<?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-7845494</id><updated>2012-01-29T19:45:02.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouTbuRstS</title><subtitle type='html'>Bits and Pieces 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?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-5378651951434594671</id><published>2011-04-16T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T00:22:12.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Injanan 101</title><summary type='text'>    Two days before your birthday.  The wait for your reply seemed like forever.  It was so unlikely of you.  Someone who never had me wait, someone who would be there in 5 minutes every time I need help in carrying my heavy bag, someone who would bring me food since i always forget eating, someone who would not get tired of wowing me with his cooking.  Then suddenly no reply.The explanation was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/5378651951434594671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=5378651951434594671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/5378651951434594671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/5378651951434594671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2011/04/injanan-101.html' title='Injanan 101'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-2834510373059496408</id><published>2011-04-14T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T00:18:34.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Weird About "Stay"</title><summary type='text'> Was listening to some radio station playing some classic music and this song got into its playlist.  Nostalgia na naman... ^^I was listening to the lyrics.  Funny these lines are off topic.  It somehow stood out from the others. :)You said you caught me cause u want me and one day you'll let me go.You try to give away a keeper, or keep me 'cause you know you're just scared to lose.And you say, "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/2834510373059496408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=2834510373059496408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/2834510373059496408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/2834510373059496408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-weird-about.html' title='What&amp;#39;s Weird About &amp;quot;Stay&amp;quot;'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-436629634834205557</id><published>2011-03-16T05:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T09:37:27.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts on the Jogging Lane</title><summary type='text'>   I wonder if I'd meet Zorro today. 9AM is not my usual run. And yeah the smell of Sunday morning! The oval is closed for vehicular traffic! ^_^***People run at different speeds. Some run fast, some run slow, even slower than those who walk. This old man run passed me, I felt the wind brush against my face as he sped off until the curve. Stocky old man, how come he runs that fast? Upon reaching </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/436629634834205557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=436629634834205557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/436629634834205557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/436629634834205557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2011/03/random-thoughts-on-jogging-lane.html' title='Random Thoughts on the Jogging Lane'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-5630912419930687897</id><published>2011-03-09T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T17:09:34.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inception Drama</title><summary type='text'> Random Thoughts From Way Back WhenGet some sleep, Sheli!*****Indifference and oblivion can be our very best allies. It doesn't mean I don't feel anything though. I feel. A lot...*****Maybe most of us have felt how it's like to have mixed emotions: happy but sad at the same time, warm but very distant, inspired yet crushed. It has always been like that for me.... if "Love's crash test dummy" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/5630912419930687897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=5630912419930687897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/5630912419930687897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/5630912419930687897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2011/03/inception-drama.html' title='Inception Drama'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-706124801986879356</id><published>2011-02-10T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T03:12:03.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mindanao Chronicles: Malabang On the Edge</title><summary type='text'>   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/706124801986879356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=706124801986879356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/706124801986879356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/706124801986879356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2011/02/mindanao-chronicles-malabang-on-edge.html' title='The Mindanao Chronicles: Malabang On the Edge'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-1649103708578084357</id><published>2011-02-05T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T01:58:31.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tara na sa Ligay's!</title><summary type='text'>I promised myself not to be late to church this Saturday.  However, the "lazy" gene got activated and before i know it, it's a quarter past 9!  And so I hurriedly went to the bathroom and got a record-breaking 15-minute shower (because i usually spend an hour inside) and dressed up for church.  Amidst all the cramming, the smell of Ate Ligay's cooking filled the air.With a towel wrapped around my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/1649103708578084357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=1649103708578084357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/1649103708578084357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/1649103708578084357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2011/02/tara-na-sa-ligay.html' title='Tara na sa Ligay&amp;#39;s!'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-464274586195914989</id><published>2010-03-04T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T10:15:28.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to Attract some Positivity!</title><summary type='text'>WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD  (George Weiss / Bob Thiele)   I see trees of green, red roses too  I see them bloom for me and you  And I think to myself, what a wonderful world   I see skies of blue and clouds of white  The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night  And I think to myself, what a wonderful world   The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky  Are also on the faces of people going by</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/464274586195914989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=464274586195914989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/464274586195914989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/464274586195914989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2010/03/trying-to-attract-some-positivity.html' title='Trying to Attract some Positivity!'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-113886538023596737</id><published>2006-02-02T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T15:29:40.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking the Text Lingo</title><summary type='text'>'Twas a fun afternoon.  It has been an hour since we started walking and loitering around the village streets consuming that chocolate bar and fish crackers we bought on that store just around the corner of my friend's house.  We finally decided its time to quench our thirsts and finally close our snack session with a good, cold drink.    After having passed through several sari-sari stores (one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/113886538023596737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=113886538023596737' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/113886538023596737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/113886538023596737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2006/02/speaking-text-lingo.html' title='Speaking the Text Lingo'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-113886493512993635</id><published>2006-02-02T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T17:43:59.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Torment</title><summary type='text'>(Dedicated to a friend who never ceases to love...)  Deep within, words kept comingReminding my soul of an undying blissLike earth rolling down a mountainIn a landslide...  Shadows of your existence flashedIt just kept appearingLike lightning streaked across the skyIn a stormy night...  