<?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-27475292</id><updated>2011-11-14T19:27:47.333+08:00</updated><category term='rock ed'/><category term='travel'/><category term='list'/><category term='food'/><category term='books'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='funny moments'/><category term='film'/><category term='team lestat'/><category term='faith'/><category term='musings'/><category term='blog'/><category term='work'/><category term='techie'/><category term='school days'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Time-Out!</title><subtitle type='html'>my breathing space so i don't go insane</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-2210156812601176457</id><published>2010-09-21T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T13:00:51.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodnight, lola popping</title><summary type='text'>She was laid to rest over the weekend.  Still not a peep from me.

But words can I use? I know of none that would be enough.
Words will only diminish this sorrow I feel.

So in this silence, I grieve and I mourn. 

Even the tears I hold back for to cry is selfish.
The tears would be for me, for us she left behind.
They will not be for her.

But how can we weep for her when she is now home with </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=2210156812601176457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/2210156812601176457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/2210156812601176457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2010/09/goodnight-lola-popping.html' title='goodnight, lola popping'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-5356220183180934984</id><published>2010-09-11T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T19:08:55.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>English only please</title><summary type='text'>
Going over some posts in PinoyTumblr, i found out that the Dean of the Faculty of Arts and Letters in UST issued a memo requiring everyone to speak in English last July 2010.
My first reaction: “wow, this remind me of my school days back in  grade school”.  Back then, we were required to speak in English.  We  were fined (P50 centavos each time) or worse humiliated (by wearing this  huge </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=5356220183180934984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5356220183180934984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5356220183180934984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2010/09/english-only-please.html' title='English only please'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-3379933791394328915</id><published>2010-07-22T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T13:58:28.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who do i write like?</title><summary type='text'>My sister found this site that "analyzes your word choice and writing style and compares them with those of the famous writers".  So I spent my entire lunch break copy pasting 40 blog entries of mine for analysis.  Below are the results:


 Author Number of Entries 
 Charles Dickens 1 
 Chuck Palahniuk 1 
 Cory Doctorow 12 
 Dan Brown 2 
 David Foster Wallace 1 
 Gertrude Stein 1 
 J.K. Rowling 1</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=3379933791394328915&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/3379933791394328915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/3379933791394328915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2010/07/who-do-i-write-like.html' title='who do i write like?'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-5661180897394216173</id><published>2010-06-10T08:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T08:56:02.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Rainy Day Bag</title><summary type='text'>

*image from Getty Images
The rainy season has finally begun and I need start gearing up for it.  And I don't just mean remembering to bring an umbrella.

First order of business: pack the "rainy day" bag.

Okay so I'm probably one of the most paranoid people you will ever know.  (I can see my sister almost losing her head from nodding over this tiny factoid)  When the rain starts to pour or if </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=5661180897394216173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5661180897394216173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5661180897394216173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2010/06/image-from-getty-images-rainy-season.html' title='Rainy Day Bag'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FafJYKmImqU/TBA2refeapI/AAAAAAAAASA/zK_-r-yS21o/s72-c/85410607-edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-3779674277445752229</id><published>2010-04-27T10:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T12:31:44.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='techie'/><title type='text'>wish list from korea</title><summary type='text'>My officemate will be going to Korea in June to visit her husband.

I have one item I asked her to buy for me - a Mashimaro MP3 player.  Hehe.  I know i already have an ipod.  But this is just tooooooooooooo cute!


Aren't they just adorable? :D  They fit the palm of my hand.  It says it costs $45 to 50. 

I am looking also at several cute small items from this site, like the multi-shaper, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=3779674277445752229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/3779674277445752229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/3779674277445752229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2010/04/wish-list-from-korea.html' title='wish list from korea'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FafJYKmImqU/S9Y2_9ZBE4I/AAAAAAAAARw/GnQaGK0pAOY/s72-c/mashimaro_05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-366168571178488872</id><published>2010-04-21T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T08:22:40.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>small miracles</title><summary type='text'>Due to recent events in my life, I have been good at recognizing miracles in my life.  Tiny as it may seem to the "one" who did it (or to you even), but to little old me, these are proofs of my faith.

 St. Therese

I have loved St. Therese since I was a child.  I remember reading about her in the Gospel comics and I was amazed at her devotion. Anyway, my mom reintroduced me to her when a few </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=366168571178488872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/366168571178488872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/366168571178488872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2010/04/small-miracles.html' title='small miracles'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-3689232952956955714</id><published>2010-03-25T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:28:59.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='techie'/><title type='text'>later later</title><summary type='text'>One of the nifty things i found in FireFox is this add on:  Read it Later


This thing is just great. It allows me to postpone reading to another time without having to add it to my bookmarks.  :)  I can just go back to it anytime unless I mark it as read then it will no longer appear in my list.

