grab myself a venti latte from Starbucks.  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114678509317117442?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114678509317117442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114678509317117442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114678509317117442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114678509317117442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/05/back-again-there-was-time-when-i-used.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114614053636834193</id><published>2006-04-27T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T20:22:16.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I Am Alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"There's something wrong", she said&lt;br /&gt;Of course there is.&lt;br /&gt;"You're still alive", she said.&lt;br /&gt;Do I deserve to be?&lt;br /&gt;Is that the question&lt;br /&gt;And if so,&lt;br /&gt;If so,&lt;br /&gt;Who answers?&lt;br /&gt;Who answers?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you want to look at it) I am still alive.  I have been sick for almost a week.  Literally and figuratively, that is.  Pardon me if you can't make sense of what I'm saying.  I am once again confusing myself.  Time of the season, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo -- I am waaaaaaaaaayyyy behind in my blog posts.  Aside from the fact that I got sick and was too lazy to move or do anything, my crappy laptop has been replaced by a new one and haven't yet installed the programs that will enable me to upload my photos.  My blog post will not be the same without those photos, so I guess we all just have to wait until I have the time to actually install everything again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, my laptop now has wireless connection.  Yey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's way lighter than the previous one.  No more aching left shoulder for me.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends (Only When) In Need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got into a discussion with MXRR about people who are only your friends when they need something.  Otherwise, they won't even call or text.  Worse, even if you call or text them, they won't even bother to reply.  Nor do they have the decency to return the call granting that they really did miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we were talking about just one person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure there are others just like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for me, he's the only one I know who's like this.  I guess I'm pretty lucky all my other friends are way too decent than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno... I personally am not comfortable ignoring people's calls (especially if they're from my friends).  And when I do miss a call, I make sure to return it.  There are only three things that will stop me from replying to a call or a text:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1.  I am asleep (which is rare, since I never sleep)&lt;br /&gt;2.  I have dead batteries&lt;br /&gt;3.  There is no signal and I am not receiving any calls or text&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... to each his own, I guess.  It just ticks me sometimes when people just call you when you're needed.  It sure feels great to be needed once in a while, but it sure is much better if people remember you even when they don't need anything from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114614053636834193?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114614053636834193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114614053636834193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114614053636834193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114614053636834193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-alive-theres-something-wrong-she.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114511849171640137</id><published>2006-04-16T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T00:58:36.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Sleepless At Crowne Plaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have been awake for over 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because the place is not homey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is.  Too homey in fact that I feel as if I'm in my own room, spending my usual sleepless nights.  The only difference is, this room is not messy, it's cold, and I have internet 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, blame my sleepless nights on the internet.  Haha.  Downloading is so much fun!  Not to mention, chatting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... blame it on this too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/bookworm3.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh.  Certified Bookword addict.  That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo---I'm feeling a bit sad that I'll be checking out by tomorrow.  Back to reality for me.  Sigh.  But before I go back to the real world, let me give you a look of what I had for breakfast this morning (or should I say, yesterday morning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04152006.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04152006001.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to take more photos of the food selection but I felt kinda weird taking them.  I mean, what will people think of me?  Of course I cannot go and explain to each and every person there that the photos I'm taking are for my blog.  Oh well...  let's see if I can muster up enough courage to take 'em photos later.  See, I'm looking forward to breakfast again in a few hours.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could still fit in my gown (for Weng's wedding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Weng's wedding, finally got Anna's and Ricio's voice greeting this morning!  Yahoo!  Yeah, thanks to Yahoo Voice, I was able to capture their greetings.  Thanks to MXRR for editing it.  It wouldn't have sounded as perfect as it does, if not for you.  Haha!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabagay&lt;/span&gt;, that's what you do for a living, so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dapat lang talaga na maganda&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, in less than 12 hours, I'm outta here.  Waaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were rich and I'd live here in Crowne Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho-hum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114511849171640137?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114511849171640137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114511849171640137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114511849171640137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114511849171640137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/04/sleepless-at-crowne-plaza-yes-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114499893319601266</id><published>2006-04-14T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T00:15:31.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Life Is &lt;strike&gt;Good&lt;/strike&gt; Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For three days and two nights, I have booked myself at the Crowne Plaza Manila Galleria.  I couldn't stand the heat at home (summer is most definitely here!).  And besides, I have a free stay GC, so I might as well use it.  Also, I need to write a ton of stuff and I figured a change of atmosphere would help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my room.  I feel like a tourist on business while I'm here.  Hehe.  Look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04142006.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04142006001.