I would have screamedI would have flown and escapedBut I can'tAnd I refuse toYour memory is too precious to let</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/113886493512993635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=113886493512993635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/113886493512993635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/113886493512993635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-torment.html' title='This Torment'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/th_IMG_0124000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-113886457730136259</id><published>2006-02-02T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T15:20:19.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inbox</title><summary type='text'>Luisa grabbed her phone just under her pillow.  It was still dark yet something seemed to wake her up.  Instead of seeing that usual display of the time on her phone's display window, an envelope was displayed telling her she's got a message.  "Who the hell would text me at this time?", she asked frowning as she gently pressed the read button of her phone with eyes still half open.  But her eyes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/113886457730136259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=113886457730136259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/113886457730136259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/113886457730136259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2006/02/inbox.html' title='Inbox'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-113886405742942105</id><published>2006-02-02T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T15:14:31.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Dust Till Doom</title><summary type='text'>         Got some thoughts while cleaning the window sill...  Words are carefully chosen to express love in its truest sense.  But words are the very thing that limits the real essence of what it really is.  There's only one word that captures it all...LOVE.  So will you stop blabbering?****First published in Friendster Blog January 15, 2006 9:52 AM           </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/113886405742942105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=113886405742942105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/113886405742942105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/113886405742942105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2006/02/from-dust-till-doom.html' title='From Dust Till Doom'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-113886377540322190</id><published>2006-02-02T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T15:13:04.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies and Jars</title><summary type='text'>The night was calm and no rain was tapping on the roof, only the sound of the cricket just outside the window.  It was nothing more than a night of slumber for many yet to Luisa, it was an evening full of memories she wants to put in a jar just like a preserved butterfly in the lab;  dead indeed, but its beauty, its vibrance, and all its signs of life are trapped and suspended forever.  If only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/113886377540322190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=113886377540322190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/113886377540322190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/113886377540322190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2006/02/butterflies-and-jars.html' title='Butterflies and Jars'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-110895395399414642</id><published>2005-02-21T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T14:39:57.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strips of My Hemmed Regrets</title><summary type='text'>Dear Angelo,I was really hesitant of giving this letter to you.  I was having second thoughts because of the possible repercussions that this letter might cause and how greatly it would affect me as a person.  After hours of pouring myself into these serious thoughts, I have finally mustered some courage and decided that it’s just time to let you know what my thoughts are.  I have no intention of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/110895395399414642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=110895395399414642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/110895395399414642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/110895395399414642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2005/02/strips-of-my-hemmed-regrets.html' title='Strips of My Hemmed Regrets'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-110891130154127503</id><published>2005-02-20T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T14:31:08.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dummy Returns!</title><summary type='text'>Whew! What a read...I can't believe I last visited my blog six months ago and I had quite a "hilarious" time reading my own write-ups. (Notice the adjective...its inappropriateness, if you would comment, somehow reflects my poor writing skills).  It's just that a lot of things has happened to me for that period of time, and by the way my words go in those articles...well, it clearly shows that my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/110891130154127503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=110891130154127503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/110891130154127503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/110891130154127503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2005/02/dummy-returns.html' title='The Dummy Returns!'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-109202285062383476</id><published>2004-08-09T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T14:09:04.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One Bites the Dust (Yep, it's ME)</title><summary type='text'>Just a while ago I realized that I have a lot of things to do today...I woke up late only to find out that I'm in for a very bad start.  Who wouldn't be steaming hot this early when what woke you up was literally the voice of your dear mother nagging over how stubborn and irresponsible you are.  I wouldn't blame her though because what I did was really inexcusable.My mom called me from their room</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/109202285062383476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=109202285062383476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/109202285062383476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/109202285062383476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2004/08/another-one-bites-dust-yep-its-me.html' title='Another One Bites the Dust (Yep, it&apos;s ME)'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-109167386938494696</id><published>2004-08-05T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T14:21:27.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This So-Called Bankruptcy (Orange)</title><summary type='text'>There was a time in my life when I had the chance of knowing someone who I would never have imagined to be one of the most remarkable individuals that I'll ever get to meet. He is not a rockstar, a rich kid, nor a typical genius who would seem to have the brightest and most promising future in a multinational company.... He's basically a person who deviates from the standards of what our friends </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/109167386938494696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=109167386938494696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/109167386938494696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/109167386938494696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2004/08/this-so-called-bankruptcy-orange.html' title='This So-Called Bankruptcy (Orange)'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845494.post-109154332253852613</id><published>2004-08-04T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T14:17:49.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attempts on Becoming a Freak Show Host</title><summary type='text'>I was thinking of what to write in my first blog post.  I was skimming through this popular self-help book (where the sub-heading says "inspirational stories for young adults") hoping to find some inspiration but I can't seem to find it anywhere...Maybe I have not read well enough or I just can't read between the lines.  I just find all of their stories a little...uhmmm...uninspiring.So what am I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/feeds/109154332253852613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845494&amp;postID=109154332253852613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/109154332253852613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845494/posts/default/109154332253852613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creep-tone.blogspot.com/2004/08/attempts-on-becoming-freak-show-host.html' title='Attempts on Becoming a Freak Show Host'/><author><name>lady_lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01210172899792254319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e156/mousecatz/for%20loops/pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