As a plus, if you get an account, you can access your reading list from different computers as long </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=3689232952956955714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/3689232952956955714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/3689232952956955714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2010/03/later-later.html' title='later later'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FafJYKmImqU/S6rxHVYP7KI/AAAAAAAAARM/iz0UR24_O5c/s72-c/2010-03-25+13+07+07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-5928913987793383112</id><published>2010-03-24T09:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T12:19:44.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>inspired</title><summary type='text'>I am quite surprised with myself.  I have been inspired the past few days that I've actually helped my sister set up our shared blogI am quite proud of myself.  I've been sketching a lot lately too.  Haha.  I wonder what brought this on.  Maybe it's because of this sudden desire to leave this office.  Hahaha!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=5928913987793383112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5928913987793383112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5928913987793383112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2010/03/inspired.html' title='inspired'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FafJYKmImqU/S6mSV7ENPCI/AAAAAAAAARE/py-G60dnVnY/s72-c/2010-03-24+12+16+33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-4584638016230434904</id><published>2010-03-15T08:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T09:02:27.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>old entries</title><summary type='text'>This morning I find myself wandering through my old blog. I only have two things to say:I used to write well.  I really should take time to write.  I might lose whatever talent/skill I have left.I am still surprised when reading entries I have written in Filipino.  Who would have thought I can make a coherent sentence in Filipino, much less a whole blog entry</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=4584638016230434904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/4584638016230434904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/4584638016230434904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2010/03/old-entries.html' title='old entries'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-6562166017326966853</id><published>2010-02-14T13:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:28:11.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Shadow of the Wind</title><summary type='text'>I started reading this book a couple of years ago.  Wasn't able to finish it though because i returned it to my friend.  2 to 3 years after that, I found a copy of it in a book sale in a Christmas bazaar behind the UP church.  For 250, I bought it and happily went home with my own copy of The Shadow of the Wind.What makes this book so special is because it's about a boy's love for a book and his </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=6562166017326966853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6562166017326966853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6562166017326966853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2010/02/shadow-of-wind.html' title='Shadow of the Wind'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-339007245765146939</id><published>2010-02-11T09:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:37:07.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not so silent treatment - letter to a not so good friend</title><summary type='text'>Dear Friend,There comes a point in some friendships that you just can't be friends with anymore.  Not that you hate them just that it comes to a point that you've been hurt enough.So to you my friend who I don't talk to as often as I used to, don't misconstrue it as bitterness.  I don't want your (our) friends to think that I'm bitter.  I am putting this distance between us because I'm done.  Sad</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=339007245765146939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/339007245765146939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/339007245765146939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-so-silent-treatment-letter-to-not.html' title='not so silent treatment - letter to a not so good friend'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-7271442753239753960</id><published>2010-02-05T11:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T11:49:20.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>New month = New book</title><summary type='text'>I am proud to say that I have finally finished reading The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zaffon (will write a review later).   After spending hours and hours away from my PC, I have finished it.  It was such an accomplishment when I read the last word.Now I am moving to A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway.  I just want to see why Nicolas Cage's character in City of Angels liked this book so </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=7271442753239753960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7271442753239753960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7271442753239753960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-month-new-book.html' title='New month = New book'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FafJYKmImqU/S2uVLLr70AI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/c_GoZ4R3Jhs/s72-c/9780684824994.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-5959793553681878823</id><published>2010-01-04T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:28:49.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>funny moments</title><summary type='text'>I recently created the above as a new label for my blog entries.  I am hoping that I will have a lot of these this year.  :DAfter all...The most wasted of all days is one without laughter. - E E CummingsLaughter is an instant vacation. - Milton BerleAlways laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine. - Lord ByronIf its sanity you are after there is no recipe like laughter. - Henry Elliot</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=5959793553681878823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5959793553681878823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5959793553681878823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2010/01/funny-moments.html' title='funny moments'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-7080239117455415124</id><published>2010-01-04T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:13:20.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny moments'/><title type='text'>conversation with myself</title><summary type='text'>That's what i felt about D this afternoon.  It's either caused by holiday hangovers or simply that she had a lot on her mind (which is very likely). Me (already confused with the numbers I get from the report I was generating): D, did he mean newly published only?D:  Ay tama!Me:  Tama ang ano?I bet she couldn't wait to go home either too.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=7080239117455415124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7080239117455415124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7080239117455415124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2010/01/conversation-with-myself.html' title='conversation with myself'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-4566520380105014058</id><published>2010-01-04T19:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:15:52.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny moments'/><title type='text'>what does it mean if you're the only one who can hear a beeping sound?</title><summary type='text'>Conversations with Q can be so funny at times. Like the one i just had with him over the phone.In the middle of our conversation, q suddenly says: sa office ka pa ba? Me: bahay na poq: ano yung maingay? May naririnig ako na nagbibeep. But still he continues to discuss the file i sent earlier. But because i have an iffy signal at home, we eventually got cut off.After a while he calls me again. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=4566520380105014058&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/4566520380105014058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/4566520380105014058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2010/01/confused-funny-moment.html' title='what does it mean if you&apos;re the only one who can hear a beeping sound?'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-7254976563650483354</id><published>2010-01-01T20:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T09:22:33.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution</title><summary type='text'>I figured it being a new year, I should start it right and blog.Whenever a year is about to end, we always come up with resolutions for the coming year.   I think this is good.  It forces us to think about the past 365 days, contemplate on the things we have done and generally assess ourselves.  Self assessment is always a good idea as it enables us to continue bettering ourselves.I myself have </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=7254976563650483354&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7254976563650483354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7254976563650483354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-7459043819477882345</id><published>2009-12-28T19:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T19:16:03.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>watch me</title><summary type='text'>I once told a friend that it's easy to un-friend someone.I never told her that.I don't think I need to.  She's can just watch me do it.To her.Good riddance.  You belong in 2009.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=7459043819477882345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7459043819477882345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7459043819477882345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2009/12/watch-me.html' title='watch me'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-168839285364398916</id><published>2009-12-27T16:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:41:46.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>good bye 2009</title><summary type='text'>There are only a few days left of 2009.  After a very trying 2009, most, if not all, of us can't wait to forget 2009 and are just waiting for the new year to start so we can move on with our lives. But I'd rather not forget 2009. 2009 for all it's troubles and heartaches taught us many things and made us better persons (I hope) in the end. I'm awfully tired of 2009 too.  I want 2010 to be better.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=168839285364398916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/168839285364398916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/168839285364398916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-bye-2009.html' title='good bye 2009'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-7655694118309412418</id><published>2009-12-26T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T19:48:09.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>christmas post</title><summary type='text'>For some absurd reason, I feel compelled to write a Christmas post.  Not that I have any topic in mind, really.But since it's Christmas and they say that it is the time for forgiveness and love and what not, let's talk about forgiveness. I recently had a bad experience with a friend of mine. ( It's long story and I really don't want to blog about it. :p if you're curious, ask me the next time we </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=7655694118309412418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7655694118309412418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7655694118309412418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-post.html' title='christmas post'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-6348586653839974706</id><published>2009-12-12T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T22:21:54.