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  <title>s u p e r s t a r *</title>
  <subtitle>...we're breakable</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-06-15T10:33:08Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_super_star_:72005</id>
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    <title>_super_star_ @ 2008-06-15T18:31:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-15T10:29:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-15T10:33:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Knowing popular people doesn't make you popular (or rich).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stop the name dropping!!!&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_super_star_:71783</id>
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    <title>_super_star_ @ 2008-01-01T14:01:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-01T05:55:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-01T05:55:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;ME&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#99cc00"&gt;RR&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;Y &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#339966"&gt;CH&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;RI&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#99cc00"&gt;ST&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;MA&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#339966"&gt;S&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;AN&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#99cc00"&gt;D &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#339966"&gt;HA&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;PP&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#99cc00"&gt;Y &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;NE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#339966"&gt;W &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;YE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#99cc00"&gt;AR&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#800000"&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#339966"&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;img width="339" height="279" align="middle" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/starfish1979/Photo_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;we jingle coins on new year's eve for good luck.&lt;br /&gt;what's your family's new year tradition?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_super_star_:71026</id>
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    <title>a year for scratched fenders and insurance claims</title>
    <published>2007-12-02T00:58:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-02T00:58:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so this is my second car mishap for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, my last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i'm a bad driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it usually involves chauvinistic men intimidating women drivers and making fools and asses of themselves in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with these kind of men around, i guess i'm just hoping too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dream on.</content>
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    <title>_super_star_ @ 2007-11-25T10:39:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-25T02:51:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-25T02:51:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i just remembered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on a cab on my way home.&amp;nbsp; the cab driver had the radio on and the dj&amp;nbsp;was talking about a cause for people with mental retardation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dj: &lt;em&gt;kini mahitungod sa mga tao nga mentally retarded. sama anang mga mongoloid. kana bitaw mga tao nga abnormal ug nawng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;translation:&amp;nbsp; this is all about people who are mentally retarded like those mongoloids. those people with abnormal faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abnormal faces??&lt;br /&gt;that's the only way you can describe them? abnormal faces??&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even know they still use the term "mongoloid" now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like somebody didn't do their research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: /</content>
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    <title>_super_star_ @ 2007-11-21T21:17:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-21T13:07:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-21T13:07:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;christmas will be a little late this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister's coming home in january.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>_super_star_ @ 2007-11-18T14:34:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-18T06:33:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-02T12:30:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;i dreamt of angelina jolie.&lt;br /&gt;i know it sounds &lt;em&gt;so cliche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;but when you dream of miss jolie&lt;br /&gt;it's definitely&amp;nbsp;not anything decent.&lt;br /&gt;which i found very amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if brad was in it, though.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>thud! said the head</title>
