<?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-7993896</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:37:09.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RADIOACTIVE MILK</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puti-puti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993896/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puti-puti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Moonlessdream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652983285758858850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993896.post-115643948623789990</id><published>2006-08-25T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T01:21:53.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE COSMOS ARE GOING BOINKERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Something weird is happening. First that Mars getting close to Earth news is a hoax, now what's this about Pluto getting demoted? geez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;article on PLUTO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060824/ap_on_sc/planet_mutiny_12"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060824/ap_on_sc/planet_mutiny_12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Well, on other things, I've been having a very difficult time with a very close family member. I acknowledge that chemical imbalance could be a viable reason for a person to act differently, if not abnormally ridiculous, than usual. I'm just worried that I won't be able to handle acting indifferent towards that said person just so I can keep my sanity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;My major urge right now is to stack up on books. I hear there's all sorts of book fair happening this month, and I hope I'll manage to attend some. Desperately in need of something good to read, because I can't seem to get enough of books. I'm also interested in buying some graphic novels, but I'm not sure if I can find some titles that I'd absolutely be satisfied in. Suggestions on any good ones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993896-115643948623789990?l=puti-puti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puti-puti.blogspot.com/feeds/115643948623789990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7993896&amp;postID=115643948623789990' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993896/posts/default/115643948623789990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993896/posts/default/115643948623789990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puti-puti.blogspot.com/2006/08/cosmos-are-going-boinkers.html' title='THE COSMOS ARE GOING BOINKERS'/><author><name>Moonlessdream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652983285758858850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993896.post-115643915619243147</id><published>2006-08-25T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T01:05:56.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mother Who Watches Over Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/520/1600/The%20Mother%20Who%20Watches%20Over%20Us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/520/320/The%20Mother%20Who%20Watches%20Over%20Us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993896-115643915619243147?l=puti-puti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puti-puti.blogspot.com/feeds/115643915619243147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7993896&amp;postID=115643915619243147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993896/posts/default/115643915619243147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993896/posts/default/115643915619243147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puti-puti.blogspot.com/2006/08/mother-who-watches-over-us.html' title='The Mother Who Watches Over Us'/><author><name>Moonlessdream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652983285758858850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993896.post-115643695428101206</id><published>2006-08-25T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T00:29:14.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARS ATTACKS!  ~or~ NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. I truly am dissappointed and I’m sure a lot of people are too. For those who have no clue of what I’m talking about, well- a couple of months ago, news circulated that Mars will actually orbit closer to Earth again. And I’m not talking about the 2003? Was it? - When ya could actually see the Mars as a tiny, but very visible red speck beside the Moon. Well, I just found out from an official report from NASA that it was all just rubbish. I was looking forward to actually seeing that event take place because well, basically- I’m just totally fascinated with astrology. Sayang. Wouldn’t that be a sight to see? I had my doubts, such as: How the heck will Mars orbit that close to Earth?! The Earth’s gravity ain’t that strong and if that happened then it may very well be the end of days. Gravity is a very scary thing. Though it may be a spectacular sight to witness, I’d be a little worried if I see Mars that close to Earth. I’m posting the hoax article for those who want to read it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Red Planet is about to be spectacular! This month and next, Earth is catching up with Mars in an encounter that will culminate in the closest approach between the two planets in recorded history. The next time Mars may come this close is in 2287. Due to the way Jupiter's gravity tugs on Mars and perturbs its orbit, astronomers can only be certain that Mars has not come this close to Earth in the Last 5,000 years, but it may be as long as 60,000 years before it happens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The encounter will culminate on August 27th when Mars comes to within 34,649,589 miles of Earth and will be (next to the moon) the brightest object in the night sky. It will attain a magnitude of -2.9 and will appear 25.11 arc seconds wide. At a modest 75-power magnification Mars will look as large as the full moon to the naked eye. Mars will be easy to spot. At the beginning of August it will rise in the east at 10 p.m. and reach its azimuth at about 3 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of August when the two planets are closest, Mars will rise at nightfall and reach its highest point in the sky at 12:30 a.m. That's pretty convenient to see something that no human being has seen in recorded history. So, mark your calendar at the beginning of August to see Mars grow progressively brighter and brighter throughout the month. Share this with your children and grandchildren. NO ONE ALIVE TODAY WILL EVER SEE THIS AGAIN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;artcle source  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/science/mars.