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>novelty pens</title><summary type='text'>Therese made a nice trip to National Bookstore recently and bought some cheap but really good pens.   We got to talking about how amazing that we can now buy really cheap gel pens (some only for P10).But it made me think.  With all the advancements in technology, I wondered if there will be a time when pens will be a thing of the past and pens will become a novelty item instead of a necessary </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=6348586653839974706&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6348586653839974706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6348586653839974706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2009/12/novelty-pens.html' title='novelty pens'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-5824801787218897871</id><published>2009-12-04T19:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:15:34.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun Maid Girl  gets replaced!</title><summary type='text'>Sun Maid says it's time for change.  So they gave their sun-maid girl a makeover.  I don't think it's a make over.  I think it's replacementIf you ask me, she looks fake like a mannequin unlike their first raisin girl who really looked like a real girl.  I guess that's because the first one was indeed a real person - Lorraine Collett.  (That's the her on the right.)According to the Yahoo! article</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=5824801787218897871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5824801787218897871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5824801787218897871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2009/12/sun-maid-girl-gets-replaced.html' title='Sun Maid Girl  gets replaced!'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-3241505498538135722</id><published>2009-12-01T05:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:28:25.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>2012</title><summary type='text'>Trying to avoid gagging after watching a movie, Lovella and i decided not to watch New Moon and instead try our luck with 2012 last Friday. While we were not throwing up two and a half hours later, we were however full of comments and disbelief.This film is set out to destroy your faith in many things and even have you question known and established facts in a very bad way. I should probably warn</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=3241505498538135722&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/3241505498538135722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/3241505498538135722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2009/12/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-7891351213144077425</id><published>2009-11-27T10:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:12:29.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>small world</title><summary type='text'>it always surprises me when the world shows me how small it is.Today I found out that my friend Li's cousin-in-law was my classmate (or was it schoolmate.  memory fail again) back in gradeschool.  And if i am not mistaken, my classmate back in highschool was his ex too. Li and I were looking at her cousin's wedding site this morning.  I was already telling myself that the guy had the same name as</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=7891351213144077425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7891351213144077425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7891351213144077425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2009/11/small-world.html' title='small world'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-5651818440804989982</id><published>2009-11-22T10:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:12:56.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>friends in boxes</title><summary type='text'>I really think that having a compartmentalized life helps in keeping ones sanity. Mixing your friends sometimes only lead to disaster. In the end, you may end up losing one or worse all. So keep them in separate boxes.Besides, if you keep them apart you can count on your other set of friends for company if the other begins to be annoying.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=5651818440804989982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5651818440804989982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5651818440804989982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends-in-boxes.html' title='friends in boxes'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-2277902142464981276</id><published>2009-11-17T18:52:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:13:15.033+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>leading ladies you wish you could kill</title><summary type='text'>For now I can only think of two - Bella of the famous twilight series and Scarlet O'Hara of Gone with the Wind.  Seriously, those two should have died after a couple chapters in the book.I don't get how authors could think that those two characters make great women protagonists.  Seriously.  Bella was overly melodramatic and selfish (she thought she wasn't though).  Scarlett was so selfish and so</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=2277902142464981276&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/2277902142464981276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/2277902142464981276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2009/11/leading-ladies-you-want-dead.html' title='leading ladies you wish you could kill'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-4290689871237000763</id><published>2009-11-17T09:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:13:30.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>habits*</title><summary type='text'>Warning: Simoy is in the air.  Some new entries may have emo (yucky) stuff. Please AVOID reading all entries with asterisk (*) in the title. I just need an outlet. :PIt's crazy but you have become quite a habit. It's your name i look for in my phone and YM when I have gossip or just stuff to tell.  I don't necessarily miss you. Just that I have gone accustomed to talking to you. Note to self:  </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=4290689871237000763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/4290689871237000763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/4290689871237000763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2009/11/habits.html' title='habits*'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-7111603403538516046</id><published>2009-11-15T20:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:16:00.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>Retail Therapy</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was mall day. I figured that shopping would be a good way to offset the horrible week i had. So off to Trinoma, i went since they were on sale.Only went to four stores where I actually purchased something and where i got loyalty cards.1. Beauty bar - finally bought the lip gloss i wanted for so long. Was planning to buy it in Eastwood but they didn't have the color I wanted.With my </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=7111603403538516046&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7111603403538516046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7111603403538516046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2009/11/letting-go.html' title='Retail Therapy'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-6311767822649125026</id><published>2009-10-06T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:15:00.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blast from the past</title><summary type='text'>I was reading my old blog entries and as always they surprise me.  I am flooded with memories - good and bad.  I miss parts of my old self and of my old life.   Can i go back? Maybe. Maybe not.  It's good to read some of the old entries.  It's good to remember.  My old self had plenty of advice that I could use right now.I have a feeling that my old self was a bit more brave.  Or maybe I am just </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=6311767822649125026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6311767822649125026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6311767822649125026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2009/10/blast-from-past.html' title='blast from the past'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FafJYKmImqU/Sss0hpPbzRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/uRakkqy8To0/s72-c/460464402_7bc4bd2725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-6962771782148903656</id><published>2009-10-04T09:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:14:32.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>The Bucket List</title><summary type='text'>I watched "The Bucket List" for the third time yesterday.  It's a funny film about two men who are "developed in years" and are facing the fact that they are will die in a few months time.  So they created the bucket list - a list of things that you want to do before you die.   Their list ranges from something small to something grand and ambitious (like skydiving and kissing the most beautiful </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=6962771782148903656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6962771782148903656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6962771782148903656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-watched-bucket-list-for-third-time.html' title='The Bucket List'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FafJYKmImqU/Ssf_zMy4VCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JD4FZ30tl1Y/s72-c/404047.1020.A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-3293762920564589396</id><published>2009-09-25T23:48:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:14:55.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Momo Lunch</title><summary type='text'>My teammates and I normally go out for lunch for two reasons only:1) it's payday.  eating food not by manang or king panda is a luxury especially if you work in eastwood.2)unhappinessLast thursday, I asked them if they were up to going out for lunch because I wasn't feeling particularly happy.  Since it wasn't payday yet, only Therese and Liana were willing to spend their last moolah to find </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=3293762920564589396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/3293762920564589396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/3293762920564589396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2009/09/momo-lunch.html' title='Momo Lunch'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FafJYKmImqU/Srzoge-rxPI/AAAAAAAAAOo/jw1oLn1GPYk/s72-c/09242009%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-8031250377528883679</id><published>2009-09-13T23:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T19:09:03.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Frozen delight without the guilt</title><summary type='text'>For those who are trying to be healthy (avoiding sugar or fattening food), frozen yogurt is on the top list of alternative desserts.  Being one of those people who have been advised by their good doctors, i thought i'd share with you a rundown of places that serve frozen yogurt I've tried and what i think of them.1. tutti frutti - i love this place.  