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04142006002.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04142006003.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04142006004.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04142006005.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04142006006.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the mess (on the table), I feel homey already even though I have been here for only a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I could get any work done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114499893319601266?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114499893319601266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114499893319601266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114499893319601266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114499893319601266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/04/life-is-good-beautiful-for-three-days.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114499664199154180</id><published>2006-04-14T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T21:09:08.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Dennis on Drums &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was able to find a host for my videos.  Thanks Mo for introducing me to YouTube! =) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May silbi ka pala! Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt; JOKE! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="352" height="308"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vrmcM8Fvf6o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vrmcM8Fvf6o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="355" height="310"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114499664199154180?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114499664199154180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114499664199154180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114499664199154180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114499664199154180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/04/dennis-on-drums-finally-was-able-to.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114499529252299619</id><published>2006-04-14T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T14:14:52.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Masarap sa labas ng Bahay ni Kuya, pero pinaka-Astig sa loob ng Bahay ni Mang Bert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, we had another BMG reunion.  Ate Alma came home from Canada because her mother died (yeah, it's sad =&lt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo---although I missed the wake and the burial because of my schedule at work, I made it a point to go to the reunion dinner Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way to Metrowalk (where we were supposed to meet) when I called Mario and he told me that Trec and Ate Alma went to Shangri-La to fetch Jojo.  Since my office is near Shangri-La, I figured I'd have them pass by for me.  So I called Trec and true enough, they were about to turn to San Miguel Avenue, so I just asked her if she could pass through Pearl Drive instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, we found ourselves at Metrowalk and there waiting for us were Mario, Grace, Sancho (yey! Sanch was there!), Grace E, Ate Yets, Carol and Kuya Mars.  Aileen and Rey arrived soon after and we all had dinner at Bacolod Chicken.  In between bites, we all launched into a barrage of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okrayans&lt;/span&gt;, reminiscing and loads of other stuff.  At around 9pm, the oldies (hehe) went ahead and those of us who were left transferred to Starbucks for the usual coffee.  We even bumped into Louie Cano outside of Bacolod Chicken.  Kewl!  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Starbucks, we continued our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mala-teleserye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuwentuhan&lt;/span&gt;, which made us realize that our lives in BMG back then was like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teleserye&lt;/span&gt;.  There was comedy, loads of drama, even a bit of action and some other stuff that's not rated PG, if ya know what I mean.  Haha.  At one point, Trec, Ate Alma, Aileen and Rey talked about me while I was talking to Jojo , Mario and Grace, which prompted me to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Okay lang yan... &lt;/span&gt;at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;harapan nyo ko pag-usapan!"&lt;/span&gt;.  Haha.  Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed there until 2am, and yet we felt that we haven't covered all of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kwentos&lt;/span&gt; yet.  I wonder when we could get together again... maybe if some other former &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mang Bert&lt;/span&gt; baby comes home.  Maybe Nej?  I heard she's coming home from Thailand some time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my happiest moments was indeed inside &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mang Bert&lt;/span&gt;'s home.  Why Mang Bert?  Well, I don't remember who coined that term... I think it was Jojo, but I may be wrong.  Anyways, BMG stands for Bertelsmann Music Group and whenever we had promo tours back then and we'd have dinner outside, we all say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sagot ba to ni Mang Bert?"&lt;/span&gt;.  And since then, we called BMG &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mang Bert&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my post's title says, I am happier now that I'm out of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bahay Ni Kuya&lt;/span&gt;, but I sure wish I can go back inside &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bahay Ni Mang Bert&lt;/span&gt;.  That is, if the same people were still there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114499529252299619?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114499529252299619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114499529252299619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114499529252299619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114499529252299619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/04/masarap-sa-labas-ng-bahay-ni-kuya-pero.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114483032459868755</id><published>2006-04-12T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T18:59:56.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;A Little Bit of This... A Little Bit of That...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week passed by like a blur.  I barely sat on my chair here in the office what with all the promo stuff for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pamahiin&lt;/span&gt;.  I barely slept too, which explains why my eyes are puffy and even more "chinky" than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpts of my week gone by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04022006018.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis Trillo drives the crowd crazy&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04022006002.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04022006014.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis up close&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04022006021.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian and Dennis at the mall show in SM Pampanga&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04022006020.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd go wild as Dennis approaches them&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04032006001.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis plays drums (again) at Unang Hirit&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04032006002.