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.snopes.com/science/mars.asp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And for those who want to view NASA's reply to that piece of crap :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://science.nasa.gov/headlines/y2005/07jul_marshoax.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;http://science.nasa.gov/headlines/y2005/07jul_marshoax.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993896-115643695428101206?l=puti-puti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puti-puti.blogspot.com/feeds/115643695428101206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7993896&amp;postID=115643695428101206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993896/posts/default/115643695428101206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993896/posts/default/115643695428101206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puti-puti.blogspot.com/2006/08/mars-attacks-or-not.html' title='MARS ATTACKS!  ~or~ NOT!'/><author><name>Moonlessdream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652983285758858850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993896.post-115614421400247291</id><published>2006-08-21T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T15:12:27.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who Should Paint You: Gustav Klimt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/gustav-klimt.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensual and gorgeous, you would inspire an enchanting portrait..&lt;br /&gt;With just enough classic appeal to be hung in any museum!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/"&gt;What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993896-115614421400247291?l=puti-puti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puti-puti.blogspot.com/feeds/115614421400247291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7993896&amp;postID=115614421400247291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993896/posts/default/115614421400247291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993896/posts/default/115614421400247291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puti-puti.blogspot.com/2006/08/who-should-paint-you-gustav-klimt.html' title=''/><author><name>Moonlessdream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652983285758858850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993896.post-115593083737494211</id><published>2006-08-19T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T03:53:57.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE THIRD KIND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/520/1600/Chocolate_Bunnies_by_Nocturnal_Devil.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/520/320/Chocolate_Bunnies_by_Nocturnal_Devil.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IMAGE CREDITED TO:  &lt;a href="http://www.nocturnal-devil.deviantart.com"&gt;www.nocturnal-devil.deviantart.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;BFAD RAID ~ OR~ When SH*t Hits the Fan…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;If ya love the news and watch it devotedly, well- sabihin nyo nalang if ya caught a glimpse of me on television.  You’re not mistaken.  Yes, it was me on TV.  O well, never really thought that my first TV debut would be an expose´.  Buti nalang my bit was only two seconds.  In FAIRNESS “kuno” to the media; they kept some things to themselves to our favour.  That incident happened about 4 weeks ago.  I thought I got a little bit lucky cause I wasn’t present at the store during the first encounter.  Well…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NBI Raid ~ or ~ …it Gets You In the Face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It turns out that theres a second encounter to that first daunting experience.  Coincidentally, I was at home getting ready for the friends’ get together.  My dad called me just as I was about to leave the house, lo and behold:  this time it’s the NBI.  I didn’t ask too much of the details, because it really depressing already after the first raid.  Truth is, I didn’t want to hear about more problems.  Hay.  My poor family.  I felt a little bit guilty for not being there at that time.  At some point I managed to console myself a little.  After all, I was needed to take care of some matters after the whole police thingy.  Went to the store and stayed there and just kept my eye on pappi, lest he gets too stressed out.  Sayang.  No time to blame those @ssholes for making me miss out on a very special date with my girlfriends.  Although I did have some dark thoughts about butchering them with dark, rusty knives for all that mental and verbal abuse they inflicted on my family. Hehe.  See them struggle a bit.  Well… just thoughts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to be positive girls-!  Sorry for missing out on those dates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993896-115593083737494211?l=puti-puti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puti-puti.blogspot.com/feeds/115593083737494211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7993896&amp;postID=115593083737494211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993896/posts/default/115593083737494211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993896/posts/default/115593083737494211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puti-puti.blogspot.com/2006/08/close-encounters-of-third-kind_19.html' title='CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE THIRD KIND'/><author><name>Moonlessdream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652983285758858850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993896.post-113257750609297158</id><published>2005-11-21T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T21:19:15.