<?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-2678546052191661328</id><updated>2012-02-19T17:51:55.713+08:00</updated><category term='randomness'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='15-day challenge'/><category term='gucci'/><category term='bcbg'/><category term='styling'/><category term='The Perks of Being a Wallflower'/><category term='dior'/><category term='music'/><category term='8 things'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='electronica'/><category term='party in your tummy'/><category term='food'/><category term='new found glory'/><category term='internet'/><category term='veggies'/><category term='all time low'/><category term='concert'/><category term='maxmara'/><category term='chanel'/><category term='carrots'/><category term='Pray for Japan'/><category term='dresses'/><category term='boots'/><category term='420'/><title type='text'>Young &amp; Reckless</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>238</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-3348355563087486592</id><published>2012-02-06T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T01:38:32.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladytron is Wrong (Birthday Blog)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;They only want you when you're seventeen&lt;br /&gt;When you're twenty-one, you're no fun.&lt;/blockquote&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Seventeen&lt;/i&gt;, Ladytron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to prove Ladytron's lyrics to this song, &lt;b&gt;wrong&lt;/b&gt;. Last January 26, I officially turned legal all over the world. Yes, I am twenty-one. At first it feels kind of weird that now you have to say it but then it doesn't really feel any different. Honestly, it still feels like I'm nineteen years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day itself, I decided to spend it with my dad since my mom wasn't around. We had dinner at Ramen Cool in Kapitolyo and then we bought Moonleaf after. See, now my day is never complete without milk tea. The food in Ramen Cool was so good that it makes me want to go back again! Their sushi was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kjhp6GTkQbU/Ty60Ocl4HBI/AAAAAAAABQU/OtLAiWYDvcc/s1600/bday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kjhp6GTkQbU/Ty60Ocl4HBI/AAAAAAAABQU/OtLAiWYDvcc/s400/bday.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was the only photo from that dinner. That's my dad by the way. I wish I had more photos though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Kapitolyo, we headed straight to Tiendesitas so dad could have coffee and have Karla (together with our other friends) pick me up. We went to The Fort to meet up with Jacob and headed off to Cubao X for the Fluxxe reunion. I'm not really one for parties, for my birthday last year I had dinner and coffee with friends and this was quite different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-20quulxYh0w/Ty65UMeZtwI/AAAAAAAABQc/KBtXVGiGyZc/s1600/401337_10150621697336201_634621200_11410000_728088244_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-20quulxYh0w/Ty65UMeZtwI/AAAAAAAABQc/KBtXVGiGyZc/s400/401337_10150621697336201_634621200_11410000_728088244_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Eunice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ihuedB8Ekk/Ty65XHZovSI/AAAAAAAABQk/he-MQt_bMU0/s1600/419801_10150621710521201_634621200_11410090_100848489_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ihuedB8Ekk/Ty65XHZovSI/AAAAAAAABQk/he-MQt_bMU0/s400/419801_10150621710521201_634621200_11410090_100848489_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Willar and Dave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VWN_ZIRstQk/Ty65YIWjTfI/AAAAAAAABQs/KPRmLgEi9vA/s1600/420867_10150621699531201_634621200_11410025_233665285_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VWN_ZIRstQk/Ty65YIWjTfI/AAAAAAAABQs/KPRmLgEi9vA/s400/420867_10150621699531201_634621200_11410025_233665285_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can I just say, mukha akong basura next to him?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xJpGeLthQlk/Ty65ZJ3W9sI/AAAAAAAABQ0/wcQdN-dIrgY/s1600/424924_10150621696831201_634621200_11409994_953281325_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xJpGeLthQlk/Ty65ZJ3W9sI/AAAAAAAABQ0/wcQdN-dIrgY/s400/424924_10150621696831201_634621200_11409994_953281325_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fiercest. Eunice and Mark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ro6BY1FFoDI/Ty65aadN6CI/AAAAAAAABQ8/lGzE-mFDsMg/s1600/431981_1816549149496_1713140531_911674_480293172_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ro6BY1FFoDI/Ty65aadN6CI/AAAAAAAABQ8/lGzE-mFDsMg/s400/431981_1816549149496_1713140531_911674_480293172_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IvpJBJF8FWE/Ty66B7DN_LI/AAAAAAAABRM/uMV33OQpkdY/s1600/409183_1816515428653_1713140531_911639_433240168_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IvpJBJF8FWE/Ty66B7DN_LI/AAAAAAAABRM/uMV33OQpkdY/s400/409183_1816515428653_1713140531_911639_433240168_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With Jacob and Karla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3e-hebIVLNU/Ty66Am0fQzI/AAAAAAAABRE/QtbFJ39leuk/s1600/395242_1816514028618_1713140531_911638_1079111697_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3e-hebIVLNU/Ty66Am0fQzI/AAAAAAAABRE/QtbFJ39leuk/s400/395242_1816514028618_1713140531_911638_1079111697_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy fucking birthday to me + semi-signature red lipstick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Photos courtesy of &lt;a href="http://thekarlaynzon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karla Ynzon&lt;/a&gt; (b/w) and &lt;a href="http://paulhighness.tumblr.com/"&gt;Paul Jatayna&lt;/a&gt; (colored).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps.&lt;br /&gt;Will post my birthday haul soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-3348355563087486592?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/3348355563087486592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=3348355563087486592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3348355563087486592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3348355563087486592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2012/02/ladytron-is-wrong.html' title='Ladytron is Wrong (Birthday Blog)'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kjhp6GTkQbU/Ty60Ocl4HBI/AAAAAAAABQU/OtLAiWYDvcc/s72-c/bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-5032533542066806246</id><published>2012-01-25T06:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T06:53:53.