<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-803407770423900772</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2008 03:54:06 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Coatable Coats - writing can never be this sweet, just like coated candies.</title><description>Just about everything under the sun. Anything that interests me and anything that would in one way or another interests you. *wink</description><link>http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (-mimay-)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>263</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-803407770423900772.post-5829458171522278555</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2008 03:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-03T11:54:06.380+08:00</atom:updated><title>Farewell</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Dear All,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is with much sadness that we announce the passing of our dear friend, Irma Mimi Capendit — the owner of this blog, last October 21, 2008.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the age of 24, Irma was way too young. She started this blog over a year ago because of her love of writing. She was a writer by heart and soul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were no words to describe the feeling as we bid adieu to her in Tabango, Leyte last 26th of October. It was as if we've lost a family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Irma, you will always be in our heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.irmamimi.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/100-1828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/uploaded_images/100-1828-708986.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/2008/11/farewell.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mimay-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-803407770423900772.post-5947975182298729414</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 12:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-24T21:42:00.462+08:00</atom:updated><title>Positively Negative</title><description>I am supposed to write everything about my negative side here. In fact, I think I've reached a good paragraph already but I changed my mind. Why should I let one person's comment affect me. A person who doesn't even know me. You see, writing has been a hobby of mine. I love writing even though it is not that close to what I took in college. Anybody can write. If you are good at it then so be it, you don't have to look down at other writers and call them mediocre because you've been in this business for long. You don't have to rub it in! (yes, exclamation point, I'm shouting my heart out) We all know that there is always room for improvement. Writing is my bestfriend and I will not turn my back from it unless it is the other way around, but I doubt it.</description><link>http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/2008/09/positively-negative.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mimay-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-803407770423900772.post-71151546111244128</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-16T16:00:00.597+08:00</atom:updated><title>Facebook Bloopers</title><description>I checked my inbox today and look what I've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/uploaded_images/facebook-737855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/uploaded_images/facebook-737851.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, You think  I should change my name to LOL? &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://blogimage.roodo.com/onion_club/70bff581.gif" alt=":ahaha:" title=":ahaha:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh you have to click on the pic to see it clearly. Blogger said that it's impolite to post big pictures. hihi)</description><link>http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/2008/09/facebook-bloopers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mimay-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-803407770423900772.post-7644969939463302455</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 01:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-16T09:59:21.343+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>mothers</category><title>I Got It From My Mama</title><description>I received a text msg from my Mamà yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mamà: I'm coming over this end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Good, don't forget to bring my faves.&lt;br /&gt;Mamà: Don't forget to save me some money.&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Maaaa, I thought we've talked about this already. You know I'm broke every end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;Mamà: A lil amount would suffice. "Di jud ka ka afford? bsan pliti" (can't you at least spare me some for the fare?")&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Oh, okay! I thought you wanted to go shopping. hihihi Of course I can afford that. I can even bring you to the poshest restaurant in the city. Modawat mn kaha ka credit card? (Do you accept credit cards?)&lt;br /&gt;Mamà: hahahaha. Funny. You made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Huh?&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://blogimage.roodo.com/onion_club/efb50fe2.gif" alt=":ha?:" title=":ha?:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeeezzz, She does have a wicked sense of humor don't you think? I didnt get it, really. What's so funny with credit cards? &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://sidekick.mysinablog.com/resserver.php?resource=187097-%E5%B4%A9%E6%BD%B0.gif" alt=":ayokona:" title=":ayokona:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! I think I'm adopted. nyahahahaha. And oh, the credit card? I havent activated it yet because I am sooo effing afraid to splurge on things unnecessary. Crazy! crazy me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://sidekick.mysinablog.com/resserver.php?resource=193302-knife.gif" alt=":eheh:" title=":eheh:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;</description><link>http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/2008/09/i-got-it-from-my-mama.