<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494</id><updated>2009-10-17T07:50:02.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouTbuRstS</title><subtitle type='html'>A Little Piece of Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-6498680179601583447</id><published>2009-09-09T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:57:30.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hikes and that Sort of Thing</title><summary type='text'>My first official hike was, believe it or not, with my parents. It was not actually planned at all. I was about 7 years old when we went to this small church in the mountains for a monthly gathering of the member churches in the association. (You see, the churches then were so small that people in these churches create a group they call an association and once a month, one of the churches hosts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/6498680179601583447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=6498680179601583447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/6498680179601583447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/6498680179601583447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2009/09/hikes-and-that-sort-of-thing.html' title='Hikes and that Sort of Thing'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00667116906124771949'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-8809578270206888103</id><published>2009-03-31T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:46:41.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comsci Pick Up Lines (Understood better if you know java, hehe)</title><summary type='text'>Reposted from a friend.."You are a field in my class. You will always be protected.""Are you an exception? Let me catch you.""You are my increment operator. You make my value increase.""I think you're my compiler. My life wouldn't start without you.""You are my initializer: without you, my life would point to nothing (null).""I am a BufferedReader. You input meaning into my life.""You are my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/8809578270206888103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=8809578270206888103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/8809578270206888103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/8809578270206888103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2009/03/comsci-pick-up-lines-understood-better.html' title='Comsci Pick Up Lines (Understood better if you know java, hehe)'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00667116906124771949'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-6759315535297880957</id><published>2009-03-03T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:09:10.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh jared!</title><summary type='text'> A couple of weeks ago, labmates Jap and Ada started to conduct a series of trial runs of their thesis project at UP Integrated School.  They have this educational game called KineSpell, a SunSPOT application software, which they developed for their undergrad thesis.  Having been a regular fan of this game (I can hear the theme song play in my head quite clearly) and still havent gone to IS, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/6759315535297880957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=6759315535297880957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/6759315535297880957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/6759315535297880957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-jared.html' title='oh jared!'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00667116906124771949'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-943665218072133861</id><published>2008-12-10T08:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:43:52.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>probabilistic thinking and carpe diem</title><summary type='text'>as far as i can remember, there has never been a time in my life that i was so sure of something, even until now that i am 24 and supposed to be on my way to charting my career path, my personal goals, and basically my future and my life. guess what, i am still here in the academe, still a perennial "tambay" of the lab, still at the bottom of the so-called "career food-chain": a lowly and broke </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/943665218072133861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=943665218072133861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/943665218072133861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/943665218072133861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2008/12/probabilistic-thinking-and-carpe-diem.html' title='probabilistic thinking and carpe diem'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00667116906124771949'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-969177755739622904</id><published>2008-10-30T07:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:24:29.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guarding Her Heart by Alex</title><summary type='text'>Note: Lala, my ever beloved and reliable sis who happens to be the most "timely" person I ever knew (her messages, her PMs, her texts always comes at the right time when I badly need them, except those spur of the moment movie invites, hehehe), forwarded me this email with an article in it.  I was really moved by the story which somehow expresses my point of view (as with the girl in the story).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/969177755739622904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=969177755739622904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/969177755739622904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/969177755739622904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2008/10/guarding-her-heart-by-alex.html' title='Guarding Her Heart by Alex'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00667116906124771949'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-4425580239144021532</id><published>2008-09-11T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:00:34.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UP Professors' Quotable Quotes</title><summary type='text'>( Note: Received this email...sa mga nakakarelate at nakaexperience, hehehehehe let's celebrate the academic freedom of the profs, kala nyo tayo lang meron? hehehe.....feel free to add your favorite quotable quote from a prof, may it be serious or funny. cyempre, include nyo rin ang name...)UP Professors' Quotable Quotes"The aim of policy making is to invoke action! Because action speakslouder </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/4425580239144021532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=4425580239144021532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/4425580239144021532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/4425580239144021532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2008/09/up-professors-quotable-quotes.html' title='UP Professors&amp;#39; Quotable Quotes'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00667116906124771949'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-6429457449190257198</id><published>2008-09-10T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:54:18.