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Birthday Post: A Wish List</title><content type='html'>By now, you're probably aware of how semi-obsessed I am with compiling photos of things I want and including them in my *insert occasion here* wish list. And now I did it again since I have the perfect excuse to do so because my birthday is coming up! Here are the things that I would really want to have at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZ4eZM1w1Lk/Tx8jNK_sGKI/AAAAAAAABNE/oxeK61dXMl0/s1600/FYS+live+in+Manila.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZ4eZM1w1Lk/Tx8jNK_sGKI/AAAAAAAABNE/oxeK61dXMl0/s400/FYS+live+in+Manila.jpg" width="365" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Four Year Strong Live in Manila tickets. It's no secret that I'm a pretty big fan of FYS and I couldn't pass up the chance of going to their concert even if it's during my (thesis) defense week. The ticket prices cost a bit more than how much I'm willing to pay though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ckhn_vHY5YQ/Tx8jhx78JqI/AAAAAAAABPQ/wW0VE0p5W3M/s1600/oversized+jumpers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ckhn_vHY5YQ/Tx8jhx78JqI/AAAAAAAABPQ/wW0VE0p5W3M/s400/oversized+jumpers.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing screams comfy than an over-sized top. I'm obsessed with these kinds of apparel lately and I don't think it would hurt to own some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qcyZOqpiRRs/Tx8jIzUAhBI/AAAAAAAABMs/up7LXbn49KA/s1600/Electric+Geo+Dress+F21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qcyZOqpiRRs/Tx8jIzUAhBI/AAAAAAAABMs/up7LXbn49KA/s400/Electric+Geo+Dress+F21.jpg" width="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ngcKNf2vJg/Tx8jGBqtVWI/AAAAAAAABMc/tm4shE5vsR8/s1600/Colorful+Print+Dress+F21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ngcKNf2vJg/Tx8jGBqtVWI/AAAAAAAABMc/tm4shE5vsR8/s400/Colorful+Print+Dress+F21.jpg" width="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FNRhNlh_QGU/Tx8jLIkG9lI/AAAAAAAABM8/rVmGR0srul4/s1600/Floral+tiered+dress+F21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FNRhNlh_QGU/Tx8jLIkG9lI/AAAAAAAABM8/rVmGR0srul4/s1600/Floral+tiered+dress+F21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FNRhNlh_QGU/Tx8jLIkG9lI/AAAAAAAABM8/rVmGR0srul4/s400/Floral+tiered+dress+F21.jpg" width="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BJ2-x4XEMfY/Tx8jkjUHpKI/AAAAAAAABPg/xh97i6vHkYY/s1600/Pleated+PolkaDot+Dress+F21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BJ2-x4XEMfY/Tx8jkjUHpKI/AAAAAAAABPg/xh97i6vHkYY/s400/Pleated+PolkaDot+Dress+F21.jpg" width="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dresses. These are all from Forever 21. Just in case you would want to buy me one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aWeDvi-VXDs/Tx8jIE7bh9I/AAAAAAAABMk/zqIrWTR4VzA/s1600/Destroyed+Denim+Jacket+F21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aWeDvi-VXDs/Tx8jIE7bh9I/AAAAAAAABMk/zqIrWTR4VzA/s400/Destroyed+Denim+Jacket+F21.jpg" width="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zuCRJQ6YitE/Tx8jN2ykRQI/AAAAAAAABNM/ybTsmqHwVWI/s1600/Grey+cardigan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zuCRJQ6YitE/Tx8jN2ykRQI/AAAAAAAABNM/ybTsmqHwVWI/s400/Grey+cardigan.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A denim jacket (also from Forever 21) and a nice over-sized cardigan 'cause I never got around to owning another one after le ex boyfriend &lt;i&gt;lost&lt;/i&gt; the one my mom gave me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-op7iUeQ658U/Tx8jltZPYyI/AAAAAAAABPo/CLSq7s6iark/s1600/Skinny+jeans.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-op7iUeQ658U/Tx8jltZPYyI/AAAAAAAABPo/CLSq7s6iark/s400/Skinny+jeans.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2JE8H5p0pus/Tx8jns1fxjI/AAAAAAAABPw/GZ1GJETaeK0/s1600/Spike+Studded+skinnies+F21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2JE8H5p0pus/Tx8jns1fxjI/AAAAAAAABPw/GZ1GJETaeK0/s400/Spike+Studded+skinnies+F21.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;New jeans for me, please! You see, I never really own a lot of jeans because each time I attempt buying a pair, there's always something wrong. It's either it's too short for me or the fit just seems a little off. So this year I'm really looking forward to the perfect pair since my favorite ones need to be put to rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fHrTmOT-0ps/Tx8jJysK6fI/AAAAAAAABM0/W5mOWE4g4bQ/s1600/F21+Acid+Washed+Shorts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fHrTmOT-0ps/Tx8jJysK6fI/AAAAAAAABM0/W5mOWE4g4bQ/s400/F21+Acid+Washed+Shorts.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Acid washed shorts from Forever 21. You might have noticed that I've been putting a lot of stuff from F21 on my wish lists, it's because they have branches here in the Philippines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6q_gV_x7FM/Tx8jAd7DAPI/AAAAAAAABME/SWE4lIXJrH4/s1600/16.Nike-Dri-FIT-Red-Card-Tempo-Womens-Soccer-Shorts.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6q_gV_x7FM/Tx8jAd7DAPI/AAAAAAAABME/SWE4lIXJrH4/s400/16.Nike-Dri-FIT-Red-Card-Tempo-Womens-Soccer-Shorts.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZGV1rRPLl8/Tx8je5T8NzI/AAAAAAAABPE/jfPCF9yKXTg/s1600/Nike+Women%2527s+reversible+mesh+shorts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="393" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZGV1rRPLl8/Tx8je5T8NzI/AAAAAAAABPE/jfPCF9yKXTg/s400/Nike+Women%2527s+reversible+mesh+shorts.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dri-Fit Soccer shorts and these incredibly cute reversible mesh shorts from Nike. Remember one of my new year's resolutions wherein I promised to keep fit / healthy? Well yeah, I'm pushing through with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8IV7xs78oBU/Tx8jVgCJ17I/AAAAAAAABN0/R9luQNdsHiY/s1600/Jesse+Jo+Stark+VANS+creepers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8IV7xs78oBU/Tx8jVgCJ17I/AAAAAAAABN0/R9luQNdsHiY/s400/Jesse+Jo+Stark+VANS+creepers.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OykRCZs2j-A/Tx8jA0aJNJI/AAAAAAAABMM/H1J7seMpG8s/s1600/black+vans.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OykRCZs2j-A/Tx8jA0aJNJI/AAAAAAAABMM/H1J7seMpG8s/s400/black+vans.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Because I just loooooooove Vans. Jesse Jo Stark's creepers for said brand and a pair of classic, all black Authentics. I was going to get the latter the previous year but I ended up buying the royal blue ones that I've wanted for quite some time just because they didn't have sizes for women during that period.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gfuzIRFw9ik/Tx8jd2RlHsI/AAAAAAAABO8/cWrIRULhYMk/s1600/Nike+Air+Max+90+Womens+Grey+Chlorine+Blue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gfuzIRFw9ik/Tx8jd2RlHsI/AAAAAAAABO8/cWrIRULhYMk/s400/Nike+Air+Max+90+Womens+Grey+Chlorine+Blue.