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He obviously missed playing the drums... Awww&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note: For those who do not know, Dennis used to play drums for Moyg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04032006004.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04112006.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the story conference of White Lady, the new movie we're doing&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g285/jaymsterbeanblog/04112006001.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reluctant (reluctant &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daw o!&lt;/span&gt; haha) rock star Diego Mapa, horsing around in front of the camera after the story conference&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; --------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Heart Evangelista last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fairness to her, she remembered me and was even the first one to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; --------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely have high respect for people who get to spell my name right.  Recently, I met someone who was able to get the correct spelling of my name, without even asking me how it was spelled.  Liked him instantly!  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name gets "murdered" most of the time.  Usually, it's Jaime.  Sometimes Jaimee or Jaimie.  Other times Jaymee.  There was even one time, it was spelled Jayme.  Egad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's really something trivial, but man, it sure sucks when people don't ever get the spelling of your name right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114483032459868755?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114483032459868755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114483032459868755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114483032459868755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114483032459868755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/04/little-bit-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114389302445710944</id><published>2006-04-01T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T20:03:44.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Hard Habit(s) To Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been picking up &lt;strike&gt;bad&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;weird&lt;/strike&gt; uhm... plain (for lack of a better description) habits that are indeed hard to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is literally singing to the song "Hard Habit To Break" by Chicago.  It started around two or three Sundays ago when Kuya Arnold and I were driving along C5 from Market Market, when he decided to play his Best of Chicago CD.  Like Wayne and his ever trusty friend Garth in Wayne's World, Kuya Arnold and I sang like crazy.  Difference is, it wasn't a head-banging song.  'Twas funny coz although I am a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rakista&lt;/span&gt; at heart, I have a senti side too.  And yeah, my senti side involves listening and singing along to Chicago.  As I always say, "Toothpick in the liver".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other is pigging out.  And when I say pig-out, I mean major gluttony man!  Wahahaha.  We discovered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kse&lt;/span&gt; this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dampa&lt;/span&gt;-like place in Ortigas called Seaside.  It's at the back of Metrowalk and Ortigas Home Depot.  Actually, we've seen it a couple of times before and we swore we would try it out but never had the chance.  One day last week, we found ourselves there.  According to Kuya Arnold, it was my bad mood that brought us (Kuya Arnold, Marlone, Alexi and me) there.  I don't know if he's thankful I had a bad mood or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have never eaten as much in my life.  I swear.  Even when we used to go to Dampa, I don't think I ate as much as I did at Seaside.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grabe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are not aware what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dampa&lt;/span&gt; is, it's this place near the airport (original one) where you go to the market and buy fresh seafood, pork, meat, chicken, veggies, etc. and then you choose a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paluto&lt;/span&gt; place and have them cook whatever you bought.  You decide how you want your food cooked -- grilled, steamed, fried, however you want it.  I strongly recommend Buttered Shrimp and Buttered Crab.  Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo---we told ourselves we wouldn't go back until, say mid-year.  Pigging out is a bad thing, especially if you do it often.  So we said, we'll only go back if there's a special occasion, or maybe if one of us got a high-paying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;raket&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold!  The next day we found ourselves back there again.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time, we discovered another possible errr... threat of a habit.  I'd rather not post what it is here.  Let's just say we don't have to go to Quiapo anymore. ::wink, wink::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114389302445710944?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114389302445710944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114389302445710944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114389302445710944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114389302445710944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/04/hard-habits-to-break-lately-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114368976353489571</id><published>2006-03-30T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T11:36:03.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HBTM! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Skid Row song goes, (I)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Woke up to the sound of pouring rain&lt;/span&gt; today... oh and the ringing of my mobile phone.  I wasn't exactly wasted last night (came from the launch of Absolut Raspberri, where Kuya Arnold was MD, Nathan was PD and Raymond was director -- I have such kewl friends!  Hehe).  Anyways, as I was saying, I wasn't exactly wasted but succeeding late nights have taken its toll on me.  After the launch party &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kse&lt;/span&gt;, we (Alexi, Kuya Arnold, Marlone, Jon &amp; me) went to Eastwood to have dinner (courtesy of Kuya Arnold.  Yey!).  And so I woke up late this morning.  I guess if Anna didn't call to greet me, I probably would still be curled up on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining since I woke up.  Looking out the window, I see a gloomy sight.  However, as my officemate told me just now, when it rains on your birthday, that is a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey!  I am blessed. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114368976353489571?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114368976353489571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114368976353489571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114368976353489571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114368976353489571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/03/hbtm-as-skid-row-song-goes-i-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114355048548562163</id><published>2006-03-28T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T20:54:45.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been staring at my monitor for over half an hour thinking of something clever to write about.  