    <published>2007-10-18T05:00:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-22T04:44:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;i released the rope&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;and let the blade drop&lt;br /&gt;i watched the head roll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thud! &lt;/em&gt;said the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i peered inside the basket&lt;br /&gt;a mixed expression on her face&lt;br /&gt;i can't really tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm sorry &lt;/em&gt;was all i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- the bearer of bad news&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>_super_star_ @ 2007-09-23T01:27:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-22T17:37:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-22T17:37:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Some weeks ago, my aunt had severe abdominal pains and underwent surgery due to perforated intestine.&amp;nbsp;A part of her intestine was cut. My sister says that after all those lab works and prayers, she's doing great and lookin' good! She dropped &lt;strong&gt;17 pounds!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seventeen pounds!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 135 to 118 pounds!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc, I'm willing to donate part of my intestine. Please, slice me up and let's get this over with. Let's do this!&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Yeah...yeah, of course, I'm kidding. Pshh! Kids, this is not good. Don't do this at home.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>_super_star_ @ 2007-09-15T11:04:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-15T02:57:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-15T02:57:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;working with someone who has mood swings that come and go every other time you blink is dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/me mouths *HELP*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Give me a...</title>
    <published>2007-09-13T04:18:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-13T04:18:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;yesterday, a 4 year-old kid called me a cheerleader...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid: teacher, you're a cheerleader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: a cheerleader? then i must find my pompoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid: what are pompoms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: tthose fluffy things that cheerleaders wave when they cheer for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid: you're a beautiful cheerleader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww...thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;em&gt;beautiful &lt;/em&gt;i can handle. the &lt;em&gt;cheerleader&lt;/em&gt;? waaay too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i blushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't handle compliments well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>_super_star_ @ 2007-06-28T12:05:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-28T03:58:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-28T04:00:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Are you a Filipina?&lt;br /&gt;Cebuana?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to live YOUR dream life in the USA???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="CLICK TO FULFILL YOUR USA DREAM"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="548" alt="" width="533" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/starfish1979/ohno.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I need to find me a USA man.&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>_super_star_ @ 2007-06-17T18:22:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-17T10:45:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-17T10:45:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;my friend &lt;strong&gt;kat&lt;/strong&gt; just left for the states yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on thursday morning, she texted me that she's planning on leaving the philippines with her boyfriend. i told her if that's her plans then i'll support it. i asked her when they are planning to leave. she replied this saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like...what?&amp;nbsp;she&amp;nbsp;tells me &lt;strong&gt;2 days &lt;/strong&gt;before&amp;nbsp;she's leaving?? we just went out a week before and she never told me anything. i mean i know&amp;nbsp;she's leaving soon but not that soon. if any of you were in my position, you would get mad, too. i was soooo pissed with her so i texted her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;ah ok.&amp;nbsp;if that's your decision then i can't&amp;nbsp;do anything about it. i just wish you tell me things sooner. i know you'll be busy for the next 2 days. text me if you have time to meet.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i'm furious with her for not telling me, i couldn't let her go without us seeing each other. she's my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it turned out that she really got busy on thursday and friday. so we met&amp;nbsp;at 730am&amp;nbsp;on saturday, her flight's at 5pm, for breakfast. &lt;strong&gt;cha, soisoi, and lalai &lt;/strong&gt;were there, too. she was about to cry when i picked her up at her house. i think i said something funny to lighten up the mood coz i might cry, too. so we talked and joked around. the usual things we do but there were always those moments when everyone would scramble for something to say so no one would start crying.&amp;nbsp; i didn't even dare ask her why she told us this late. somehow i understood her reasons. we finished breakfast at 10am and we had to drive her back home coz she still has to finish packing. as much as you want to delay it...the tears went rolling around this time. ugh...don't you just wish to skip this part of goodbyes coz i&amp;nbsp;seriously hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there. i once again had to say goodbye to a dear friend. someone whom i have known for 10 years and shared the most memorable and the funniest (and the funnest) friendship ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks, kat.&lt;br /&gt;i'll see you again someday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>random things</title>