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nike Air Max Women's in Grey / Blue Chlorine for jogging. I never had a pair of cross-trainers since sixth grade. Honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q_p7Ht8_Jio/Tx8jPnFw45I/AAAAAAAABNc/xjP0DkMaJ0o/s1600/Iron+Fist+Zombie+flats.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q_p7Ht8_Jio/Tx8jPnFw45I/AAAAAAAABNc/xjP0DkMaJ0o/s400/Iron+Fist+Zombie+flats.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a-r33Sw8r84/Tx8jjq_QjbI/AAAAAAAABPY/MMNHXCgv2lQ/s1600/Perfect+Platform+-+Nude.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a-r33Sw8r84/Tx8jjq_QjbI/AAAAAAAABPY/MMNHXCgv2lQ/s400/Perfect+Platform+-+Nude.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c9yUPiaiYco/Tx8jTsKpqeI/AAAAAAAABNk/U7dw30p7z9A/s1600/Jeffrey+Campbell+99+lace+up+booties+silver.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c9yUPiaiYco/Tx8jTsKpqeI/AAAAAAAABNk/U7dw30p7z9A/s400/Jeffrey+Campbell+99+lace+up+booties+silver.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z_DVArVp7pM/Tx8jUacjSQI/AAAAAAAABNs/dV89KNlVarA/s1600/Jeffrey+Campbell+99+lace+up+booties.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z_DVArVp7pM/Tx8jUacjSQI/AAAAAAAABNs/dV89KNlVarA/s400/Jeffrey+Campbell+99+lace+up+booties.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Girly shoes! The first one might not be too girly seeing that they're zombie flats (Iron Fist) but they're too cute to ignore. I can already imagine myself wearing them with my all-black outfits (default outfit 24/7). The Perfect Platform in Nude from Nasty Gal looks incredibly comfortable. So does the 99 lace booties from Jeffrey Campbell. Gorgeous shoes are gorgeous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0fg3FCqs0FU/Tx8jcgk7NwI/AAAAAAAABOs/1_GborvBHGw/s1600/New+Look+Zip+Satchel+Bag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0fg3FCqs0FU/Tx8jcgk7NwI/AAAAAAAABOs/1_GborvBHGw/s640/New+Look+Zip+Satchel+Bag.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This Zip Satchel from New Look is the perfect size. Not too big, not too small and I'm pretty sure my wallet's going to fit inside! Thank you so much David for scoring me one. Such a nice early birthday gift but the thing is, I'm only getting my hands on it when he gets back from Dubai on May. It's all good, though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-axS-bgSe0bQ/Tx8jaU_JdpI/AAAAAAAABOU/N8Xh04s2K7w/s1600/macbook+pro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-axS-bgSe0bQ/Tx8jaU_JdpI/AAAAAAAABOU/N8Xh04s2K7w/s400/macbook+pro.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Forever on my wish list. A 15" MacBook Pro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-apLTugbUk1U/Tx8jDrNp1gI/AAAAAAAABMU/v6v8dipJukE/s1600/canon_50f18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-apLTugbUk1U/Tx8jDrNp1gI/AAAAAAAABMU/v6v8dipJukE/s400/canon_50f18.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c6EW6ZTqf9o/Tx8jYJL9LRI/AAAAAAAABOE/X4OzffCeRu0/s1600/Leica+X1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c6EW6ZTqf9o/Tx8jYJL9LRI/AAAAAAAABOE/X4OzffCeRu0/s400/Leica+X1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've been telling dad that I wanted a new lens for Tyler (My Canon 40D) and I think that Canon's 50mm f1.8 would be just fine. It's small which means it wouldn't make my camera any heavier! The lens I have now is pretty bulky which results to the laziness I feel of not lugging a camera around anymore. Which brings us to this beautiful Leica X1. Other than Canon digital cameras, I've always dreamed of having a Leica. The reviews are good and look at that posh, vintage design! Perfect for everyday use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AHw2ayHhMDo/Tx8jO_3INhI/AAAAAAAABNU/XJL4jp9hzYs/s1600/ipod+touch+4g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="323" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AHw2ayHhMDo/Tx8jO_3INhI/AAAAAAAABNU/XJL4jp9hzYs/s400/ipod+touch+4g.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;64Gig iPod Touch 4G to acomodate my wide range of music selection (LOLJK). I need to upgrade my iPod (I'm still using my 5th Gen iPod nano with the video camera) but I'm too attached to it so I won't be letting it go. The practical side of me would go for a 120Gig iPod classic but when my friends introduced me to Temple Run.. well, let's just say that my thoughts have changed. Oh, and all those cute photography apps! I'm a sucker for those things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3UAFO0NjadM/Tx8jdBqZFxI/AAAAAAAABO0/8o0nAJ0Dc8E/s1600/newcasiogoldcolourwatch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3UAFO0NjadM/Tx8jdBqZFxI/AAAAAAAABO0/8o0nAJ0Dc8E/s320/newcasiogoldcolourwatch.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRkE3zY5nNY/Tx8joFTFdJI/AAAAAAAABP4/GS_-nJ1txcI/s1600/Swatch+Watch+Classic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRkE3zY5nNY/Tx8joFTFdJI/AAAAAAAABP4/GS_-nJ1txcI/s320/Swatch+Watch+Classic.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3zxDjDE0oMs/Tx8jpNcSeVI/AAAAAAAABQA/AbDPTwsVi_Q/s1600/Swatch+Watches.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3zxDjDE0oMs/Tx8jpNcSeVI/AAAAAAAABQA/AbDPTwsVi_Q/s400/Swatch+Watches.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gold Casio watches and Swatch watches, please! I never knew how good of an investment time-wear is until my mom got me this cute wrist-watch from Bench.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GH21Jy_7W8Y/Tx8jsRjH4XI/AAAAAAAABQI/9e82LSiSv6w/s1600/Urban+Decay+naked+palette.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GH21Jy_7W8Y/Tx8jsRjH4XI/AAAAAAAABQI/9e82LSiSv6w/s400/Urban+Decay+naked+palette.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JqWm2UCDpP0/Tx8jZAujMKI/AAAAAAAABOM/HzkGvoRdeNY/s1600/Mac+Russian+Red.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JqWm2UCDpP0/Tx8jZAujMKI/AAAAAAAABOM/HzkGvoRdeNY/s400/Mac+Russian+Red.jpg" width="335" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wasn't a fan of red lipstick (at all) but when I discovered how dramatic it made bare faces look, I started working it everyday! And now I feel the need to invest on a good red lipstick. &lt;i&gt;Must save up for MAC's Russian Red&lt;/i&gt;. Or you can always get me one, I won't complain. Teehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HTtQC9c4oC8/Tx8jcNkBz_I/AAAAAAAABOk/GC000bqeWQ8/s1600/Manic+Panic+Virgin+Snow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HTtQC9c4oC8/Tx8jcNkBz_I/AAAAAAAABOk/GC000bqeWQ8/s200/Manic+Panic+Virgin+Snow.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cN_JlR-p4dk/Tx8jbRE4i6I/AAAAAAAABOc/3zWZmKOfsKc/s1600/Manic+Panic+Mystic+Heather.