They got have a variety of yogurt flavors (i </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=8031250377528883679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/8031250377528883679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/8031250377528883679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2009/09/frozen-delight-without-guilt.html' title='Frozen delight without the guilt'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-5537210135348384367</id><published>2009-07-25T20:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:15:15.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>You can expect something good when..</title><summary type='text'>Tim Burton, Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter get together and create a movie.Yup, I have a good feeling about this movie. It's dark, mysterious and exciting, like most if not all of Burton's films.And don't you just think, Johnny Depp was born to play the Mad Hatter?Can't wait to see the other characters?  Here are a few images from the film, from Wired.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=5537210135348384367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5537210135348384367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5537210135348384367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-can-expect-something-good-when.html' title='You can expect something good when..'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-6007357382270425297</id><published>2009-07-01T11:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:16:49.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>what to look forward to in July</title><summary type='text'>Two things come to mind  at least in terms of movies to watch: Eiga Sai 2009 - July 2 to 12 at Shangri-La Plaza.Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=6007357382270425297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6007357382270425297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6007357382270425297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-to-look-forward-to-in-july.html' title='what to look forward to in July'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-1769655100352773961</id><published>2009-06-30T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:18:42.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>google = cure to ignorance??</title><summary type='text'>"With Google I’m starting to burn out on knowing the answer to everything. People in the year 2020 are going to be nostalgic for the sensation of feeling clueless."  - from coupland.comI was supposed to post that somewhere.  And because i just stumbled upon that, I realized i didn't know what coupland.com was about.  It seems that it's Douglas Coupland's website.  I checked the "biography" and </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=1769655100352773961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/1769655100352773961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/1769655100352773961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2009/06/google-cure-to-ignorance.html' title='google = cure to ignorance??'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-1307878903091102659</id><published>2009-06-17T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:56:59.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>story of a thief who wanted to sue the guy he stole from</title><summary type='text'>I usually Stumble! when I am bored at home.  This is one site i came upon.  I read it and my reaction - "Seriously, what was this guy thinking anyway?"Read the story here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=1307878903091102659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/1307878903091102659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/1307878903091102659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-of-thief-who-wanted-to-sue-guy-he.html' title='story of a thief who wanted to sue the guy he stole from'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-1077872930967827213</id><published>2009-06-14T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:45:46.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kiwi</title><summary type='text'>somehow i find this a bit sad.  watch it and tell me if you agree with me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=1077872930967827213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/1077872930967827213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/1077872930967827213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2009/06/kiwi.html' title='kiwi'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-4672930619367484233</id><published>2009-06-13T14:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:16:28.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>my firefox add-ons</title><summary type='text'>1.  StumbleUpon - Gives me new sites/pages that are within my interest.  Given the vast world of cyberspace, this makes surfing a breeze.  2. Twitterfox - Lets me tweet and reply to the tweets of my friends within firefox.  This is great when I'm in the office.  I can tweet in secret with this tool. :)  Plus i don't need to keep refreshing the page to see new tweets. :D  sweet!(now if they can </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=4672930619367484233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/4672930619367484233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/4672930619367484233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-firefox-add-ons.html' title='my firefox add-ons'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-5002912358643580454</id><published>2009-06-12T08:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:23:58.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>different timezones</title><summary type='text'>With my kind of work, it's to be expected that I work with people in different timezone as that of manila, meaning people from Germany, Ireland, UK, US, etc. While it can be fun at times, there are times you just want to ignore them.  Like last night.I was planning to go home promptly when my shift ended and go to the spa.  But all that changed after my 2pm meeting.  Since it was already 3pm and </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=5002912358643580454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5002912358643580454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5002912358643580454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2009/06/different-timezones.html' title='different timezones'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-6334388572331420489</id><published>2009-06-12T08:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:23:55.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tamad</title><summary type='text'>tinatamad na ako na ipost yung entries from davao.  so there.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=6334388572331420489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6334388572331420489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6334388572331420489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2009/06/tamad.html' title='tamad'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-6194496922915864569</id><published>2009-05-24T07:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T07:42:04.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very very late post: And I'm off</title><summary type='text'>I realized I haven't posted this.  It's been almost a month since i wrote this entry on my mobile.  Forgive. I've been a busy girl.Needing a real vacation after almost a year, i find myself in booking a flight to Davao last April.  So here I am, 6AM in the airport waiting for my flight.  It'll be my first time to fly anywhere alone.  And I don't mind it at all.With no bags to check in (my parents</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=6194496922915864569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6194496922915864569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6194496922915864569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2009/05/very-very-late-post-and-im-off.html' title='A very very late post: And I&apos;m off'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FafJYKmImqU/ShiJVILpIkI/AAAAAAAAAOU/l1mzOzOU3qM/s72-c/Davao+Shots+120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-8812066784112564238</id><published>2008-12-28T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:50:14.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'd pay more if</title><summary type='text'>i can really cook with him.but maybe i should just settle with his book.  haha.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=8812066784112564238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/8812066784112564238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/8812066784112564238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2008/12/id-pay-more-if.html' title='i&apos;d pay more if'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FafJYKmImqU/SVb3Q9ci4HI/AAAAAAAAANs/qkaT8ItZoCc/s72-c/518OVq-SXqL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-5576315089684893528</id><published>2008-12-28T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T10:06:40.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on hindsight</title><summary type='text'>An officemate and I was talking over YM.  Mentioning an email from the VP, I told her that it would make us happier if he said that he'll be giving us an additional bonus.  She said that she no longer expects it.I told her so did I.  "At least may trabaho tayo", I said.  I then told her about this girl I knew.  She was going home to Manila for the holidays.  (She works in Singapore)  A few days </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=5576315089684893528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5576315089684893528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5576315089684893528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-hindsight.html' title='on hindsight'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-3060825977459169691</id><published>2008-12-26T17:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T17:43:25.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanted:  boyfriend for my daughter</title><summary type='text'>I think my dad is worried about me.  If he had a choice, he'd probably have that ad posted somewhere.This morning I was telling him  that I got to chat with his younger brother yesterday.Me: Pa, si uncle kulet kahapon.  tinatanong niya kung malapit na raw ba ako magkapamangkin.  Sabi ko matagal pa yunDad (obviously not really paying attention): Sabihin mo naiinip ka na uncle?  hanap mo ako.Me:  </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=3060825977459169691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/3060825977459169691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/3060825977459169691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2008/12/wanted-boyfriend-for-my-daughter.html' title='wanted:  boyfriend for my daughter'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-3763092919319192190</id><published>2008-12-17T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:28:45.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unlikely combination</title><summary type='text'>We had our team's christmas party last night.  I dunno how we decided on it, but we had a kiddie party at McDonalds.  We had everything: the party hats, the loot bags, the games and of course the mascots.who would have thought that putting together grimace and the song low would be one of the funniest and entertaining things i've seen. Hehe. This is most probably the most memorable kiddie party i</summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=de29a3fb6a18d494&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=3763092919319192190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/3763092919319192190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/3763092919319192190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2008/12/unlikely-combination.html' title='unlikely combination'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-680150768515148409</id><published>2008-12-10T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here's something you probably didn't know</title><summary type='text'>I love taking the never ending quiz on facebook.  