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adieu to my old home.....</title><summary type='text'>                       While on my way back to the web science lab at the Engg Lib 2 Bldg, an old housemate sent me an SMS telling me he dropped by our old place today.  It has been a month now since I visited that place I once called home here in the campus and Jeff's text message seemed to be the perfect timing for my next visit.  He told me he's at Manang Cresing's house where he left his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/6429457449190257198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=6429457449190257198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/6429457449190257198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/6429457449190257198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2008/09/adieu-to-my-old-home.html' title='adieu to my old home.....'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00667116906124771949'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-1978971805147221184</id><published>2008-09-05T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:37:17.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>those Bach Classics and Neruda's lines made me do this...</title><summary type='text'>I was thinking......maybe this just means I should let go....maybe its just me, I'm always too afraid....maybe I'm just too simple and too typical...not even at par with all those you fancy and those who fancy you....maybe I'm just too complicated and too thoughtful....I wish I could just tell you how I feel and nothing will ever change....I wish I could just speak to you of my sweet mumblings </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/1978971805147221184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=1978971805147221184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/1978971805147221184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/1978971805147221184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2008/09/those-bach-classics-and-neruda-lines.html' title='those Bach Classics and Neruda&amp;#39;s lines made me do this...'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00667116906124771949'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-47853709403592011</id><published>2008-09-01T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:07:46.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cant help but cry...</title><summary type='text'>a few moments ago, a friend from davao posted something on my friendster profile that really made me cry...geez, felt so homesick...(translated) "went to jollibee with yvone last saturday. there's the empty seat..missing you."saturdays are usually my time with church friends (the kababatas).  we usually eat lunch together at yvone's place or maybe go to jollibee or chowking and chit chat over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/47853709403592011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=47853709403592011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/47853709403592011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/47853709403592011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2008/09/cant-help-but-cry.html' title='cant help but cry...'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00667116906124771949'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-4520274464180335055</id><published>2008-07-31T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:02:11.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im IT!</title><summary type='text'>Haha I really am sorry la. Didnt quite get the guestbook message you placed at my homepage.  So this is what I'm supposed to do.  I am to give 10 stuff about me....For some reference, I decided to post your answer here too and added mine in italics..I realized we share some common stuff la hahahahah......:D1.  I have a collection of receipts.  Any receipt that would link me to a memory (e.g.  a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/4520274464180335055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=4520274464180335055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/4520274464180335055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/4520274464180335055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-it.html' title='im IT!'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00667116906124771949'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-3130216129293667495</id><published>2008-07-17T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:40:59.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Number 8</title><summary type='text'>Got this from megsy.  I say this is how multiply answers the "survey" phenomenon of friendster. * in the 8 facts, you share 8 things that your readers don’t know about you. at the end, you tag as much other bloggers to keep the fun going. each blogger must post these rules first.* each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.1. I used to eat rice with FRESH eggs and a pinch</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/3130216129293667495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=3130216129293667495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/3130216129293667495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/3130216129293667495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2008/07/lucky-number-8.html' title='Lucky Number 8'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00667116906124771949'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-8489182567904818527</id><published>2008-07-14T06:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T10:33:59.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ring 4</title><summary type='text'>  LinkWho said that you can't be a star in a horror movie? Click on the link above and see how you can have loads of fun without shedding a single buck or getting drunk...Just some loads of imagination, creativity and of course, a bag of sense of humor...You'll never know how much fun you can have.PS. Kakapagod na magsave ng pictures.  Chaka naunahan na ako ni anne eh so xa na pinagpost ko..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/8489182567904818527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=8489182567904818527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/8489182567904818527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/8489182567904818527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2008/07/ring-4.html' title='The Ring 4'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00667116906124771949'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-1921515861657691884</id><published>2008-07-07T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:16:54.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Manholes and Bruised Knees</title><summary type='text'>I just got off the Ikot jeep at the park last Thursday evening and was to start my march towards our crib (by the way its about a 100 meters or maybe more) when I heard my phone sound.  After not having received any text message from anyone for one whole day, I was quite excited to open my phone and see who has disrupted my oh-so-boring text life.  