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mimay-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-803407770423900772.post-4268300231669725084</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Sep 2008 05:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-13T13:32:12.304+08:00</atom:updated><title>It's a Shoe Thing!</title><description>I am a shoe addict. I admit that. Then again, who isn't? Sometimes, my spending on shoes goes out of proportion. This jeopardizes my budget for the month. I bought a pair of wedges a week ago and just last night I bought a pair of gladiator sandals. Geez, when will I learn? However, I saw a pair of gorgeous &lt;a href="http://www.marissacollections.com/marissa/"&gt;Manolo Blahnik&lt;/a&gt; while browsing and I think it's a blessing in disguise. The price is mighty high, thus I'll be forced to save for it. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://sidekick.mysinablog.com/resserver.php?resource=193309-wong.gif" alt=":puppyeyes:" title=":puppyeyes:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;</description><link>http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/2008/09/its-shoe-thing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mimay-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-803407770423900772.post-8086557576429461521</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 15:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-13T13:33:50.152+08:00</atom:updated><title>True!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/uploaded_images/633561002805744356-paperworkyoullneverbeabletoavoiditevenifyourereincarnatedasalolcat-755111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/uploaded_images/633561002805744356-paperworkyoullneverbeabletoavoiditevenifyourereincarnatedasalolcat-755105.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/2008/09/true.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mimay-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-803407770423900772.post-5534598722799957862</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2008 04:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-11T14:05:50.847+08:00</atom:updated><title>A Note for All Carpenters</title><description>Carpenters nowadays are far more different from  carpenters eons ago. They now have powerful tools and equipment. Some have even embraced technology and has used it as a tool in their craft. Now, if you are a carpenter and with all these equipment don't you sometimes wish you can store all of them in one safe compartment. I am sure that traveling with your tools is quite challenging. Some companies &lt;a href="http://www.carpenterbus.com"&gt;buy a bus&lt;/a&gt; for their carpenters. Now that's a relief right? Just keep an eye on what is yours though.</description><link>http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/2008/09/note-for-all-carpenters.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mimay-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-803407770423900772.post-8534919426543903074</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2008 04:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-11T12:22:53.057+08:00</atom:updated><title>People Change</title><description>I saw his pictures yesterday. (Yes, I'm a stalker) He's changed and I mean a lot. He looked older than his age and so worn out. I wonder if he's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saying.</description><link>http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/2008/09/people-change.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mimay-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-803407770423900772.post-7293565857806892777</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Sep 2008 12:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-10T20:48:47.830+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>gays</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>films</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>movies</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>thank you girls</category><title>The "Thank You" Girls</title><description>Saw the story while bloghopping and my God was I beaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://sidekick.mysinablog.com/resserver.php?resource=187078-%E6%B0%B4%E8%8D%89%E8%88%9E.gif" alt=":woooh:" title=":woooh:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm gay trapped in a woman's body. hahahah. Really now, I can totally relate to the story. All my friends back at home are gays and I used to accompany them to places I didn't even know existed just to join a pageant. For them, its not winning that counts, I think joining one makes them feel complete. O dba? hehehe. Anyway, I think this will be a wonderful film and will be worth watching. I hope it will win some awards too.  Here's the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SwyQ6Bjdfgw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SwyQ6Bjdfgw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.thethankyougirls.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more about it.</description><link>http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/2008/09/thank-you-girls.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mimay-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-803407770423900772.post-8744788598502916398</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Sep 2008 23:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-09T07:56:01.040+08:00</atom:updated><title>What Spotless Mind?</title><description>I bumped into a friend yesterday and we stopped to catch up with things goin' on with our lives. After a few minutes she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh by the way, I read your blog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"really? gee thnx. I can use the traffic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so, are you alright?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've read about that problem with the love department thing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh that! Yeah! I'm cool. What'd you expect?