I'm addicted to it actually. hehe.  Anyway, below was something i learned thanks to that quiz.In "Back to the Future", when Marty wakes up on his young mother's bed, she calls him Calvin because 'Calvin Klein' is written on his underwear. In the French translation, she calls him Pierre, as in Pierre Cardin, and in the Italian translation she calls</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=680150768515148409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/680150768515148409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/680150768515148409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2008/12/heres-something-you-probably-didnt-know.html' title='here&apos;s something you probably didn&apos;t know'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-3892698368555214448</id><published>2008-12-03T17:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day as 29</title><summary type='text'>how i spent it?hours and hours of testing the new application our team will be using.  I am still at work....waiting for the dang thing to finish.  I'm so happy i could kill myself. pfft.tomorrow, i turn 30.  what's on the agenda?  meetings and reports.  am i not enviable? :Paaah...heck...i hope tomorrow will be better.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=3892698368555214448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/3892698368555214448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/3892698368555214448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-day-as-29.html' title='last day as 29'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-75404809666297523</id><published>2008-12-02T20:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gin in a pill</title><summary type='text'>I am having trouble sleeping lately.  I don't know why.  Thinking too much I suppose.Last night, I needed to sleep early since I have to go to work today.  My brother, ever helpful, gave me gin.  True enough, after a while, it didn't take me long to fall asleep once I laid my head on the pillow.Maybe they can put gin in a capsule, so i can just pop a capsule or two before I go to bed. :P</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=75404809666297523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/75404809666297523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/75404809666297523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2008/12/gin-in-pill_02.html' title='gin in a pill'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-8031146188094163259</id><published>2008-11-26T07:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toxic girl - a haiku</title><summary type='text'>magnets i have lotsdiff'rent colored post-its tooall with "DO TODAY!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=8031146188094163259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/8031146188094163259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/8031146188094163259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2008/11/toxic-girl-haiku.html' title='toxic girl - a haiku'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-8804148821898635371</id><published>2008-11-23T11:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on growing older</title><summary type='text'>It's that time of the year again. I'll be another year older in a couple of days.........(analyzing my feeling on this)...........crap! I am not ready to be 30! They say life begins at 30. Why do I feel like it's ending? Hmmm...maybe that will all change once I do hit 30. I'll let you know in a couple of weeks. I may just need to get used to the idea that I have been alive for 3 decades now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=8804148821898635371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/8804148821898635371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/8804148821898635371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-growing-older.html' title='on growing older'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-1389520234088709482</id><published>2008-04-13T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>name game</title><summary type='text'>it was only today did i realize that whoopie goldberg is not really whoopie.  her real name is actually Caryn Johnson.  Or that Demi Moore was actually born as Demetria Gene Guynes. (buti na lang nagpalit sya name, ano?)  and that Reese Witherspoon is part of her real name: Laura Jeanne Reese Witherspoon.Check out the complete list.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=1389520234088709482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/1389520234088709482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/1389520234088709482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2008/04/name-game.html' title='name game'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-7333165940886878814</id><published>2008-03-26T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>separation anxiety</title><summary type='text'>Early this morning, I left my car at the shop to have it fixed.This meant one thing.  I had to commute today.The whole morning I was feeling stressed.  I wasn't sure if it was because I didn't have a car and had to commute or because I didn't know how much the repair would cost me or because my boss kept emailing me stuff that caused my stress level to shoot up.I am pretty sure it was all of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=7333165940886878814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7333165940886878814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7333165940886878814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2008/03/separation-anxiety.html' title='separation anxiety'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-7307001765616984699</id><published>2008-03-25T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas carols in the middle of summer</title><summary type='text'>yesterday, i discovered what is a sure way to smile and relieve stress.listen to christmas carols.i had my media player play all the music in my pc and had it set to shuffle.  I accidentally heard a christmas carol and sure enough, i was smiling away.stress?  all i need are my christmas carols.hahahaha.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=7307001765616984699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7307001765616984699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7307001765616984699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2008/03/christmas-carols-in-middle-of-summer.html' title='christmas carols in the middle of summer'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-2892638678666085490</id><published>2008-03-20T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:53:52.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of an Interior Decorator</title><summary type='text'>Got it from Nix. hehe. tinatamad magtrabaho.THE SHUFFLE TESTRULES:Put your music player on shuffle.For each question, press the next button to get your answer.You must write that song name down no matter how silly it sounds!1. If someone says "Is this okay?" you say:Let Go - Frou Frou2. What would best describe your personality?The district sleeps tonight - the postal service3. What do you like </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=2892638678666085490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/2892638678666085490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/2892638678666085490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2008/03/death-of-interior-decorator.html' title='Death of an Interior Decorator'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-4478903251462790852</id><published>2008-03-17T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing</title><summary type='text'>sometimes i just find it amazing how people commit really simple mistakes, particularly in spelling.  All they have to do is copy what is already in staring at them.   I hardly think they are blind, given the occupation that they have.really. amazing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=4478903251462790852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/4478903251462790852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/4478903251462790852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2008/03/amazing.html' title='amazing'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-4036110613968746439</id><published>2008-03-07T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:51:56.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>neglected</title><summary type='text'>This has been the same pile of books i have beside my bed for so many months now.I have not finished one book.  Some of them I haven't even started reading.  One is still wrapped in plastic from the bookstore.I have neglected my reading list.  I was hoping to make up this weekend.  based on my calendar though, i don't think i can do that just yet.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=4036110613968746439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/4036110613968746439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/4036110613968746439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2008/03/neglected.html' title='neglected'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FafJYKmImqU/R9E0mR3ySQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/sHQz2tbU0zE/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-413705165773315406</id><published>2008-02-20T18:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from good to bad</title><summary type='text'>Sunday.What a day. I slept for the most part of the morning and just played and fixed my blog till early afternoon.  Fantastic.  By 3PM, I was out of the house and on my way to Manila to join RockEd's Sunday Sirens.There, we enjoyed the buffet that Baywalk had to offer.  Well the vendors of Baywalk to be exact.  It seems we have tasted most if not all of the food that passed our way.  From </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=413705165773315406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/413705165773315406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/413705165773315406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2008/02/from-good-to-bad.html' title='from good to bad'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-6988847429253477438</id><published>2008-02-20T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:54:11.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me want to go there too</title><summary type='text'>Joey posted some photos from his latest trip: Batanes.  How I envy this guy.  He has the time(and apparently money) to travel around the country.I want to be able to do that too.Joey, next time sama mo na rock ed. :P</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=6988847429253477438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6988847429253477438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6988847429253477438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2008/02/me-want-to-go-there-too.html' title='me want to go there too'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-2294078826901473657</id><published>2008-02-16T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 6 weird habits</title><summary type='text'>The rules: The first player of this game starts with the "6 weird things/habits about yourself" and people who get tagged need to write a blog of their 6 weird habits/things, as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their comments and tell them to read yours.I don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=2294078826901473657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/2294078826901473657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/2294078826901473657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-6-weird-habits.html' title='My 6 weird habits'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-5283132736741815545</id><published>2008-02-12T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why winning $10M isn't always a good thing</title><summary type='text'>A reported sex offender won $10M in the lottery in Massachusettes early this year is now in big trouble with the police. Click here for full story from AP.And he thought he was lucky.