    <published>2007-06-10T19:01:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-10T19:01:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last entry: feb 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. that's a pretty long time ago. mmm...whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the weekend and a long one at that. time to sleep late and wake up late.&amp;nbsp;i feel tired of sleeping too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random things. random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] my car got sideswiped by an overtaking a-hole a couple weeks ago.&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;1-foot scratch at the left&amp;nbsp;fender and small ones on the bumper. what's worse was that&amp;nbsp;we had to chase the fool all over ayala road. a&amp;nbsp;"hit and run" if you may call it.&amp;nbsp;lucky for us the vehicle had this big &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*****-rent-a car&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; painted on the back of his vehicle. ha! such a loser. so we got his plate number, stopped the chase, and went to their shop. the shock they got when we got there first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make&amp;nbsp;a long story short: the driver denied it, we said he did it. clearly it was his fault.&amp;nbsp;i filed&amp;nbsp;a police report. got estimates for the damage. he says it's too expensive. so it's either they pay or we'll settle this with a lawyer. so they said they'll have it fixed. so now the car's fixed. i'm happy. everybody's happy. well except for the reckless driver and the rent-a-car owner. i don't know how they're gonna settle that over there but i got what i want and i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] my parents came back from their trip to the US. they went for a convention and visited my sister in new jersey. i think they had a blast over there. they watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;phantom of the opera &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;les miserables&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. too bad it wasn't lea salonga playing fantine. but, still, it was great. good for them. they needed that vacation. they brought back the usual &lt;em&gt;pasalubongs &lt;/em&gt;people ask for. chocolates, lotions, shampoos, etc. they bought clothes for us. some are nice. yeah. some...i'm not too sure. they got me this cute blouse, which is really nice, but they bought 2 more for me in different colors. hahah. i really wonder why people do that. same cut, same style,&amp;nbsp;different color. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] best wishes to my friend, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kathy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. she's getting married soon. woohoo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] working on my visa screen. i'm sooo tired of this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ugly betty &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;had a better season finale than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;heroes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i mean, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the heroes fight scene wasn't that good. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hiro nakamura &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;had to learn all those sword fighting moves from his swordsman father and all he did to kill &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sylar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was run and thrust it at him. i mean come on. there should have been a kick ass fight scene before he killed him. and one more thing... why didn't &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;claire bennet&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;shoot &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;peter petrelli? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i mean she stabbed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ted &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;with a tranquilizer before. even if the shot would kill him, he can spit the bullet out or claire could fish for the bullet out of him or something. i was hoping for a better ending than that. but i think i would still watch the 2nd season. glad they saved the world, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ugly betty?? oooooh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;santos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is dead i guess. tsk tsk tsk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alexis &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;daniel meade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;are in a car crash. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;claire meade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is an escaped convict. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wilhelmina slater &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bradford meade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;are getting married. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;henry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;may not be the father of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;charlie's child. amanda &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is the daughter of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fey sommers&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ay caramba! &lt;/em&gt;can't wait for the next season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...too much tv time??? i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that sums it all up. well, i'm tired. i guess more stories some other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>_super_star_ @ 2007-02-26T09:18:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-26T01:51:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-26T01:51:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">two sundays ago, i almost got pickpocketed(?) in ayala mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister and i were going down the escalator (near roma mia) when a guy stood behind me. my sister thought he was standing way too close to me but didn't mind coz the escalator was a bit crowded, too. i was using this gap jean bag which someone gave to me. it has a velcro strap&amp;nbsp;in the middle that holds the bag close. so the sides are open. so anyway, i was minding my own business when i felt someone was tugging on my bag and the velcro kinda made this slow ripping sound like someone was opening it.