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cN_JlR-p4dk/Tx8jbRE4i6I/AAAAAAAABOc/3zWZmKOfsKc/s320/Manic+Panic+Mystic+Heather.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last year I've been thinking of dyeing my hair an extremely shocking color but decided that a pastel shade would be even more shocking. But since I couldn't find the perfect hair dye here in the Philippines and I still can't get on with bleaching my hair because of school, I postponed it. But I've been looking up good dyes to use just in case the time comes wherein my hair's past my shoulders, healthy and good to go. Manic Panic's Virgin Snow for toning my future bleached hair, and once it's extremely white, I will be using Mystic Heather by the same brand. I really couldn't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. My wish list for my *gulp* 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; birthday. I don't know whether I should be excited or if I should dread this day. But I'm looking at the bright side!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-5032533542066806246?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/5032533542066806246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=5032533542066806246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5032533542066806246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5032533542066806246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2012/01/pre-birthday-post-wish-list.html' title='Pre-Birthday Post: A Wish List'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZ4eZM1w1Lk/Tx8jNK_sGKI/AAAAAAAABNE/oxeK61dXMl0/s72-c/FYS+live+in+Manila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-3706971209466724573</id><published>2012-01-23T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T17:57:14.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Lipstick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It all started on the 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; of January when Karla and I decided to be productive instead of just slacking off everywhere we go. So I asked her to bring her laptop with her that day so I can at least work on my thesis. She brought her other school stuff too and we helped each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started with us hanging out for a bit at Shangri-La where we basically did almost nothing except for recording some crazy videos and take pictures. At around 7PM, we decided to head over to Moonleaf to continue our school work. I'm happy to announce that I was able to finish some of the stuff that I needed to do. Karla, too! So I rewarded myself by playing Temple Run (disclaimer: extremely addicting game) on Karla's iPod Touch, and we took a lot of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the red lipstick comes in. I tried Karla's miraculously awesome red "&lt;i&gt;lipstick&lt;/i&gt;". It's the first time I wore red lipstick outside the comforts of my bedroom. It worked extremely well with minimal make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ajm10CCBiLQ/Tx0SEpTPmqI/AAAAAAAABI0/2LgR0X9smCU/s1600/402087_10150605327691201_634621200_11356381_1792697724_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ajm10CCBiLQ/Tx0SEpTPmqI/AAAAAAAABI0/2LgR0X9smCU/s400/402087_10150605327691201_634621200_11356381_1792697724_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M5ipQ0oNZHM/Tx0SIw65h3I/AAAAAAAABJE/WgsQJnBYdes/s1600/404226_10150605327831201_634621200_11356383_679549860_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M5ipQ0oNZHM/Tx0SIw65h3I/AAAAAAAABJE/WgsQJnBYdes/s400/404226_10150605327831201_634621200_11356383_679549860_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With &lt;a href="http://thekarlaynzon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karla Ynzon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e5dfvXqxo7Q/Tx0SHmF2lzI/AAAAAAAABI8/BJsmMc-YLCI/s1600/398140_10150605327986201_634621200_11356385_923677719_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e5dfvXqxo7Q/Tx0SHmF2lzI/AAAAAAAABI8/BJsmMc-YLCI/s400/398140_10150605327986201_634621200_11356385_923677719_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With my long lost and new found friends, Cody and Leo! You're probably wondering how I met Cody, well I met him back when I was still in high school, and he, in elementary. It's really nice to have seen him again after all these years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed 'til closing because we waited for someone who we couldn't (almost) last a day without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g7VAM7zp4gA/Tx0YqGL6kEI/AAAAAAAABJM/VyZrC8ke03w/s1600/400028_10150605330476201_634621200_11356406_2074294736_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g7VAM7zp4gA/Tx0YqGL6kEI/AAAAAAAABJM/VyZrC8ke03w/s400/400028_10150605330476201_634621200_11356406_2074294736_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the person I'm referring to is Ruther. It's just weird to not to be with him even for just a day because the three of us are always, &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; together! We left shortly after he got there, though. Since we basically have nothing to do there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day (a Saturday), I met up with the two (Karla and Ruther) in Trinoma to go around for a bit since it was still quite early. Honestly, I don't like going to that mall because it was congested with people. I mean, I'm not claustrophobic or anything like that and I'm not anti-social, but sometimes (for me), being around with so many human beings in the day time wears me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had late lunch / merienda at Teriyaki Boy wherein Karla and I decided that it was our cheat day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u-Bsorhcr0Y/Tx0cA72DN8I/AAAAAAAABJU/7OfTyePsrEs/s1600/394881_10150609392141201_634621200_11370817_1224500619_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u-Bsorhcr0Y/Tx0cA72DN8I/AAAAAAAABJU/7OfTyePsrEs/s400/394881_10150609392141201_634621200_11370817_1224500619_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had two platters of California Maki (the three of us shared this), Buffalo Wings and rice (Ruther's), my Tempura Sashimi Tartare, and Karla's Salmon Sashimi. Look, I'm not really sure what most of them are called but they're all freaking good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zXSx4T-uNBk/Tx0dVq5ODkI/AAAAAAAABJc/ZizSkheyeGQ/s1600/400384_10150609392266201_634621200_11370819_1217912369_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zXSx4T-uNBk/Tx0dVq5ODkI/AAAAAAAABJc/ZizSkheyeGQ/s400/400384_10150609392266201_634621200_11370819_1217912369_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bare-faced.