A smile crossed my face when I saw my roommie's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/1921515861657691884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=1921515861657691884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/1921515861657691884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/1921515861657691884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2008/07/of-manholes-and-bruised-knees.html' title='Of Manholes and Bruised Knees'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00667116906124771949'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-9153955392669024532</id><published>2007-10-04T18:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T18:26:34.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rate your parents: a tribute to our ever reliable gene-donors...</title><summary type='text'>(Disclaimer: This article is not intended as a blog post.  It was more of a "sharing" post intended for some people at another venue other than this blog which explains the bilingual unedited form...hehe, this post might be on a limited time, i might get reprimanded for disclosing this here because of its "too" personal nature, bwahahahahaha..)as for people marrying at a very early age (my mom </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/9153955392669024532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=9153955392669024532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/9153955392669024532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/9153955392669024532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2007/10/rate-your-parents-tribute-to-our-ever.html' title='rate your parents: a tribute to our ever reliable gene-donors...'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00667116906124771949'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WaXcZeVdk40/RwS_vcvxjNI/AAAAAAAAABM/-JqnUxAiUgE/s72-c/2sme22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-1838624598271388859</id><published>2007-10-04T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T18:24:18.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers: From Metal Busters to Blockbuster</title><summary type='text'>When the trailer of the recent blockbuster movie Transformers was released a few months back, I was a bit intrigued as to how Hollywood would turn giant robots into a live-action movie, and make a hit out of it. The big screen adaptation of the sci-fi cartoon series proved to be much more than I expected, even far beyond most people have thought it would as it reached the top spot in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/1838624598271388859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=1838624598271388859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/1838624598271388859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/1838624598271388859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2007/10/transformers-from-metal-busters-to.html' title='Transformers: From Metal Busters to Blockbuster'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00667116906124771949'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WaXcZeVdk40/RwS_Q8vxjLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dF0SRtA9PmM/s72-c/2771746780.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-2730611096241525876</id><published>2007-03-01T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T09:19:28.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts on a Thursday Morning</title><summary type='text'>The only reason why I am staying in this place is the fact that my work is here and it is where I am stationed for 12 months.  Other than that, there is nothing else that is holding my presence in this not-really-my-idea-of-metropolitan-living city.  It sure is livable with all its perks (every place has its own advantage) but I just can’t get my piece of happiness in every single day that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/2730611096241525876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=2730611096241525876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/2730611096241525876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/2730611096241525876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2007/03/random-thoughts-on-thursday-morning.html' title='Random Thoughts on a Thursday Morning'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00667116906124771949'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WaXcZeVdk40/Red4i955GPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wcgL4EskyYU/s72-c/Image%281325%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-4008090273393462224</id><published>2007-02-19T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T17:10:13.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what is it about me they say again?</title><summary type='text'>         It's funny how personality tests and horoscopes flood the internet these days.  There's the coffee test (what type of coffee your personality fits in which I posted in my previous post in my friendster blog), the cake test, the animal test, and now here's the brain color test...Though I never intend to be typecasted by the personality predicted by these programmed tests, I can't help but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/4008090273393462224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=4008090273393462224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/4008090273393462224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/4008090273393462224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-what-is-it-about-me-they-say-again.html' title='So what is it about me they say again?'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00667116906124771949'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-8849321240320589679</id><published>2007-01-17T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T16:20:43.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my First 2007 Post! Cheers!</title><summary type='text'>Whew! New year again! January usually creeps me out because of the realization that all of us will get older again, just like every year.  Nope, I'm not this bitter "age-denying" gal who would do whatever it takes for the number not to show up in my face.  I just am so overwhelmed of how fast time flies...Oh no,  "shoot" is the better term..The new post is for the new year and as the OCiness-DNA </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/8849321240320589679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=8849321240320589679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/8849321240320589679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/8849321240320589679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-my-first-2007-post-cheers.html' title='To my First 2007 Post! Cheers!'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00667116906124771949'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-115803577832137686</id><published>2006-09-12T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T12:36:40.