&amp;nbsp; so i looked back and caught this guy (who was standing way too close to me) quickly looking away and kinda pulling his hand back and resting it on his backpack which he held in front of him. i looked at him in shock and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;nagunsa ka&lt;/em&gt;? (what are you doing?)&lt;br /&gt;guy: &lt;em&gt;ha? wa man&lt;/em&gt;. (nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;imong gihilabtan akong bag&lt;/em&gt;! (you were touching my bag!)&lt;br /&gt;guy: &lt;em&gt;wa oi&lt;/em&gt;. (no i wasn't)&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;nakakita ko. imong gihilabtan akong bag&lt;/em&gt;. (i saw you. you were touching my bag.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got to the bottom of the escalator and he walked away with his girl companion. my sister&amp;nbsp;said the girl said "tana" (let's go) and they went out of the mall. thank goodness he wasn't able to get anything but i called security to run after the guy and the girl. who knows what other stolen stuff he had in his backpack. i don't&amp;nbsp;know if they were&amp;nbsp;able to catch him. i didn't stick around. i was a bit shaky afterwards. i can't believe i confronted him and accused him even. i guess that was the adrenalin accusing him. but hey...if he really didn't try to touch my bag, he would have defended himself. he would have assured me that he didn't. he wouldn't just walk away and let others think he was a pickpocket. i mean it's just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let this be a wakeup call. no place is safe. &lt;em&gt;dili gyud mag tanga tanga&lt;/em&gt;. secure your&amp;nbsp; things. i guess i was a bit careless, too, using that kind of bag which is an open invitation for pickpockets. but i just thought i was safe and that things like that&amp;nbsp;would never happen to me. well, it did and i could still remember his face. i wish i could have slapped him with my bag. really. we really have to be careful.</content>
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    <title>valentine's day and poop</title>
    <published>2007-02-16T02:31:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-16T02:31:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::02/14::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at work, everything was very valentine-y. balloon hearts were plastered on the doors of the doctors' office while cutout hearts and cupids were taped all over the center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conversation&amp;nbsp;of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a 3-year-old kid, &lt;strong&gt;bernie, &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;enters the cubicle where i was having a treatment session with a 2-year-old kid, &lt;strong&gt;joshua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bernie: &lt;/strong&gt;(to joshua) happy valentine's day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;and what do you say to bernie, josh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joshua: &lt;/strong&gt;(looks and smiles at bernie) choo-choo train!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't kids the cutest??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentine's day was spent with friends. it has been our tradition for almost 5 years. no dates with boyfriends or husbands or lovers on valentine's day.&amp;nbsp; they could tag along, though, but valentine's day is a time for friends. so we dressed nice and had a superb dinner at &lt;strong&gt;spice fusion&lt;/strong&gt;. the first plan was to watch the &lt;strong&gt;lea salonga concert &lt;/strong&gt;but it was waaay too expensive and no one was eager to spend p3000 or p4000 for a dinner and a concert. so we just had a dinner and stuffed ourselves with dessert at &lt;strong&gt;postrio&lt;/strong&gt;. oh, and we did some cam-whoring, too. on the way home, we harassed dating passersby. we rolled down the car windows and hollered "uuuuuuuuuuuy" at them. if you were one of our victims, please don't kill us. heheheh. 'twas a fun night. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:02/15::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing exciting happened today besides my patient pooping on his diaper before we started our session. i really should suggest one of those diaper changer tables in the bathroom. it's sooo hard to change diapers on the sink. seriously. it's hard. i didn't change the kid...the yaya did. i helped a little (carried the kid, opened the door for some needed fresh air, etc.) plus, they forgot to bring extra diapers. so i looked after the kid while the yaya went out to buy diapers. the kid was a bit uncooperative coz he was sleepy. had to cut the activities short. you really can't do&amp;nbsp;much with an uncooperative kid. but i still got really tired afterwards. i can't wait for friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;things to do on friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay home and watch grey's anatomy season 3, heroes, and ugly betty. yey! marathon na ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great weekend everyone. :)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>_super_star_ @ 2007-02-04T09:18:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-04T01:22:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-04T01:22:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">isn't it sad when the parents forget to invite you on your &lt;em&gt;inaanak's &lt;/em&gt;birthday party but the mom &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;fails&amp;nbsp;to send text messages reminding you of your obligatory presents to the&amp;nbsp;kid on christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...someone's gonna be getting coal this christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah...don't blame it on the kid...i know.</content>