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After satisfying our hunger / cravings, we picked Dave up at Moonleaf Maginhawa and then proceeded to Taft. On the way there, we recorded a bunch of videos that we have yet to upload on YouTube. So sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pEMqArsIFhc/Tx0dvMXE1HI/AAAAAAAABJ0/IEZfrAeOMdc/s1600/396507_10150609359621201_634621200_11370558_553342743_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pEMqArsIFhc/Tx0dvMXE1HI/AAAAAAAABJ0/IEZfrAeOMdc/s400/396507_10150609359621201_634621200_11370558_553342743_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in McDonald's Taft for a little bit and hung out with &lt;a href="http://saladday.tumblr.com/"&gt;Willar Mateo&lt;/a&gt; who was an awesome designer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cg5Z4E12f4Q/Tx0duOT_DFI/AAAAAAAABJs/uqzcbHXXeMs/s1600/395441_10150609363801201_634621200_11370600_1520450263_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cg5Z4E12f4Q/Tx0duOT_DFI/AAAAAAAABJs/uqzcbHXXeMs/s400/395441_10150609363801201_634621200_11370600_1520450263_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Willar and Dave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CkkbVF0tdRo/Tx0gC4KIJ2I/AAAAAAAABKM/ti8i3XqXOjY/s1600/397549_10150609393366201_634621200_11370830_1819672121_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CkkbVF0tdRo/Tx0gC4KIJ2I/AAAAAAAABKM/ti8i3XqXOjY/s400/397549_10150609393366201_634621200_11370830_1819672121_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Obligatory group shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E-Uj8FT-oTA/Tx0gB-UpedI/AAAAAAAABKE/A7mKC93FcWU/s1600/395612_10150609363636201_634621200_11370598_2094566241_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E-Uj8FT-oTA/Tx0gB-UpedI/AAAAAAAABKE/A7mKC93FcWU/s400/395612_10150609363636201_634621200_11370598_2094566241_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mg41WGXEbvU/Tx0nvX5TN4I/AAAAAAAABLE/q2m16_Mrim0/s1600/401273_10150609392411201_634621200_11370820_2138070252_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mg41WGXEbvU/Tx0nvX5TN4I/AAAAAAAABLE/q2m16_Mrim0/s400/401273_10150609392411201_634621200_11370820_2138070252_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q3rbDFRQqEI/Tx0nwQWt5BI/AAAAAAAABLM/TOZ9WJwE0Zs/s1600/403292_10150609393121201_634621200_11370828_1326525606_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q3rbDFRQqEI/Tx0nwQWt5BI/AAAAAAAABLM/TOZ9WJwE0Zs/s400/403292_10150609393121201_634621200_11370828_1326525606_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sporting red lips like the previous night. I'm loving this look too much. &lt;i&gt;Note to self: Must buy blood red lipstick.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After staying in Taft for a bit, the four of us headed to Mercato. We played a game in the car wherein you get points if you guessed the title of the song and the artist correctly. One point for each. It got kind of crazy, they were all so into it! I was the one in charge of the songs so I couldn't join, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrnO6RpOpd4/Tx0gEK1o82I/AAAAAAAABKU/lTUsJRSgMo0/s1600/406912_10150609367496201_634621200_11370627_591085588_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrnO6RpOpd4/Tx0gEK1o82I/AAAAAAAABKU/lTUsJRSgMo0/s400/406912_10150609367496201_634621200_11370627_591085588_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Willar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rLPMgR1T1KA/Tx0hHaPENqI/AAAAAAAABKc/px0XuIixESU/s1600/400543_10150609369671201_634621200_11370642_1661917800_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rLPMgR1T1KA/Tx0hHaPENqI/AAAAAAAABKc/px0XuIixESU/s400/400543_10150609369671201_634621200_11370642_1661917800_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-srTFVWwz9Dc/Tx0hJjTTGBI/AAAAAAAABKk/RqCoAf5roqs/s1600/MERCATO1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-srTFVWwz9Dc/Tx0hJjTTGBI/AAAAAAAABKk/RqCoAf5roqs/s400/MERCATO1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With Dave and Karla. Willar took this photo while Ruther was in the car, sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--XXlsPCBa2A/Tx0m8RGQtdI/AAAAAAAABK0/wU8Y9yoVJOI/s1600/407360_10150609375676201_634621200_11370674_207181198_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--XXlsPCBa2A/Tx0m8RGQtdI/AAAAAAAABK0/wU8Y9yoVJOI/s400/407360_10150609375676201_634621200_11370674_207181198_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After having a super light dinner (I had peppered corn. Who does that?), we went to Cubao Ex since we haven't been there for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DinYjfbqHhE/Tx0m7dJkNdI/AAAAAAAABKs/BqtHzzUMSQY/s1600/393998_10150609382906201_634621200_11370724_716419005_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DinYjfbqHhE/Tx0m7dJkNdI/AAAAAAAABKs/BqtHzzUMSQY/s400/393998_10150609382906201_634621200_11370724_716419005_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_sraE1MoKFQ/Tx0eoJpxnkI/AAAAAAAABJ8/SgGyl8F3meI/s1600/408864_10150609387066201_634621200_11370747_1413613446_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_sraE1MoKFQ/Tx0eoJpxnkI/AAAAAAAABJ8/SgGyl8F3meI/s400/408864_10150609387066201_634621200_11370747_1413613446_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--PB_DV9jZao/Tx0dskFdkOI/AAAAAAAABJk/oPFp5WA6vNI/s1600/394447_10150609377871201_634621200_11370688_482484733_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--PB_DV9jZao/Tx0dskFdkOI/AAAAAAAABJk/oPFp5WA6vNI/s400/394447_10150609377871201_634621200_11370688_482484733_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night didn't end in X, of course. After we dropped Rutherford off at his house, Dave and Willar at Ayala, Karla and I went back to Mercato. Can you guess why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having pesto pasta (my favorite) and isaw (Karla's meal) over an interesting conversation plus walking around a bit to &lt;i&gt;sight-see&lt;/i&gt;, we headed home. Another fun night, as usual. Too bad Eunice, Paul, Cai and Travis were M.I.A. But there's always next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-3706971209466724573?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/3706971209466724573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=3706971209466724573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3706971209466724573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3706971209466724573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2012/01/red-lipstick.html' title='Red Lipstick'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ajm10CCBiLQ/Tx0SEpTPmqI/AAAAAAAABI0/2LgR0X9smCU/s72-c/402087_10150605327691201_634621200_11356381_1792697724_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-1563131983290841899</id><published>2012-01-15T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T23:43:34.