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=5283132736741815545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5283132736741815545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5283132736741815545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-winning-10m-isnt-always-good-thing.html' title='why winning $10M isn&apos;t always a good thing'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-9220797691815996865</id><published>2008-02-09T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:51:26.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend thoughts</title><summary type='text'>Ok.  why do saturdays always give me scary thoughts.  last week's thoughts resulted in my new diet and my desire to quit smoking (i only smoke every other day now.  apparently i can't quit cold turkey).Today's thought:  F*ck, I think I really am getting old now. I am now more aware of what I eat and what I do.  I am worried that I am not getting enough calcium.  So I now drink milk as much as I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=9220797691815996865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/9220797691815996865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/9220797691815996865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2008/02/weekend-thoughts.html' title='Weekend thoughts'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-80126082769445547</id><published>2008-02-09T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poor max</title><summary type='text'>Nix kindly reminded me today that my pet pig in facebook is starving.I have been neglecting facebook for quite sometime now.  My poor pet pig!  I just don't have the time to facebook.  It's sooo time consuming.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=80126082769445547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/80126082769445547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/80126082769445547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2008/02/poor-max.html' title='poor max'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-8886817992294111690</id><published>2008-02-07T07:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:50:18.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Silence is On</title><summary type='text'>For 12 Sundays only. (Nov2007-Nov2008) Every 3rd Sunday of the month, we gather by the bay to watch the glorious Philippine sunset together. We sit and chat and look at how many other people believe that change should happen. No poetry, no songs, no placards, none. Just silence.Let the people in power come up with their own idea of why they think we get together. Like we always say, "whatever it </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=8886817992294111690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/8886817992294111690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/8886817992294111690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunday-silence-is-on.html' title='Sunday Silence is On'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-5175028688536872900</id><published>2008-02-04T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:52:21.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding invite</title><summary type='text'>hindi naman halata na may poot ang imbitasyon na ito ano?</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=5175028688536872900&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5175028688536872900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5175028688536872900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2008/02/wedding-invite.html' title='wedding invite'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FafJYKmImqU/R6ZrutEQLvI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GZkdHzw0pvQ/s72-c/invitefromhell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-346169140336822432</id><published>2008-01-06T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:52:14.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Friends</title><summary type='text'>I met up with my college friends last night.  and what a night it was.  The last time we had dinner was a year ago.  You can just imagine the amount of stories that needed to be shared.  Each had their time in the spotlight.There were shocking news, thanks to Ella.  (Yes, your news still makes my jaw drop.  I hope to forget the images soon enough.)  And as was natural, there were a lot of things </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=346169140336822432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/346169140336822432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/346169140336822432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2008/01/girl-friends.html' title='Girl Friends'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-5832562130292556719</id><published>2007-12-04T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:50:47.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Train Ride Away</title><summary type='text'>From 2-7pm on Dec 9th --- 8 MRT stations will be transformed into 8 performances space. Check out this guide map of who's playing in which station. 45 bands. 100 photographers. 50 filmmakers. 40 poets. 8 train stations. 8 specific goals. 1 solid stand. Human Rights.ROCK THE RILES @the MRT is the annual mammoth gathering of artists of Rock Ed Philippines to take a visible stand for Human </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=5832562130292556719&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5832562130292556719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5832562130292556719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/12/train-ride-away.html' title='A Train Ride Away'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FafJYKmImqU/R1UNtLwyJWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/AOnUmQNRABo/s72-c/RocktheRilesOnsiteBanner_websize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-5588806721360823583</id><published>2007-11-28T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:50:47.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock the Riles 2007</title><summary type='text'>Celebrating the Human Rights Day at 8 different MRT stations!December 9, 2007. Sunday.1pm - 7pmKita kita tayo!RtR Icon design by: Acky Ferreria. copyright2007</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=5588806721360823583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5588806721360823583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5588806721360823583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/11/rock-riles-2007.html' title='Rock the Riles 2007'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FafJYKmImqU/R0zduIBVApI/AAAAAAAAAEc/GkH_NqiodF0/s72-c/RILESver.Nov27.II-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-6339553032947598621</id><published>2007-11-14T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:53:46.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"narinig mo bang may sumabog na namang bomba""saan""sa batasan""talaga?  anong nangyari""3 patay kasama dun si cong akbar, driver ni cong ilagan at isang staff."yan ang usapan namin ng tatay ko bago ako maligo kaninang umaga.  dun ata ako nagising at hindi sa pagligo.  pagdating sa opisina, nalaman ko mula sa kaibigan ko na kung di agad dumating ang asawa niya, malamang andun pa ang sila ng nanay</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=6339553032947598621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6339553032947598621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6339553032947598621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/11/narinig-mo-bang-may-sumabog-na-namang.html' title=''/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-8891785440176493826</id><published>2007-10-21T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:54:17.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>instead donate to rocked's book bigayan.</title><summary type='text'>glumbert - Literacy is cute</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=8891785440176493826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/8891785440176493826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/8891785440176493826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/10/instead-donate-to-rockeds-book-bigayan.html' title='instead donate to rocked&apos;s book bigayan.'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-5134646690811853903</id><published>2007-10-20T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:54:17.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Beauty</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=5134646690811853903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5134646690811853903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5134646690811853903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/10/real-beauty.html' title='Real Beauty'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-1664200259883093409</id><published>2007-10-06T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desparate Housewives boo-boo</title><summary type='text'>I guess by now you know what happened in the first episode of this season's desparate housewives.I understand completely why we should be upset.  And upset we should be.  They can't make sweeping statements like that.  There are a lot of filipino doctors who will be affected by that saucy line of Teri Hatcher's character, particularly those practicing abroad.I will not deny that we do have bad </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=1664200259883093409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/1664200259883093409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/1664200259883093409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/10/desparate-housewives-boo-boo.html' title='Desparate Housewives boo-boo'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-8560031562718210259</id><published>2007-10-06T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:53:21.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything has a purpose</title><summary type='text'>that's how things are.  if you can't define a purpose for something then its existence is wasted.That's the very reason, I believe, why doctors can remove a person's appendix without guilt.  An infected appendix is easier to take out than figure out how to save it and the person's life.But things are about to change.  Doctors' seem to have finally discovered the purpose of this tiny organ.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=8560031562718210259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/8560031562718210259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/8560031562718210259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/10/everything-has-purpose.html' title='everything has a purpose'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-3230448215635405134</id><published>2007-10-06T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'nuff said</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=3230448215635405134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/3230448215635405134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/3230448215635405134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/10/nuff-said.html' title='&apos;nuff said'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FafJYKmImqU/RwbnXNbkDeI/AAAAAAAAADE/UcKsKbOYNTo/s72-c/Everything-Will-Be-OK---Unknown-Magnet-C11750616.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-3415441266758044953</id><published>2007-09-25T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:54:17.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new phone feature: crime deterrent</title><summary type='text'>Soooo funny!!!Online Videos by Veoh.