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    <title>a criminal vs. the people of the world</title>
    <published>2007-01-29T01:13:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-29T01:13:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;so tell me...enlighten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is it with being 27 and not married?&amp;nbsp;why does it come as a shock when you say you're not married and&amp;nbsp;you don't have kids? one day&amp;nbsp;i'll be there, just not now.&amp;nbsp; is it such a crime to be unattached at 27? does it make me less of a person...a woman? how come no one ever says "oh, good for you." when you say you're not married.&amp;nbsp; all you get are questioning looks and unending why's. &lt;em&gt;why why why why why...why&lt;/em&gt;???? well &lt;em&gt;why not ?????&lt;/em&gt; one day i'll give birth to a thousand kids and let them all eat you alive...you and your convicting looks!!! sheesh!!!&amp;nbsp;people equate being unmarried at 27 like i've commited manslaughter or&amp;nbsp;i've done witchcraft and should be burned to death. &lt;em&gt;kill her! kill her. she's sssssingle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh the crime of being single. lock me up now and take me away from this crazy mob.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;grow up, people. or better yet...shut up!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>_super_star_ @ 2006-12-25T01:36:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-24T17:36:12Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/starfish1979/christmastree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays to you and your loved ones. :D&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>christmas tree</title>
    <published>2006-12-20T16:52:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-20T16:52:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so it's 4 days 'til christmas and my sister and i decided to take down all the decorations from the tree and re-do everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, my mother had this crazy idea of hiring someone to put up christmas decorations in the house.&amp;nbsp; why? i don't know. don't ask me.&amp;nbsp; isn't putting everything up&amp;nbsp;the fun part? it's the taking everything down i don't like. hmmm...maybe that's why i'm not feeling christmas this year.&amp;nbsp; usually the&amp;nbsp;"christmas-y" feeling starts creeping in me around the 2nd week of december but it's already 4 days 'til christmas and i'm not feeling any christmas spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, we agreed on hiring this person to decorate the house. it's too late to decline, plus he needed the extra cash. so i told my mother that he can decorate wherever and whatever&amp;nbsp;he wants just...leave...the...christmas...tree...to...me.&amp;nbsp; we (my sisters &amp;amp; i) always do the tree. we've been doing it for ages and it's been a tradition but i guess this guy&amp;nbsp;a) didn't listen, b) forgot that i specifically said not to do the tree, c) wanted the tree for himself&amp;nbsp;and did the tree. so you would expect my shock when i came home with the tree and&amp;nbsp;all the decorations up. by "all decorations", i mean "all".&amp;nbsp; silver, gold, red, white, angels, balls, apples, socks,&amp;nbsp;flowers, eggs, ribbons, and unmatching christmas lights.&amp;nbsp;believe me.&amp;nbsp; it was chaos.&amp;nbsp; and i think he placed the decorations first before the christmas lights. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we tried toning down the decorations by getting some matching christmas lights and removing some stuff here and some stuff there. it looked a bit better. hmmm...so-so. but tonight, i guess my sister and i thought of the same thing.&amp;nbsp; while waiting for dinner, my sister and i just stared at the tree and thought we really really needed to strip off the tree with all decorations and re-do everything and we did. we had to. it was not a happy tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just finished re-decorating the tree an hour ago.&amp;nbsp; you know what would be nice? a before and after pic. unfortunately, i wasn't able to take a before pic (coz i didn't think i'd be writing this in my journal) but i'll get an after pic tomorrow (coz i'm lazy). will post ASAP.&amp;nbsp; let me just say i feel satisfied now and i know the christmas feeling i was telling you about?&amp;nbsp; it's just creeping around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho ho ho. :)</content>
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    <title>Thank you...thank you...thank you!!!</title>
    <published>2006-12-10T18:21:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-12T02:41:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">after 1 month and 13 days later (it doesn't sound that long to you but believe me...it was hell for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after pimple breakouts due to stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after checking my mail first thing in the morning for almost everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after getting jumpy with all the text messages that has the word "results" in it&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day has finally come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the results have arrived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I PASSED!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a million thanks to everyone...for all the prayers, love and support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let me just say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;BOOYAH!!! :D&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>_super_star_ @ 2006-11-27T06:28:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-26T22:28:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-26T22:28:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/starfish1979/Photo_110806_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign found inside a bookstore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't get that, let me rephrase&amp;nbsp;it &amp;nbsp;for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This area is for the only of the childrens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>home sweet...not!</title>