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight, We are Young</title><content type='html'>Last night wasn't uneventful like I usually put it. The fourteenth of January was incredibly epic even if we waited for Ruther and Paul in Taft for three hours, give and take a couple of minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed straight to The Fort to meet up with the rest of the gang and had a very light dinner at Mercato Centrale. Honestly, I was pretty hungry but didn't really notice anymore after eating one serving of those incredibly delicious cheesy potatoes and half of Ruther's red velvet cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i41.tinypic.com/uv7gp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/uv7gp.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After eating, we finally got reunited with Dave, Eunice, Cai and her boyfriend, Travis. We played our favorite songs in Cai's car, cranked up the volume and danced on the sidewalk. #ItsMoreFunInThePhilippines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bcb9N4kgkvg/TxLY940Rt8I/AAAAAAAABHA/gG1GJjc3eYQ/s1600/crystal+castles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bcb9N4kgkvg/TxLY940Rt8I/AAAAAAAABHA/gG1GJjc3eYQ/s400/crystal+castles.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Karla, Ruther and I imitating Crystal Castles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eO5yqID-q6I/TxLZK1rI25I/AAAAAAAABHI/sisaFOMHaC0/s1600/skins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eO5yqID-q6I/TxLZK1rI25I/AAAAAAAABHI/sisaFOMHaC0/s400/skins.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eunice, Karla, me, Ruther and Paul. This photo is very Skins (Season 1-4 only LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DbSiFtwV-DM/TxLZRHMoo6I/AAAAAAAABHQ/tp6_TbSlfX0/s1600/WEAREYOUNG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DbSiFtwV-DM/TxLZRHMoo6I/AAAAAAAABHQ/tp6_TbSlfX0/s400/WEAREYOUNG.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cute people are cute. (Cai, Karla, Dave and Ruther)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5EhD6t4ZhwI/TxLZWM4QQ0I/AAAAAAAABHY/cKBhBezNmJc/s1600/WEAREYOUNG2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5EhD6t4ZhwI/TxLZWM4QQ0I/AAAAAAAABHY/cKBhBezNmJc/s400/WEAREYOUNG2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With Eunice and Karla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DyZzgbaxMTI/TxLZbd0kg8I/AAAAAAAABHg/eUFKzRAWm4c/s1600/WEAREYOUNG3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DyZzgbaxMTI/TxLZbd0kg8I/AAAAAAAABHg/eUFKzRAWm4c/s400/WEAREYOUNG3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Travis, Cai, Karla, Dave, Eunice, Ruther and Paul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KTzpcxa_mnA/TxLZiIBcx8I/AAAAAAAABHo/GdxSDYuFo4c/s1600/WEAREYOUNG4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KTzpcxa_mnA/TxLZiIBcx8I/AAAAAAAABHo/GdxSDYuFo4c/s400/WEAREYOUNG4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-szC0_8uRv_Q/TxLZn1tBWFI/AAAAAAAABHw/AX2-fRKIkKk/s1600/WEAREYOUNG5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-szC0_8uRv_Q/TxLZn1tBWFI/AAAAAAAABHw/AX2-fRKIkKk/s400/WEAREYOUNG5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mother and son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d389Gm5ugwY/TxLZ-omOJdI/AAAAAAAABIA/zP-pEZD_dMw/s1600/WEAREYOUNG7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d389Gm5ugwY/TxLZ-omOJdI/AAAAAAAABIA/zP-pEZD_dMw/s400/WEAREYOUNG7.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Black shoes for us four. (Karla, me, Ruther and Paul)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jUnuO7pMWyA/TxLaLRWnzeI/AAAAAAAABII/D6LOF8Zes78/s1600/WEAREYOUNG8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jUnuO7pMWyA/TxLaLRWnzeI/AAAAAAAABII/D6LOF8Zes78/s400/WEAREYOUNG8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;By the end of the night that all the dancing made me burn some fat and not jogging wasn't really a very bad idea (yes, we were supposed to jog around The Fort).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish for more nights like this. Let's make a repeat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Paul who I, Eunice, Cai and Travis just met on this night. It was as if we all knew each other for ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-1563131983290841899?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/1563131983290841899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=1563131983290841899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/1563131983290841899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/1563131983290841899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2012/01/tonight-we-are-young.html' title='Tonight, We are Young'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/uv7gp_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-6328224379553637064</id><published>2012-01-15T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T18:45:24.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>I had to blog about this one way or another. And since it's 2012, I decided to list down twelve things that I want to &lt;i&gt;accomplish&lt;/i&gt; this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;No hair cuts for 2012&lt;/b&gt;. Yes, this is it.. I'm actually going to give growing my hair out a chance. Just in case. I mean, I've had short hair for as long as I can remember and change would be good for my so-called image or lack thereof.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spend less, save more&lt;/b&gt;. During the past year, I've been an impulsive buyer - so out of my nature! I used to be thrifty and I think about each and every one of my purchases. But then something clicked and I just started to go on a shopping rampage!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lose weight&lt;/b&gt;. This one is probably included in every girl's resolution. I'm posting this blog post a little late but my friends say that I have been getting thinner. But I haven't weighed in ages! Now, I must buy a weighing scale to keep track of them pounds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Keep healthy&lt;/b&gt;. Lessen cigarettes (and other vices), eat food with more nutrients and minimal to no preservatives, yoga and jogging at least twice a week. I really hope I can keep this one. Even if my thesis, family and friends are taking up all my time (I'm not complaining), I hope I manage to find some free time. I only need a couple of hours for it anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Halt procrastinating&lt;/b&gt;. Could be the hardest thing on my list since I work better under pressure but it just has to be done.