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=3415441266758044953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/3415441266758044953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/3415441266758044953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-phone-feature-crime-deterrent_25.html' title='new phone feature: crime deterrent'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-6837072862604700939</id><published>2007-09-20T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:54:17.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beats of Boredom</title><summary type='text'>    Beats Of Boredom from adam deeves on Vimeo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=6837072862604700939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6837072862604700939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6837072862604700939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/09/beats-of-boredom.html' title='Beats of Boredom'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-4043006994298000231</id><published>2007-09-20T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:52:53.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unforgettable photographs</title><summary type='text'>I was surfing the web and I came upon this site with unforgettable photographs.  As I scrolled down all I saw were pictures of war, hunger, pain and violence. And I asked myself why is there not one happy photograph?  Maybe he was going for a theme.But all those pictures were moments from history.   The question is:  do we only consider photos historical if they show blood and gore?Maybe that's </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=4043006994298000231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/4043006994298000231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/4043006994298000231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/09/unforgettable-photographs.html' title='unforgettable photographs'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-7013238239691389581</id><published>2007-09-07T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:53:34.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fur: An Imaginary Portrait of Diane Arbus</title><summary type='text'>The movie opens with a woman in a bus to somewhere. She gets off, walks to a big iron gate. She is welcomed by a nude guy. Ack! It's a nudist colony. But the movie is not about nude people. Fur is about Diane Arbus (played by Nicole Kidman), an influential photogropher from the post-world-war era.But this is not your run-off-the-mill biopic. This definitely had a huge amount of weirdness. I guess</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=7013238239691389581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7013238239691389581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7013238239691389581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/09/fur-imaginary-portrait-of-diane-arbus.html' title='Fur: An Imaginary Portrait of Diane Arbus'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FafJYKmImqU/RuFbf9GdjbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mNRB9NdBDo0/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-2535624078327562213</id><published>2007-08-29T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:50:18.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock the Rehas</title><summary type='text'>Please donate clotes, books, board games, toiletries and beddings.Eastwood Main Plaza, Aug 31 2007, 7:30pm</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=2535624078327562213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/2535624078327562213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/2535624078327562213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/08/rock-rehas.html' title='Rock the Rehas'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FafJYKmImqU/RtUp_NGdjaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LNse5-Cx3yE/s72-c/rehas%2520gig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-5392767704025644793</id><published>2007-08-19T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malu fernandez....can someone take away her filipino citizenship?</title><summary type='text'>I have no plans of cluttering my blog with the full copy of her articles that have caused violent reactions from people.(for links to her articles click here, here and here.)I don't know where to start. So for now (or probably ever), I will not comment about her and her discriminatory and nasty remarks she made about our countrymen (OFWs and those working here).I suggest that she just take up </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=5392767704025644793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5392767704025644793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5392767704025644793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/08/malu-fernandezcan-someone-take-away-her.html' title='malu fernandez....can someone take away her filipino citizenship?'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-3280732592173353772</id><published>2007-08-19T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:54:17.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you need help....</title><summary type='text'>AC_FL_Run_BM("11670");</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=3280732592173353772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/3280732592173353772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/3280732592173353772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-you-need-help.html' title='when you need help....'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-6734777352208135139</id><published>2007-08-17T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:50:18.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rights Rock</title><summary type='text'>A gathering of artists to tell us about our basic human rights. And our essential right to be under the protection of the law at all times. No more disappearances. And to ask again, where is Jonas Burgos? Featuring: Radioactive Sago Project, Mozzie, Rap artists from Tribu, Area 5, Michelle and 2Tay from LockedDown Productions, Jeepney Joyride. A different kind of Human Rights Forum. Start:      </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=6734777352208135139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6734777352208135139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6734777352208135139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/08/rights-rock.html' title='Rights Rock'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FafJYKmImqU/RsVbItGdjZI/AAAAAAAAACs/3kOO-sihvlI/s72-c/SAGUIJO%2BPOSTER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-6251915973662868976</id><published>2007-08-13T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:50:18.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Rush, Rock Ed</title><summary type='text'>In 1986, we had a revolution in less than five days. Dramatic changes happened, it felt like a miracle but it's looking a lot like a cheap quick fix. Today, with a healthy impatience, Rock Ed will take its time.Ten years, for now, to change the mindset of the private citizen. Slower but more sure. No rushing this revolution. In thirty six seconds, let me tell you about our next 8 years.Text by: </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=6251915973662868976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6251915973662868976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6251915973662868976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-rush-rock-ed.html' title='No Rush, Rock Ed'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-2325437940640590350</id><published>2007-07-29T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going on?!?</title><summary type='text'>yan ang isinisigaw ng bawat parte ng katawan noong hapon ng july 19, 2007.  Sa katunayan, alam kong nabubulungan na ang mga kalamnan at taba ng aking mga paa noong july 18.Hindi ako athletic.  Hindi kelan man ako nagkunwaring interesado ako sa sports, maliban sa manood.  (hindi pa lahat ng sports gusto ko panoorin.)  Iba ang sense of adventure ko sa mga kaibigan ko. Pero wala akong nagawa noong </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=2325437940640590350&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/2325437940640590350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/2325437940640590350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/07/whats-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s going on?!?'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-5245275919626109774</id><published>2007-07-24T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:54:22.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of a stage</title><summary type='text'>Next month marks the end of my bum-hood.  After several months of searching, I have finally found a job.  whoopee-doo!  I can now buy books on a whim.Yey.  sarap ng may work.  :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=5245275919626109774&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5245275919626109774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5245275919626109774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/07/end-of-stage.html' title='end of a stage'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-1537872577482488780</id><published>2007-07-11T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:53:06.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers, Robots in Disguise</title><summary type='text'>I think it's about time I wrote a review of sorts of the movie, Transformers.   (I know it's rather late.  So sue me.)  So here goes.I have watched these two alien-robot groups, the Autobots and the Decepticons, fight when I was growing up.  Saturday mornings were not complete without it.  So it was quite understandable why I was very much excited to watch the movie.  Imagine, Optimus will now be</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=1537872577482488780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/1537872577482488780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/1537872577482488780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/07/transformers-robots-in-disguise.html' title='Transformers, Robots in Disguise'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-2874245753979077822</id><published>2007-07-09T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go and party!</title><summary type='text'>driving home one saturday night, i wondered if my neighbors had a social life.  The night was pretty young and most of them were home.  How did I know? Their cars were all parked in the street.  (Quite annoying really as they were double parked.)  There was no social gathering in sight, so what were they all doing home?  Why aren't they spending their hard earned money partying?So what am I doing</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=2874245753979077822&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/2874245753979077822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/2874245753979077822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/07/go-and-party.html' title='go and party!'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-2359775053800758696</id><published>2007-07-03T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:53:13.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two new books from neil gaiman</title><summary type='text'>Neil Gaiman, author of American Gods and the Sandman Series, is releasing two new books with Harper Collins:  Interworld and M for Magic.Interworld is about a guy named Joey Harker.  Joey is the kind of guy who gets lost in his own house.But then one day, Joey gets really lost. He walks straight out of his world and into another dimension.  Joey's walk between the worlds makes him prey to two </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=2359775053800758696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/2359775053800758696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/2359775053800758696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-gaiman-fans.html' title='two new books from neil gaiman'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-8721419619028440367</id><published>2007-07-02T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:53:52.