Or maybe an anecdote that happened to me over the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my mind draws a blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because hardly anything ever happens to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I do is work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... meet up with friends to discuss side projects, which are somehow still considered work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I still have the occasional drinks and dinners.  But my life is not my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I am... a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But work is good.  And anything that's good is good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm Rich! I'm Rich!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err... well not really.  Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But definitely richer than I was a couple of months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah... it feels great. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Birthday Blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114355048548562163?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114355048548562163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114355048548562163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114355048548562163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114355048548562163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114268484797273888</id><published>2006-03-18T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T20:27:27.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Gasp!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just received an email from photobucket saying that I'm almost up to my bandwidth limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to start up a new account then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114268484797273888?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114268484797273888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114268484797273888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114268484797273888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114268484797273888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/03/gasp-just-received-email-from.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114268388181100025</id><published>2006-03-18T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T20:20:04.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that thing called blogger for word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What else is new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am once again here in the office even if it's Saturday.  We're having this brainstorming session and I think it's going to be a weekly thing.  There goes my social life.  On one hand, that's kewl, I guess. I’d get to save money rather than spend it all on movies, or books, or food, or coffee, or... well you get the drift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But on the other hand, it's just... sad.  I mean, I enjoy what I do now but somehow there are times I just want to stay home on weekends and laze around, or maybe go to the mall, or visit some friends.  Heck, I can't even go to the gym now.  Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There is indeed no business like show business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Say What?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Was surfing the web and doing some research when I stumbled upon an old article in the archives of Manila Bulletin.  Written by my good friend Walden Belen, the article was about the now-defunct reality talent search Born Diva.  I wouldn't have noticed the article, really if not for the final line which read:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Let a phrase from its theme song composed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jonathan Manalo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;define it for you: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"I'm born to reach my dreams. Unleash the diva in me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;For some reason, it made me laugh.  I laughed real hard that my boss even asked me what was funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm So Excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There are two movies lined up that I'm excited to start working on.  Of course I cannot divulge anything about them yet.  All I can say is that one will be directed by Quark Henares and the other will be directed by Don Cuaresma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My reasons for excitement are entirely personal.  Aside from the fact that Quark is a friend, his co-writer Diego Castillo is also my good friend (and former colleague in BMG).  Plus, their story is somewhat close to my heart -- I guess you could say I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; in that world.  Errr... I guess I should stop now lest I say more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Don Cuaresma movie I like because... it's about a world I used to know.  A world that I tried to live in.  And I think that when we start working on the film, I'd be able to see some people I haven't seen in a long time once again.  I think it goes without saying that these people are people I really like.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Aaahh... I wish I could talk about it more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In a few month's time, I guess I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114268388181100025?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114268388181100025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114268388181100025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114268388181100025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114268388181100025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/03/that-thing-called-blogger-for-word.html' title='that thing called blogger for word'/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114259489360430326</id><published>2006-03-17T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T20:53:02.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Longest Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Just as I expected, today is a much much longer day than usual.  Long not because I was bored, but because I started early and I am ending really late -- I figure my day will end by morning tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ho-hum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The only reason why I can blog now is because of this Blogger for Word thing.  I just look like I am writing some document.  Besides, I am taking a five minute break and instead of spending it in the so-called "lung center" here at the office, I opted to just blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But now that I am here, I do not know what I should talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Wahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Anyways, see ya later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114259489360430326?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114259489360430326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114259489360430326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114259489360430326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114259489360430326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/03/longest-day.html' title='The Longest Day'/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114252122535104656</id><published>2006-03-16T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T19:00:50.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing 1, 2, 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;Just installed Blogger for Word and I'm checking out if it's easy to use.  