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I thought you'll be sulking and red-eyed or whatever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aactually, the placard saying "I'm a loser" is not done yet. I'm suppose to be wearing it wherever I go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm kidding!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"of course you are, are you sure you're okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be fine! :)) They say life's cyclical in motion, I guess I'll just have to roll with it. I have to go now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, people can be really shallow sometimes. I know I've been hurt and still am hurting but that doesn't mean I want the whole world to know. Oh wait, I just did. The world reads this blog. sheesh &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://sidekick.mysinablog.com/resserver.php?resource=187097-%E5%B4%A9%E6%BD%B0.gif" alt=":ayokona:" title=":ayokona:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;</description><link>http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/2008/09/what-spotless-mind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mimay-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-803407770423900772.post-2611384801428039712</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 23:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-08T07:52:45.745+08:00</atom:updated><title>Last Song Syndrome</title><description>On my way home this morning, i had one song playing in my head "freak me" by another level. I opted to listen to old skul while working because honestly, I am already tired of listening to the latest songs that grow old in just a week. Anyway, when I got home, I sang out loud the following lyrics "let me lick u up and down till u stay stop, let me play with your body baby till u feel hot, let me do all the things u want me to do" then I stopped. Good thing I am alone or else someone would really think I've gone bonkers. hahahah&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I thought that songs today are too vulgar, full of profanities and sexual innuendos. But if you look back, you can find a lot of songs that are already into this genre or whatever it's called. It had me thinking, music is different from films. Music is everywhere. Meaning, all people from age 1 to 92 can hear it and eventually have it chiseled unto the very depths of their amygdala. I've seen on MTV a tribute to beepers. You know, the one responsible for beeping off sexually explicit words. Truly, I admire them. I can't imagine how hard it is for them to screen songs from the likes of Eminem, Akon, or from any other artists who are too lazy to explore their poetic side and thought of using explicit words just to make it rhyme. Its what they call the art of poetic experiment. I call it the lack thereof. What I am afraid of is the time my two young nieces bombard with with questions regarding these songs. Oh they love to dance alright and dance tracks nowadays as we know it, won't be a dance track if it won't contain the F word. I wonder how am I goin to answer them if one day they'll ask me. Hmm, I think I'd rather tell them beforehand or else they'll find the meaning and more on the Net.</description><link>http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/2008/09/last-song-syndrome.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mimay-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-803407770423900772.post-1944855037857926328</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 15:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-05T23:49:20.646+08:00</atom:updated><title>Back With Vengeance</title><description>Naks, cheesy title!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where have I been? Well, let's just say that I got a lil busy. Busy getting myself wasted. Why? You know this maybe the most embarrassing confession I'll ever do but I have to at least say this to get it out of my system. I was/is/has (gone) crazy over a guy. I know, I can't believe it either. My friend Alvin, once told me that I am the strongest girl in our barkada. I still am. Unfortunately, I suck when it comes to the love department. *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some who have read this blog ages ago, yep, eons ago. You may have noticed that I got uber emotional in one of my posts. In fact, if I remember it right, I even wrote a poem for him. Man! The things you do when it comes to matters of the heart. I was never cheesy, I used to say "ewww" or "yuck" when my friends go bonkers over their bfs. But now, look at me. I'm doing the same thing and perhaps even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, for the past few days I've been thinking and I mean a lot. While being absent from the blogging world, I've realized that I'm only making a fool out of myself. Do I hear the crowd cheering? hahah. I know some of you will say "Finally, you've come to your senses." But no, not yet actually. I am still wondering why after all those years he comes back into my life with a bang! Now, I'm confused. Dang it! Anyway, this has got to stop. So maybe, you guys can help me pray to Jesus that I will meet someone who'll help me get over that son-of-a-gun (i doubt it). My fingers are crossed though. Maybe some of you can recommend one? hahah. Geez talk about being a loser. Yeah, stupid is as stupid does.</description><link>http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/2008/09/back-with-vengeance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mimay-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-803407770423900772.post-2323761790992667539</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2008 15:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-28T00:52:25.036+08:00</atom:updated><title>The Owl: A Comeback</title><description>Guess what? I just woke up and it's already freakin midnight. hehehe Well, I have disturbing sleep habits but now at least I am going back to my old nocturnal self. I am now on night shift. yepey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nocturnality to some may be a negative thing. I got a scolding from my Ma because she always assume that me being on this shift will jeopardize my health considering the horror they've been through two years ago when I got hospitalized. As for me, working on night shifts is like Nirvana. nyahahaha. Why? Because as what I've been trying to tell you from my very first post, I am a not a very social person. I don't feel comfortable in crowds. Well, its not like our office is crowded. Let's just say that I am comfortable with my circle of friends. I am not a snob mind you. Not at all, if someone smiles at me then I smile back at them. Im a follower of the Golden Rule. I do what other people are doing unto me. Ironically, I am more socially active online and I don't really know why. Just this morning, I got an invite from a long lost-friend and I was like, God! you found me. Geez, I am everywhere. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this swapping of skeds is quite different. We're under strict observation from our parent company abroad so we have to be really into it. Not like we're not but then, I guess they want perfection. So, we are stripped off access to anything that is deemed a disturbance. I was on night shift yesterday and believe me, all I did was browse pictures to battle boredom, not drowsiness. Wow! For two months, I think I can already memorize every minute details of each of my workmates' physical features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!</description><link>http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/2008/08/owl-comeback.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mimay-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-803407770423900772.post-6382467141801183532</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 13:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-25T21:32:48.238+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>blogs</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>fashion</category><title>Busy as a Bee</title><description>I've been a 'lil busy these days because I'm making a new blog. This time, it will be more about me and my weather- and mood-dependent fashion sense. harhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I love cameras and I love to dress up. As for the latter, I'm kinda curious why on my lowest days, I resort to just go get some clothes from my closet and do whatever I can with it until I find it decent enough to be shown. Yep, I haven't shown everything here yet. Imagine that! hahaha. So anyway, I know that I am not that fashionista but I don't wanna be caught with the wrong outfit either. I admit that I often visit fashionista blogs or celebrity news to get some ideas. With a twist here and a little alteration there, I can come up with a style that I can call my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have time, go over my new site: &lt;a href="http://crazylemonada.blogspot.com"&gt;http://crazylemonada.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. Why the name? Well, let's just say that I am crazy over lemonade these days and I can't really explain why.&lt;br /&gt;The site is not on its prime yet 'coz I still can't decide on the design, but it will be kicking ass soon. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://sidekick.mysinablog.com/resserver.php?resource=187078-%E6%B0%B4%E8%8D%89%E8%88%9E.gif" alt=":woooh:" title=":woooh:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, do you find these emoticons amusing or irritating? hehehe. I am having fun with it as of the moment, if only I can make them smaller. Do any of you know how? Please help! Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'till here. Have to head over to the new blog. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://blogimage.roodo.com/onion_club/d5f02ecd.gif" alt=":okay:" title=":okay:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;</description><link>http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/2008/08/busy-as-bee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mimay-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-803407770423900772.post-129912889090880955</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 13:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-25T21:23:10.760+08:00</atom:updated><title>Contemplating...</title><description>I've been thinking a lot lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that up to these days, Filipinos has yet to overcome crab mentality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that by the time we decide to forget someone, he comes back right into your life with a bang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that some Filipinos abroad act arrogant and they even have the audacity to bamboozle their fellowmen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think we can really find a way to stop pollution? I'm not only talking about the environment but also on how the minds of the new generation are getting polluted these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global warming anyone? &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://blogimage.roodo.com/onion_club/1b38f9e2.gif" alt=":sigh:" title=":sigh:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will they be able to find a cure for cancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How soon can you call someone a true friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there still hope for our government?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever get the chance to meet Josh Hartnett or Shia LeBouf or Matt Damon or&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://sidekick.mysinablog.com/resserver.php?resource=187078-%E6%B0%B4%E8%8D%89%E8%88%9E.gif" alt=":woooh:" title=":woooh:" width="50" height="50" /&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be talking nonsense here but really now, enlighten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://blogimage.roodo.com/onion_club/efb50fe2.gif" alt=":ha?:" title=":ha?:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;</description><link>http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/2008/08/contemplating.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mimay-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-803407770423900772.post-187868442058770583</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2008 15:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-23T23:29:07.269+08:00</atom:updated><title>Practicality? or Just Plain Desperation?