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cemetery</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/520/1600/23_08_2003_16_01_17_DSC02804_e2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="272" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/520/320/23_08_2003_16_01_17_DSC02804_e2.0.jpg" width="357" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993896-113257750609297158?l=puti-puti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puti-puti.blogspot.com/feeds/113257750609297158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7993896&amp;postID=113257750609297158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993896/posts/default/113257750609297158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993896/posts/default/113257750609297158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puti-puti.blogspot.com/2005/11/cemetery.html' title='Cemetery'/><author><name>Moonlessdream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652983285758858850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993896.post-113250680380040684</id><published>2005-11-21T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T01:54:33.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sad Inner Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Child Is Sad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/sad.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a very sensitive soul.You haven't grown that thick skin that most adults have.Easily hurt, you tend to retreat to your comfort zone.You don't let many people in - unless you've trusted them for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How'&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993896-113250680380040684?l=puti-puti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puti-puti.blogspot.com/feeds/113250680380040684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7993896&amp;postID=113250680380040684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993896/posts/default/113250680380040684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993896/posts/default/113250680380040684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puti-puti.blogspot.com/2005/11/sad-inner-child.html' title='The Sad Inner Child'/><author><name>Moonlessdream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652983285758858850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993896.post-113250275499161930</id><published>2005-11-21T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T00:31:07.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Hand Over the Chocolate and Nobody Gets Hurt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/520/1600/prestige.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="207" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/520/400/prestige.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have totally given up chocolate---for at least a month now anyways. Everyone loves chocolate. Girls love chocolate. I know of very few people who do not like chocolate; hmm…let me think…my dad doesn’t like it. Well, he is a guy anyway and that’s why I find it somehow cute when a guy likes chocolate. There’s something about it that just makes you want to say &lt;em&gt;“awwww……”&lt;/em&gt; I have tried in vain to deny chocolate. Chocolate, oh, chocolate; it is the epitome of transient happiness. Ah yes, the first sweet bite melts in your mouth; and &lt;strong&gt;DROPS A LOADDA CALORIES AND INCHES TO YOUR TUMMY! &lt;/strong&gt;Wehe. There’s just too much chocolate on this paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I remember the Hershey’s chocolate commercials on television. I loved them, because I believe them to be true. &lt;em&gt;“You break them up into little pieces so as to trick your mind into thinking that there’s actually more,”&lt;/em&gt; aww… a constant denial. Prolonging the inevitable that no matter how many itsy bitsy pieces there are, the happiness will soon end down to your waistline. &lt;em&gt;“It’s like getting a big hug from someone you haven’t seen in a long time.”&lt;/em&gt; Yes. Soon, you will be the one giving a big hug to someone—coz you’ve become BIG. &lt;em&gt;“Girls are nuts when it comes to chocolate, it’s a great way to meet girls.”&lt;/em&gt; Our poor little souls, we don’t know any better. We have somehow been biologically programmed to respond positively to chocolate and to chocolate givers. No wonder guys use this tactic. Even as I am sitting here in front of my blasted, but well loved- computer, I feel happy and all aglow with the mere mention of chocolate. Wehe. My muse has struck again. It’s like being pregnant. You feel “appii” you’re having a baby (a.k.a. chocolate) and “sawd” because suddenly it’s become apparent that you’ve been eating too much of those Hershey’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, however fleeting the happiness that chocolate gives us, we can’t just seem to get over it forever. Once in awhile, when you’ve finally come to your senses and swore off chocolate like any sane woman who wants to keep her waistline—you’ll eventually come back to it. It’s that “something” that just keeps us going back for more. Right now, as I wrestle with the marketing papers I’m supposed to be doing, which I haven’t; I’m holding in my hand a perfectly wrapped Hershey bar. Funny how suddenly, looking at the name, the font, the color of the packaging gives me utter comfort. I don’t even mind the *shitty* blackout that happened twice just a few moments ago. No, what I mind just how perfectly shaped each tiny bar is. Wait—I’ve just realized… I’ve opened it. Wehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#98fb98;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 50% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cafbca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal enough to know that you're weird...&lt;br /&gt;But too damn weird to do anything about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993896-113250275499161930?l=puti-puti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puti-puti.blogspot.com/feeds/113250275499161930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7993896&amp;postID=113250275499161930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993896/posts/default/113250275499161930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7993896/posts/default/113250275499161930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puti-puti.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-hand-over-chocolate-and-nobody.html' title='Just Hand Over the Chocolate and Nobody Gets Hurt.'/><author><name>Moonlessdream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652983285758858850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