Good thing about this is I can blog anytime without anyone knowing I am blogging.  Get it?  Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;Oh well... I had a really long day today and I'm really tired.  Was sick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;pa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;yesterday.  I think I ate something bad.  Was puking all night (Gah!) and well... let’s just say not all my trips to the bathroom was for puking.  Blech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;Will see if I can blog again tomorrow, although I expect to have an even longer day what with all the promo and post prod involved now that the movie is about to get shown.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114252122535104656?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114252122535104656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114252122535104656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114252122535104656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114252122535104656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/03/testing-1-2-3.html' title='Testing 1, 2, 3'/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114224520517903150</id><published>2006-03-13T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T18:25:19.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Sunday Grabe sa Pig-out Sunday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up quite early Sunday morning for the scheduled "pig-out" day with Kuya Arnold.  What was most ironic was Kuya Arnold just came from the gym early that same morning.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, at 11.30 am, we found ourselves at Crowne Plaza Galleria Manila for the free buffet thing I had at Seven Corners.  Yum!  It was sinful, yeah, but well worth it.  The best part of it all was it was free!  Weeee!  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've eaten at Seven Corners around ten times since it opened.  And every single time, I haven't paid a thing.  And I thank the people of Crowne Plaza for that.  You guys are the best.  Finally found my third home (errr... my second home still remains to be Holiday Inn Manila Galleria Suites).  I thank my mates Sir Chris, Mario and Vic V too for the free Seven Corners dinners.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I forgot to take photos of the food selection, as I promised Infinity I'll do.  *Whack Jamie!* It must have been the fondue. Or the ice cream teppanyaki.  After having those, I almost forgot where and who I was.  Haha.  It was just sooo good!  Maybe next time when I go back there, I'll remember to take photos.  I'll make sure I take the pics before starting to eat.  Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some &lt;strike&gt;Things&lt;/strike&gt; People Never Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have known better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just NEVER, NEVER, NEVER change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust is hard to give and if someone repeatedly breaks that trust no matter how trivial an issue may be, how are you able to trust that person again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's So Not A Date Movie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Date Movie last Saturday and wasted an hour and a half of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect the film to be groundbreaking.  Nor did I expect it to be gripping -- filled with twists and turns and a plot that would challenge my brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't expect it to be so bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was gonna be hilarious, that's why I agreed to see the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was gonna be laughing my pants off and roll on the floor laughing like a loon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never more wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do, NEVER EVER watch Date Movie on a date.  It's so not a date movie.  Not at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114224520517903150?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114224520517903150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114224520517903150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114224520517903150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114224520517903150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/03/sunday-grabe-sa-pig-out-sunday-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114205631161816103</id><published>2006-03-11T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T13:51:51.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever anyone says, the best years of my life was when I was in college.  There I met real people, real friends and they're all my friends till  now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my best friends too in college -- Anna and Weng. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, our little clique grew to five with the addition of Joma and Beeg.  Some folks called us the Brady Bunch -- we were always together.  We took classes together, cut classes together, laughed and cried together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we found ourselves back to three again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward years later and "the power of three" remained strong.  Even during times that we didn't see each other nor talk to each other because we were all busy with work and our individual lives, our friendship remained.  And when we found each other again, it was like we just saw each other yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a few more years, the clique once again grew.  This time to nine.  There were Sam, Jon, James, Rogel and Ryan plus us three.  Just like before, we were always together for dinner, coffee, drinking sprees, out of town gigs, whatever.  It was fun while it lasted.  But as they say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Friendship has a way of ending.  No matter how good it is, it always has its time."&lt;/span&gt;  Not that our friendship has really ended.  But y'know, it's just different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sir Chris and Nathan came, then Ricio, then Mikko, Mona and Allen.  But everytime, it has always been three -- Anna, Weng and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Anna has left the coop.  And now, Ricio is leaving too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, there are only three... but this time it's Sam, Weng and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the time comes that Sam and Weng decide to migrate after they get married, there will only be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114205631161816103?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114205631161816103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114205631161816103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114205631161816103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114205631161816103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/03/me-whatever-anyone-says-best-years-of.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114145595695268679</id><published>2006-03-04T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T15:05:56.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;All Work and No Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is beginning to take its toll on me.  I am now what you call &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Babaeng Walang Pahinga"&lt;/span&gt;.  Haha.  Even my weekends are booked with meetings and other work-related stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm complaining.  Work is good.  And it's something I like doing anyways.  It's just that I am beginning to miss having my weekends free for gimmicks, or maybe just loafing around the house watching DVDs, playing games or sleeping.  