</title><description>I remember I was tagged some 3 months ago and in it, I have to list down the things I want to accomplish within this year. As always, it is just a list. Looking back at the post, I laughed when I read &lt;a href="http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/2008/05/things-to-do-for-this-year.html"&gt;number 9&lt;/a&gt;. The -ber months are almost here and I did told myself that I will make  number 9 a reality before my 25th birthday. Unfortunately, I haven't found the right one yet or let's just say, he hasn't found me yet. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://blogimage.roodo.com/onion_club/70bff581.gif" alt=":ahaha:" title=":ahaha:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually consult my bestfriends when it comes to this matter. Our conversation usually goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;     Bessie: Bes, go for it. These days, you are not allowed to be choosy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;     Moi : But&lt;br /&gt;     Bessie: No buts! It is practical to just go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;     Moi: So, if I'm gonna say yes to this guy, will it make me practical or will it make me look like one desperate soul?&lt;br /&gt;    Bessie: Are you desperate?&lt;br /&gt;    Moi: I think I'm getting there. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://sidekick.mysinablog.com/resserver.php?resource=187114-%E8%87%89%E7%B4%85%E7%B4%85.gif" alt=":blush:" title=":blush:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Bessie: So what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;    Moi: him&lt;br /&gt;    Bessie: I thought so! Well, if that's the case then you have to get over it before you get into a new one.&lt;br /&gt;   Moi: easy for you to say. *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there yah go. I just said it! I think I'm goin down desperation lane or maybe this is just because I'm nearing my monthly period. hehehe. Hey!  I have to blame someone or some phenomenon for this. It's not usual for me to wear my heart on my sleeves. Oh and by the way! Ma just gave me the go signal to get hitched. I totally laughed out loud while we're at the mall. OMG! I can't believe you're doing this Ma! I don't even have a boyfriend and I am so not ready to get hitched. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://sidekick.mysinablog.com/resserver.php?resource=193318-evil.gif" alt=":devilishgrin:" title=":devilishgrin:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;</description><link>http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/2008/08/practicality-or-just-plain-desperation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mimay-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-803407770423900772.post-5763793801152200484</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 17:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-23T12:48:00.170+08:00</atom:updated><title>The Olympic Dream (or so I think)</title><description>"Oh my God it's a ranch." I heard myself saying these words out loud. It's not that I haven't been into a ranch before but that ranch was kinda special. You know, those that you usually see in romantic movies. Then there's this big house and there at the door I saw my Mama waving at me. I felt myself walking towards her. "Come on, dinner's ready," she said. "Why is she speaking in English" and why am I thinking in English?" &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://blogimage.roodo.com/onion_club/efb50fe2.gif" alt=":ha?:" title=":ha?:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;Geez. Then I saw the house's interior. My God it's huge. There were people everywhere. I saw my college friends and they were very busy preparing for a very special occasion, I assumed because the room is filled with flowers. Then to my right, there's this room full of computers. What the? What's goin' on in here? There were people I don't recognize and I can't quite understand what they're saying ;coz its all gibberish. I can't find my Mama anywhere so I've decided to go to the computer room. I was so impressed by the big LCDs that I hardly notice a man approaching me. "excuse me," he said. I turned around and almost bit my tongue. Standing before me is Phelps, all 6 ft. and 4 in. of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Michael Phelps,"&lt;br /&gt;"I know!, uh, I'm Irma,"&lt;br /&gt;"So, you must be the new computer instructor huh? They told me you're here already"&lt;br /&gt;"I am?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, I guess so"&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://sidekick.mysinablog.com/resserver.php?resource=187087-%E6%98%8F.gif" alt=":tsk:" title=":tsk:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palms sweating, he stared at me while I discussed the basics of keyboarding. hahaha. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://blogimage.roodo.com/onion_club/70bff581.gif" alt=":ahaha:" title=":ahaha:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he...&lt;br /&gt;Then the earth shook. I can hear someone calling me. "Mi, mata na." (Mi, wake up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Dang it! What a dream. I knew it! It's too good to be true. nyahahaha. Well, it's not unusual that I dream about my Mother or my friends. I can explain why my mother was there because we recently had a spat and my friends are also there because I miss them sooo much. As for the LCDs, clearly, I can't get my mind off work.  &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://sidekick.mysinablog.com/resserver.php?resource=187073-omg.gif" alt=":waaah:" title=":waaah:" width="50" height="50" /&gt; But Phelps? Geez, what the heck is he doing in my dreams? The Olympics maybe but I wasn't really into it aside from gymnastics. So after that dream, I immediately googled him and look what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/uploaded_images/mphelps-758303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/uploaded_images/mphelps-758298.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, he's hot! &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://sidekick.mysinablog.com/resserver.php?resource=187078-%E6%B0%B4%E8%8D%89%E8%88%9E.gif" alt=":woooh:" title=":woooh:" width="50" height="50" /&gt; but...