    <published>2006-11-12T01:30:13Z</published>
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    <content type="html">during my 2-week stay in manila, it was somewhat eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of weeks before we were set to go to manila, my friend kat and i searched for places we could live in for 2 weeks. we really weren't &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; picky but we have to set some requirements for our "ideal" place, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;budget: must not be more than p1000, preferably at the p500 - p600 range.&lt;br /&gt;cleanliness, safety and security: a must.&lt;br /&gt;aircon: preferred but can be optional (if there's an electric fan).&lt;br /&gt;location: quezon city area, must be near the testing site.&lt;br /&gt;must be conducive for studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's reasonable. right? piece-o-cake!  so we started our hunt. directories.  newspapers. internet. mirc. well, hmmm this is harder than i thought. the places we found were either too far or too expensive. yikes. we asked our friend abe (who's living in pasay) to help us out. the gentleman that he is, he said "no problem...just leave it to me." we took the opportunity and thanked him profusely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast-forward to the day we arrived in manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there we were...driving around quezon city area looking for the place abe found for us. kat's cousin was really nice and drove us to the place. well, the place looked a little seedy. i had a weird feeling about the place, but we checked it out anyway. so we got to the front desk and asked if we could see the place. he looked at us...grinned...grabbed the keys and lead us to one of the rooms. he turned the key, turned the light on and we went in. the place looks clean, big...kinda dark though. can we turn on more lights? ma'am this is the only light in the room. oh the light...let me tell you about the light. it was just a small bulb in the freakin' doorway. who can see in this kind of light??? * * * wait just one sec... * * * zomg! is this a motel? i mean who would need lots of lights in a motel...duh! so we zoomed out the place before anyone could say what the f---?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;to be continued...&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>well,</title>
    <published>2006-07-03T13:51:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-03T13:51:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i guess i was the only one who didn't watch the boxing match.</content>
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    <title>bits and pieces</title>
    <published>2006-06-22T01:50:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-22T01:50:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i went to my orthodontist yesterday for my annual cleaning. i love going to her clinic coz she's so &lt;em&gt;chikadora.&lt;/em&gt; well, not that she makes&amp;nbsp;gossip or something. she just has really great stories to tell. and she's really nice too. her parents are dentists, her siblings are dentists, she even got married to a dentist. i bet her children never had cavities and they eat toothpaste for dessert. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, she said my teeth look good but i'm due to have my left wisdom teeth removed.&amp;nbsp; so we have to schedule that. had the right ones removed last 2002 since they're impacted and growing the wrong way.&amp;nbsp; so i said the sooner the better. so i'm having it removed on tuesday. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really should be studying now. i have a textbook and a reviewer to read, re-read and more or less memorize. i sure will be happy when this is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister had driving lessons the other day and she wanted me to tag along.&amp;nbsp; so the instructor said we should go and join the traffic but my sister was kinda apprehensive and wanted to drive somewhere where there were "no cars".&amp;nbsp; so we found one and drove round and round two freakin' blocks for like an hour and a half which got me soooo dizzy in the backseat. but she's making progress though. excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a text message from kat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAYINGS TO LIVE BY:&lt;br /&gt;1. birds of the same feather are the same birds&lt;br /&gt;2. do not do unto others what you can't do&lt;br /&gt;3. an apple a day is not an apple at night&lt;br /&gt;4. when the cat is away the mouse is alone&lt;br /&gt;5. if others can do it, don't help&lt;br /&gt;6. tell me who your friends are and i'll tell you mine&lt;br /&gt;7. better late than pregnant&lt;br /&gt;8. early to bed and early to rise makes you sleepy in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;9. ang ilog na tahimik ay malalim, ang ilog na maingay may naglalaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all. back to studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.</content>
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    <title>_super_star_ @ 2006-05-12T09:33:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-12T01:37:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-12T01:37:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">goodness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been raining for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please...please...please...don't let it be the end of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still need my summer overload.</content>
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