I am beginning to miss my bed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... and it's been a long time since I went to a gig.  Bah!  Closest thing was when I visited Sandwich on the set of MYX Live the other night.  But that was work too... because I had a "meeting" with Rayms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I'm excited about this new movie we're doing.  It's a horror film and I like horror.  That's why I like Stephen King (although he has a lot of non-horror fiction too).  I like scaring myself, I guess.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound like shameless advertising but here are a couple of scenes from the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/Still05.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/Still03.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/Still09.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it guys! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's directed by Rahyan Carlos and will be out in theatres on April 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114145595695268679?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114145595695268679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114145595695268679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114145595695268679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114145595695268679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-work-and-no-play-work-is-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114120510347616415</id><published>2006-03-01T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T17:25:03.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Favorite photo of the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Masa na kung masa.&lt;/span&gt;  I don't care.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/Mascot.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooppss... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mali&lt;/span&gt;.  That's my current desk mascot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here it is... my fave photo for the moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/Dennisandme.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114120510347616415?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114120510347616415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114120510347616415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114120510347616415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114120510347616415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/03/favorite-photo-of-moment-masa-na-kung.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114110929469786017</id><published>2006-02-28T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T17:38:39.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More picture happy moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I haven't been blogging regularly doesn't mean that nothing is happening in my life.  It's the opposite actually.  A lot of things are happening all at the same time and it seems like I can't keep up.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I'm sure of, though, is I am happy right now.  Really really happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Maybe that's why I'm not up to blogging...?  I normally blog when I'm pissed off, depressed or miserable.  And now that I'm happy, I can't bring myself to write about stuff.  Bah!  Boring &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pala ko&lt;/span&gt; when I'm happy.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm posting the following pics a tad too late (again!) but what the heck?  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BMG Reunion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/BMGreunion01.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario doesn't seem to be too happy with his food.  Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/BMGreunion02.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My former BMG family =)  Save for Espie, Boss Rudy, Sir Chris and Boss Vic, all of us in the pic are not with BMG anymore.  Most of my happiest days in the music industry was when I was with them. Sigh... I miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/BMGreunion03.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trec talking to Da Jongz on the phone (who incidentally did not show up for the reunion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/BMGreunion04.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest Admin &amp; HR Manager ever!!!  Sir Chris is really the best =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/BMGreunion05.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eeet eees Mario, eeet eees"  Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/BMGreunion06.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/BMGreunion07.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/BMGreunion08.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uuuuy.&lt;/span&gt;  Camera-shy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/BMGreunion09.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pano na kaya ang &lt;/span&gt;gameplan?"&lt;br /&gt;Grace:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Korek!  Pano na nga kaya?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/BMGreunion10.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/BMGreunion11.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovebirds Aileen &amp; Rey, whose romance blossomed in BMG.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sa Baguio ba kamo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With Da Punks... err... Bliss (daw!)  Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/DaPunks01.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pogi rock rules!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naks!&lt;/span&gt;  Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/DaPunks02.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen shot &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/DaPunks03.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/DaPunks06.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/DaPunks08.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/DaPunks04.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only rose among the thorns.  Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/DaPunks09.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/DaPunks11.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/DaPunks07.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/DaPunks12.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pare, astig!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/DaPunks13.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naks, pa-cute! &lt;/span&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/DaPunks14.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen shot &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daw ulet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114110929469786017?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114110929469786017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114110929469786017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114110929469786017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114110929469786017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-picture-happy-moments-just.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-114044032027240937</id><published>2006-02-20T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T19:04:50.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Picture Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long overdue photos I promised... Forgive me for not telling the story behind the pics, but I guess the photos speak for themselves. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/bridalshower001.