</description><link>http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/2008/08/olympic-dream-or-so-i-think.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mimay-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-803407770423900772.post-8806110216422987861</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 13:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-20T21:16:57.248+08:00</atom:updated><title>Small Business Opportunities</title><description>If your salary is good enough for your family then you are one lucky guy. However, these days, depending on one's pay is rarely happening. Sometimes, having a business of your own no matter how small it is, can help a family go on with life. If you don't know where to find &lt;a href="http://www.smallbusinesssale.com/"&gt;small business opportunities&lt;/a&gt; then you might want to try looking for it on the Internet. Do it with caution though because the Internet does not only offer numerous opportunities but also scams. So be careful when dealing with opportunities online.</description><link>http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/2008/08/small-business-opportunities.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mimay-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-803407770423900772.post-3187856679278057196</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 12:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-20T21:07:10.953+08:00</atom:updated><title>Exercise at Home</title><description>Tell me, how often do you exercise? Twice a week, once? or maybe you don't have time at all. These days, we are all busy in our daily activities that we no longer have time for our fitness. Good thing, the exercise equipment industry realized our needs that they've introduced a series of equipment for home use. Take for example the &lt;a href="http://www.nordictrack.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/Category2_-1_10301_12401_19053_Y"&gt;ellipticals&lt;/a&gt;. An elliptical is a stationary machine that simulates walking or running but with lesser pressure on the joints. Consult your personal trainer right now.</description><link>http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/2008/08/exercise-at-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mimay-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-803407770423900772.post-3152579584523553341</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2008 14:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-17T22:36:59.256+08:00</atom:updated><title>Brilliante Weblog</title><description>I dunno if this is still on but thanks again to &lt;a href="http://kaidensgorgeousmum.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sheng&lt;/a&gt; for this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ayHusmdxFTA/SI2DUUCDZ-I/AAAAAAAACk0/D71Ej4YFcJc/s1600-h/lis+28jul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ayHusmdxFTA/SI2DUUCDZ-I/AAAAAAAACk0/D71Ej4YFcJc/s320/lis+28jul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227979127444957154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The above recipients of the Brillante Weblog are welcomed to put the Logo on their personal blogs and have the honor of passing this award to seven other bloggers.Here are the rules for passing on the award:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;l. Put the logo on your blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Add a link to the person who awarded you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Nominate at least seven other blogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. Add links to those blogs on your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have problems when it comes to choosing the ones to tag. So now, I'm tagging all of you. Yes you, the one reading this. :) Go grab this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;Whew! Finally, I get to finish all the tags. So go ahead. Tag me! hahaha. Keep 'em coming! :))&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/2008/08/brilliante-weblog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mimay-)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ayHusmdxFTA/SI2DUUCDZ-I/AAAAAAAACk0/D71Ej4YFcJc/s72-c/lis+28jul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-803407770423900772.post-3572966270765335736</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2008 13:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-17T22:19:05.327+08:00</atom:updated><title>Why Do We Need Friends?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;This is long overdue. Man! I used to be so excited when tagged but let's just say that I got a lil busy for the past days. This one is from &lt;a href="http://kaidensgorgeousmum.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sheng&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks for this one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayHusmdxFTA/SKMecY7dX9I/AAAAAAAAC0s/3Qu4MsswfYk/s1600-h/joyoz+13aug.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayHusmdxFTA/SKMecY7dX9I/AAAAAAAAC0s/3Qu4MsswfYk/s320/joyoz+13aug.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234060665011658706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We need friends for many reasons,&lt;br /&gt;all throughout the season.&lt;br /&gt;We need friends to comfort us&lt;br /&gt;when we are sad,&lt;br /&gt;and to have fun with us when we are glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need friends to give us good advice,&lt;br /&gt;We need someone we can count on,&lt;br /&gt;and treat us nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need friends to remember us&lt;br /&gt;one we have passed&lt;br /&gt;sharing memories that will always last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spread the poem of friendship.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.joydob.com/"&gt;Everyday Life&lt;/a&gt; 2. &lt;a href="http://www.omalyn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Words of Love&lt;/a&gt; 3. &lt;a href="http://kaidensgorgeousmum.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sheng's Simple Thoughts . . .