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as a card I am...</title><summary type='text'> You are The HighPriestess Science, Wisdom, Knowledge, Education. The High Priestess is the card ofknowledge, instinctual, supernatural, secret knowledge. She holds scrolls of arcane information that she might, or might not reveal to you. The moon crown on her head as well as the crescent by her foot indicates her willingness to illuminate what you otherwise might not see, reveal the secrets you </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=8721419619028440367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/8721419619028440367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/8721419619028440367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-card-i-am.html' title='as a card I am...'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-6538857524485476479</id><published>2007-06-29T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lihim</title><summary type='text'>Masarap yung may alam na sikreto.  Sa lihim.net, marami kang malalamang sikreto.  (pero malamang di naman natin malalaman kung kanino yung sikreto na yun eh)mahirap ang naglilihim.  mahirap itago ang mga sikreto.  para sa mga nagsusumabog ang dibdib, maging malaya.  Mag-email lang sa lihim.net. :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=6538857524485476479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6538857524485476479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6538857524485476479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/06/lihim.html' title='Lihim'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-454375108246228455</id><published>2007-06-22T16:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:53:28.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Year Anniversary</title><summary type='text'>okey. congratulations. hindi na ito fling. 2nd year anniv na naten. cheers. ipagpatuloy ang kaunlaran. sama kayo. game. dalawang concert para sa dalawang taon ng pawis, paos, at puyat. isa sa saguijo at yung isa naman sa eastwood. mag donate ng mga lumang libro. game. angkulitnanamen. ito na rin ay isang rally for good governance. dahil walang kwenta ang humiyaw na wakasan na ang kahirapan kung </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=454375108246228455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/454375108246228455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/454375108246228455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/06/2nd-year-anniversary.html' title='2nd Year Anniversary'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FafJYKmImqU/RnuKlMpbtEI/AAAAAAAAABM/DYirQYTGyJk/s72-c/one%252Brock%252Bed%252Bnation%252BposterWEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-7486647462816978740</id><published>2007-06-18T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time</title><summary type='text'>It was my first time to be confined last weekend.  After suffering severe headache for three days, and a bum stomach for 2 days, I finally decided to go to the doctor.   After a series of questions, I was told that I will have to stay at the hospital at least overnight for observation.Why did I wait that long?  hmmm... I don't like going to doctors.  I hate filling up forms (okay fine, it was my </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=7486647462816978740&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7486647462816978740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7486647462816978740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-time.html' title='First Time'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-6391491178579598253</id><published>2007-06-18T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my Visual DNA</title><summary type='text'> Read my VisualDNA™     Get your own VisualDNA™</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=6391491178579598253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6391491178579598253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/6391491178579598253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-visual-dna.html' title='my Visual DNA'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-5915637185178039323</id><published>2007-06-16T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>must go to the doctor</title><summary type='text'>If there was one thing I really don't want to lose, it would be my eyesight.  I realized that most of the things i love requires the use of my eyes.Without it I wouldn't be able to:read (yes i know there is such a thing as braille, but magazines are yet to be translated into braille)drivewatch TV or the moviesblog (well probably i can if i had a braille keyboard)check out photos of my friendsYes,</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=5915637185178039323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5915637185178039323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/5915637185178039323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/06/must-go-to-doctor.html' title='must go to the doctor'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-7346203163794577454</id><published>2007-06-14T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:51:26.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes you get used to things that you forget what made you happy before.  At this current state of contentment you forget that there were actually other things that made you happy.One rainy day you chance upon this box labeled "things that make me happy"  or  "open to find laughter".  You open it and you finally remember.  There were certain things that made you happy then.There is nothing </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=7346203163794577454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7346203163794577454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7346203163794577454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/06/remembering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-1590609747303409581</id><published>2007-06-09T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:52:59.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bisita sa Bahay ni Oriang</title><summary type='text'>Kanina nagpunta ako kasama ang ibang mga taga-YTrip sa Bahay Nakpil sa may Quiapo.Kaunting History Lesson Muna.Ang Bahay Nakpil ay hindi kainan sa Maynila.  Ito ang bahay ni Gregoria at Julio Nakpil.  Si Juan Nakpil ay isang Katipunero.  Isa siyang kompositor.  Siya ang pangalawang asawa ni Gregoria de Jesus, na siyang biyuda ni Andres Bonifacio.  Nanirahan si Gregoria at Julio sa Bahay Nakpil </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=1590609747303409581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/1590609747303409581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/1590609747303409581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/06/bisita-sa-bahay-ni-oriang.html' title='Bisita sa Bahay ni Oriang'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FafJYKmImqU/RoS5aKMsZeI/AAAAAAAAABc/Gh4l0Sg2G24/s72-c/P7090393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-7243547741316677491</id><published>2007-06-08T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:53:59.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who we are</title><summary type='text'>Text by Gang Badoy, Rock Ed Founder and Executive DirectorTeam Lestat is the core group of Rock Ed music and arts events. It was named such because we joke each other that no one in the group sleeps til the work is done. It turns out to be anything but a joke. Rock Ed started in the Philippines. It started as a teacher and a musician* going around schools. (*ako at si Noel Cabangon yon) It was </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=7243547741316677491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7243547741316677491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7243547741316677491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/06/who-we-are.html' title='Who we are'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-7249551815254836037</id><published>2007-06-07T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's up, Comelec?</title><summary type='text'>I previously commented that comelec allows everybody to run.  It doesn't stop with Trillanes.Today, Philippine Star reports that there are complaints against the newly elected mayor of Zambales.  Zambales constituents maintain that Mayor Romeo Lonzanida has served more than the limit of three consecutive terms.  In the complaint, Mayor Lonzanida has served since 1988, making him a 7-term mayor.So</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=7249551815254836037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7249551815254836037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7249551815254836037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/06/whats-up-comelec.html' title='what&apos;s up, Comelec?'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-4166780099406006242</id><published>2007-06-02T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something must be done</title><summary type='text'>I was watching the news last night and saw that Trillanes is in as senator.  Then my dad said, "that is if he will be allowed, given that he has a pending case".  (He has pending case in military court for "conduct unbecoming an officer and a gentleman and another separate charge in the Makati RTC of coup d'etat)Now why did the COMELEC even bother to allow him to run?  The election code really </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=4166780099406006242&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/4166780099406006242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/4166780099406006242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/06/something-must-be-done.html' title='something must be done'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27475292.post-7855128661126988090</id><published>2007-05-31T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><summary type='text'>posted new entry at 'wag kang purol.Go check. :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=7855128661126988090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7855128661126988090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7855128661126988090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/05/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-7303858060091846860</id><published>2007-05-31T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag-ulan na</title><summary type='text'>dahil ilang araw na ring umuulan, idiniklara na ng PAGASA na opisyal nang nag-umpisa ang tag-ulan.o waw.  ngayon niyo lang narealize yun? *buntong-hininga*</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=7303858060091846860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7303858060091846860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/7303858060091846860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/05/tag-ulan-na.html' title='tag-ulan na'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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-27475292.post-1197784396680383069</id><published>2007-05-29T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:20.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>totoo pala.</title><summary type='text'>kala ko nun urban myth yung mga sinasabi nilang "lost" na tao.  pero dahil sa iyo, pinatunayan mong totoo pala ito.but no matter what, i wish you luck.  :D*para sa mga taong kilala ang tinutukoy ko....dahan dahan sa pagcomment okay? </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27475292&amp;postID=1197784396680383069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/1197784396680383069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27475292/posts/default/1197784396680383069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebuttalqueen.blogspot.com/2007/05/totoo-pala.html' title='totoo pala.'/><author><name>Lost Girl</name><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></feed>