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Sam a.k.a. as Maya hogging my Mac and watching Shark Tale while nibbling on Nips.  Hehe &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/bridalshower002.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... Shar and I just had to disturb her&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/bridalshower003.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww... Isn't she cute?!?!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/bridalshower004.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh... I think we just pissed her off&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/bridalshower005.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auti alert! Auti alert!  Hehehe&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/bridalshower014.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Shar and Magy&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/bridalshower017.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/bridalshower018.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/bridalshower019.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaah!  Mumu!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/bridalshower020.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magy and I with the Mumu&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here... the many moods of the so-called 'bitches'.  Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/bridalshower021.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal bitchy mood&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/bridalshower022.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr... eerily happy mood&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/bridalshower023.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazeeeee!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/bridalshower030.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Marichu.  Erm... we look like Kabuki dolls here&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/bridalshower032.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabi ko na nga ba 'tong dalawang to!&lt;/span&gt; Hahahaha! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/inumanprt2015.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another inuman session&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew how I look like when I'm sad.  Now I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/inumanprt2016.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/inumanprt2017.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/inumanprt2022.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/inumanprt2023.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/inumanprt2045.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ghost of a good thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/inumanprt2028.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/inumanprt2029.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/inumanprt2030.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Shar&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/inumanprt2031.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Mo&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These succeeding photos will tell you that no, we do not like taking pictures.  Not at all... Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/inumanprt2050.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/inumanprt2051.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/inumanprt2052.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/inumanprt2054.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/inumanprt2055.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/inumanprt2056.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/inumanprt2057.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry... I just have to say this... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cute &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ako dito ah!!!&lt;/span&gt; Hahahaha&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/inumanprt2058.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and here!!! Hehe&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/inumanprt2059.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parang di kami gumalaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shar in his element...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/inumanprt2061.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/inumanprt2062.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/inumanprt2069.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/inumanprt2074.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and Mo and I being our usual crazy selves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/inumanprt2066.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/inumanprt2067.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may look sad here (because I was when it was taken) but I like this pic&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jaymsterbeanweb/inumanprt2087.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naks!  Feeling members ng band.  Haha! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-114044032027240937?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114044032027240937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=114044032027240937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114044032027240937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/114044032027240937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/02/picture-happy-long-overdue-photos-i.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-113992172430887368</id><published>2006-02-14T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:55:24.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I Got Flowers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-113992172430887368?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/113992172430887368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=113992172430887368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/113992172430887368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/113992172430887368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-got-flowers-woohoo-happy-valentines.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759736.post-113932373716405168</id><published>2006-02-07T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T22:48:57.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Under The Radar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun being under the radar for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good not having people know where you are.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To  those who  are wondering whether I'm okay (or to quote MXRR:  "We worry about you..."),  no need to worry people.  I am  okay.  Heck, I am better than okay.  Tired and exhausted most days but feeling  quite chirpy, thank you very much! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ortigas is a fun place to be.  Right Kuya Arnold? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next!  Hopefully, I can get to upload the photos I promised to post next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759736-113932373716405168?l=jaymsterbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/feeds/113932373716405168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759736&amp;postID=113932373716405168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/113932373716405168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759736/posts/default/113932373716405168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymsterbean.blogspot.com/2006/02/under-radar-its-fun-being-under-radar.html' title=''/><author><name>JaymsterBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488836835582039453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v125/jaymsterbean/pentsm.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