&lt;/a&gt; 4. &lt;a href="http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net"&gt;Coatable Coats &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm tagging &lt;a href="http://endaymo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Enday&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.janahawaii.com/"&gt;Jana&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rester-reesie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rester&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://gbeth.chitgoks.com/"&gt;Gbeth&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.zhoewynz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zhoe&lt;/a&gt;.</description><link>http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/2008/08/why-do-we-need-friends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mimay-)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ayHusmdxFTA/SKMecY7dX9I/AAAAAAAAC0s/3Qu4MsswfYk/s72-c/joyoz+13aug.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-803407770423900772.post-8079711331568808812</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 17:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-15T01:57:48.307+08:00</atom:updated><title>A Picture Paints a Thousand Words</title><description>Indeed, David Gates was right when he intertwined these flawless words into his song "If." Originally, these immortal words were taken from an oriental source. Now, wouldn't it be lovely if you can cherish one very special picture your whole life? What's the best way to do it? Put it in &lt;a href="http://www.arttoframes.com/"&gt;picture frames&lt;/a&gt;. Explore your artistic and wild side and try to find or make a frame that would really bring out the thousand words from a picture. There are a lot of styles anywhere and if you are having a hard time in choosing, make your own. :)</description><link>http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/2008/08/picture-paints-thousand-words.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mimay-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-803407770423900772.post-1021528562249166807</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 17:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-15T01:36:36.641+08:00</atom:updated><title>Cheap Auto Insurance</title><description>If you are having a hard time searching for &lt;a href="http://www.insurancebureau.com/"&gt;cheap auto insurance&lt;/a&gt;, I suggest you try the Internet. If those insurance agents are making matters worse, go over some Web sites wherein you can choose the right car insurance and you can choose the price, of course. With the advent of this technology, you will no longer have headaches whenever this type of insurance is called for. Remember, caveat emptor! Take precautions when dealing with online insurance services. Make sure that the agency you are dealing with has all the necessary documents for authentication.</description><link>http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/2008/08/cheap-auto-insurance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mimay-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-803407770423900772.post-4693971107547615718</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 12:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-13T20:44:02.471+08:00</atom:updated><title>Let's Just Say...</title><description>that I am not in my very best right now. In fact, a lot has happened for the last few days that I even got sick of it. Literally, I'm suffering from flu right now and I have counted at least 20 sneezes for a span of an hour. Last Thursday, I had a spat with my mother. I don't wanna share it coz it is too personal. Just when I thought I can shake it off my system, another mishap happened that I was so close to being hysterical. Sometimes, I just don't understand why people can be so shallow. Anyway, I've kept my composure because that night, I'm meeting my gradeschool friend at the mall. She's from Manila and we are going to have some sort of a reunion. I can really tell that I was sooo angry that night because I got drunk. I know how to control my alcohol intake and that was just like three of four shots. When I looked at our pics, I was so effing red. Boy! Was I drunk. Hmm, that was a first. I'm not the kind of person that holds grudges, but then again people change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I woke up breathing although we went out until the wee hours of the morning. Meaning, I have to bring my grudges with me until the end of the day. Now, I've mentioned that I'm having some problems with my PC right? 'twas quite a record actually coz I've managed to ruin it three months before its birthday. You see, I don't own an obsolete PC, the specs were carefully chosen by a friend of mine and I am totally responsible for what has happened. Just when I had it formatted, I was attacked by a lot of viruses, I've lost count. So, I have to format it again. Dang! I really have to ask, "When will this end?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oh, I've noticed. Google has done it again. I'm now PR2.  dang it!</description><link>http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/2008/08/lets-just-say.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mimay-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-803407770423900772.post-4330091363698070325</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Aug 2008 17:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-05T01:40:42.177+08:00</atom:updated><title>A Pat in the Back!</title><description>I deserve one. I told you yesterday my PC crashed right? and that I was on the verge of depression (char) and have almost contacted all my geek friends because I was too scared to face the problem myself. Then again, I got impatient and have decided to just do it myself. Now, Voila! I did it! hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My connection is not quite an A though. I think it has something to do with my overdue bills. hikhikhik. Anyway, I'm gonna be paying it this week and hopefully everything's going to be A-okay.</description><link>http://coatablecoats.pansitan.net/2008/08/pat-in-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-mimay-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>