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck, Luck, Luck...and Wishful Thinking</title><summary type='text'>          Walking home from church one Wednesday evening, a drop of water streamed across my face. Instinctively, I looked up as if trying to confirm a rainstorm on its way to water my already-drenched neighborhood after weeks of long torrential rains in the evenings. Indeed I wasn’t mistaken because just as I reached our doorstep, water poured from the sky like a dam in heaven has just broken </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/115803577832137686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=115803577832137686' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/115803577832137686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/115803577832137686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2006/09/luck-luck-luckand-wishful-thinking.html' title='Luck, Luck, Luck...and Wishful Thinking'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00667116906124771949'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-115798140000605675</id><published>2006-09-11T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:30:00.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting the Indie Fever</title><summary type='text'>I am not really sure how indie films go but as far as movies are concerned, it is also best characterized by two words-UNDER BUDGET.  Forget about Spiderman jumping on top of one building to another, or Jack and Rose screaming while holding on to dear life in a boat that is about to be split into two, or even Neo trying to stop the bullets in thin air from guns firing around with amazing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/115798140000605675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=115798140000605675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/115798140000605675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/115798140000605675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2006/09/getting-indie-fever.html' title='Getting the Indie Fever'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00667116906124771949'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-114157965920615264</id><published>2006-03-06T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T01:38:23.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pope, Titanic and Me</title><summary type='text'>Watching Eternal Sunshine Of the Spotless Mind with Jim Carrey and Kate Winslet (yeah, the Titanic star) as casts for the nth time made me rekindle my past affinity with Alexander Pope. I first had a taste of his writing when I was in highschool. There was this project called poetry analysis in an English class where we had to write a term paper-like presentation of three poems of our choice. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/114157965920615264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=114157965920615264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/114157965920615264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/114157965920615264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2006/03/pope-titanic-and-me.html' title='The Pope, Titanic and Me'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00667116906124771949'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-114060062521012558</id><published>2006-02-22T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T01:42:01.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messages For Everyone</title><summary type='text'>to someone i thought i'd like to get close to but decided i wont: just because im being friendly means i am a s*ck-a**. it was a reciprocative gesture, not an aggressive act. wish you think before you speak. never expect id be as warm to you as before.to the person who gave me a reason to look forward to going to that party:i know i would never have the chance to be friends with you but just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/114060062521012558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=114060062521012558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/114060062521012558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/114060062521012558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2006/02/messages-for-everyone.html' title='Messages For Everyone'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00667116906124771949'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-113928122743513975</id><published>2006-02-07T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T11:00:32.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeny Weeny Bits and Pieces of Realizations</title><summary type='text'>In the middle of work, I saw this post that really stuck me.  I really think that it always boils down to who's the authority and who's not.  People in power really could make themselves look smart and dignified eventhough they are the worst dumbasses that human race could produce...at least Neil Geiman does think so."It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/113928122743513975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=113928122743513975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/113928122743513975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/113928122743513975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2006/02/teeny-weeny-bits-and-pieces-of.html' title='Teeny Weeny Bits and Pieces of Realizations'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00667116906124771949'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-113923951421967862</id><published>2006-02-06T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T23:42:56.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my First Post in Filipino</title><summary type='text'>My operation clean-up turned out to be a funny reading exprience after all.  Saw this old notebook and found some scribbles in some pages that are actually words that can logically be assumed as poems.  I can't believe I wrote poems then. But anyway, here's one piece I wrote which I really don't like.  Well, its not much of a poem...I really don't know how'd I call it. Anyway, here it is.Nakaraan</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/113923951421967862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=113923951421967862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/113923951421967862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/113923951421967862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-my-first-post-in-filipino.html' title='To my First Post in Filipino'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00667116906124771949'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-113887037149075900</id><published>2006-02-02T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T00:22:53.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Maladies and Shallow Humor</title><summary type='text'>Well we did have fun at the beach that day. But if you won't believe me, here is the proof of how shallow we could get when we get together!Haha, fun isn't it?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/113887037149075900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=113887037149075900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/113887037149075900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/113887037149075900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2006/02/music-maladies-and-shallow-humor.html' title='Music Maladies and Shallow Humor'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00667116906124771949'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>