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stop letting my fears get in the way &lt;strike&gt;of my dreams&lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;Being safe doesn't take a lot but being happy is a different story. 2011 flew by so quick that I only realized now that my fears have gotten in the way of achieving what I truly deserve. So for this year, I'm all about taking risks. It doesn't matter if I get hurt because it's a part of the whole idea and the learning process is what's important. So this year I'm living fearlessly; fix my issues, my problems.. &lt;i&gt;myself&lt;/i&gt;. Move on from events that have truly affected me in the past year and start living in the moment. And guess what? &lt;u&gt;I'm doing just that&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Make things happen&lt;/b&gt;. Plans are only plans if you don't take action - I have so much of this in my head but I have to admit that I'm not really doing anything to make any of these happen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time management 101&lt;/b&gt;. I really suck at this that's why I tend to do things at the last minute. Just like what my mom says, &lt;i&gt;there's a time for everything&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be nicer to my mom&lt;/b&gt;. My mom's a nagger and is overly dramatic - I blame it on the hormones. I've been really stingy towards her because of what happened before (her and my dad splitting up) plus all the teenage drama in my life (not like I'm still a teenager but whatever, I'm expecting you to know what I mean.) and she deserves some credit. So this year I will be sweeter, nicer and all things positive towards the woman who bore me in her womb for nine months and went through labor for hours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Travel more&lt;/b&gt;. If you've read my previous post, it's no secret that I've been dying to leave the country but how can I leave something I barely even know? Makes sense, right? Therefore, I decided that this year will be filled with out-of-town travels. This year I missed Sinulog Festival in Cebu so me and my friends promised each other that we'll surely make it in 2013. Also, we've already made plans for several trips for the summer which makes me quite excited.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Surround myself with the right people&lt;/b&gt;. In the process of reinventing myself, I have made different sets of friends, most of them weren't exactly for keeps but I was blessed enough to have met people who stuck around despite my moodiness, and I want to meet more people like that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get to know myself&lt;/b&gt;. I know that somewhere down the battlefield, I lost my identity. I went through so much shit last year that I didn't even notice how much different I am now from how I was before. Don't get me wrong, I like the new me better than the old me (high school days) but I suddenly don't know exactly what I want. This 2012 will have more me time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-6328224379553637064?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/6328224379553637064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=6328224379553637064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/6328224379553637064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/6328224379553637064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2012/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-5730983211085082164</id><published>2012-01-01T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T22:16:20.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts and Lasts</title><content type='html'>It's been quite some time now since I &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; blogged about something.. &lt;b&gt;with sense&lt;/b&gt;. During the past weeks, I did nothing but rack my brain for some decent topic to talk about or discuss and whatnot on this poorly updated online journal. What have I come up with so far? Oh dozens. Dozens of blog entries created in my mind that I cannot put into words. Now here I am, typing randomly.. aimlessly. Since it's already 2012 (can you believe that? What the hell happened to 2011?!), I just thought it would be appropriate to write something about the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 21, 2011. The day I was kidnapped by Karla Ynzon and Rutherford Perez. I just finished work (as an events photographer for the Quezon City Government) when Karla sent me a message via BBM asking where I am. So naturally, I told her that I was in QC. Apparently, she was there, too. So a little background story here, Karla and I were already together the day before (we went to Shang then ended up in Rockwell) but I had to go home a bit early because I had a photog stint the next day with my dad in QC. And then when I was done with work, she surprised me (and not to mention, my dad) by saying that she'll pick us up and drop us off at home. I really wanted to decline because papa and I were so tired (we worked the whole day), all we wanted to do at that very moment was to go home, shower and take a nap for a while. But she was so persistent and I couldn't say no to her so I said yes. Wanna take a guess where we ended up? Well we ended in Maginhawa Street. Apparently, we were going to hang out first before she brings me home. Dad didn't want to join (obviously) so he left the moment we got there (Sorry, papa!). From that point, I knew I didn't have a choice anymore so I just went along with it. Ruther (our other friend who was with us) had to leave early because he had this dinner thing with his block mates so he left. And like always, Karla and I decided that we were going to The Fort. Okay, we didn't have to decide. We both knew that we always, always end up there. It almost never fails. But before going there, I begged her to pass by Tiendesitas so I can buy a shirt because I was still wearing the same shirt I wore to work and it was already freaking stinky! Good thing she said yes. One shirt became two. I couldn't resist! They were so cheap. Anyway, I got this aztec-print cropped top that I wore for the rest of the night (the other shirt I got was a sheer leopard-print button-down).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after successfully buying two shirts, we then headed to The Fort where Cai (our super cute friend) and Eunice (our other kaladkarin friend, hehe) followed. Cai, Karla and I had a mug of beer at Roadhouse. This is what the mug looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/387280_10150543248426201_634621200_11097762_1391869271_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's Cai in the background. Those liter draft beers were just too much. I had to share mine with Eunice and two other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before you get ahead of yourself, we saw Ruther in The Fort too, with his blockmates this time. So we told them to join us. The other people who drank from my beer are from their group. Cai and Karla finished theirs. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were done with those monster-sized mugs, we left and headed over to Cable Car. I saw some of my friends who were there with me the last time and I wasn't surprised at all. Anyway, we played an intense game of foosball. Actually, I played four games. Won most of it. I feel so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/402936_10150543237151201_634621200_11097707_1820967329_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Karla and I.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/395595_10150543237861201_634621200_11097712_398256722_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;With Rutherford. Excuse my face.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/374603_10150543238781201_634621200_11097719_1217610697_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/391153_10150543238606201_634621200_11097718_1185115195_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Rutherford, Karla and I (plus Ruther's friend). Don't judge us please.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for the 21st of December. We had other escapades, of course. We just didn't have pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Last Friday Night of 2011, I was kidnapped again by Karla and Ruther when I was supposed to do my thesis. They tricked me into saying yes by telling me that Mercato was open. &lt;i&gt;It wasn't&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/401527_10150561138566201_634621200_11180367_795746904_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/392362_10150561138801201_634621200_11180373_509027862_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/400917_10150561137326201_634621200_11180330_2047786378_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/384444_10150561138881201_634621200_11180375_1669917081_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/404913_10150561137261201_634621200_11180329_1248545304_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/385885_10150561137511201_634621200_11180335_520324158_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/375319_10150561138016201_634621200_11180348_62319925_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Would you like to know where we ended up in?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/393615_10150561138336201_634621200_11180361_471838278_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;This is SLEX. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/373881_10150561137691201_634621200_11180340_1491455207_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay we ended up in Nuvali. Just at the foot of Tagaytay. Only to buy some overpriced frappuccinos from Starbucks. Well done. We went to Cable Car after to have a bottle of beer. Not bad.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pleased that this is what I did on the last Friday of 2011, knowing that Saturday was for my Family. All in all, I must say that the holidays have been great. Thank you so much to the people I spent it with. So happy that I got to spend time with you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about your Last Friday of 2011!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was going to include some New Year stuff here too but I got too lazy. Mehehe. I'll save that for the next entry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-5730983211085082164?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/5730983211085082164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=5730983211085082164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5730983211085082164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5730983211085082164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2012/01/firsts-and-lasts.html' title='Firsts and Lasts'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-3539274485589417004</id><published>2011-12-07T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T01:41:07.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Only We Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You've been amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/28vg66d.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;To say that I'm going to miss you is an understatement.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thank you for being a rockin' grandma for almost twenty-one years.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Christmas wouldn't be the same without you, but you're in a better place now.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I love you, nanay.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'll see you when I see you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-3539274485589417004?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/3539274485589417004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=3539274485589417004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3539274485589417004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3539274485589417004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/12/somewhere-only-we-know.html' title='Somewhere Only We Know'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/28vg66d_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-2048998696260723361</id><published>2011-11-21T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T00:05:50.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge of The Sith.. and Minnie Mouse</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, I went out and had dinner with one of my closest friends, Ched. It was rather spontaneous. It was around 6.30 in the evening when she called to ask me where I am. Obviously, I told her that I was home and that I haven't even had a bath yet. My major plan for that day was to do nothing, and let me tell you, she ruined it. I couldn't say no to a free dinner so yes, I gave in and told her that we can meet up in Greenbelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a girl, I would normally take an hour and thirty minutes to get ready. But I was surprised that by 7:18PM, I was already out of the house. Usually, my impromptu outfits suck, this one was a completely different story. When I hopped on the shower, I kept in mind that I have to wear my new booties. That was it! This is what I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2nbhstv.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minus the Minnie Mouse ears, of course. Let's remember that it isn't Halloween anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That lovely shirt over there is actually for sale in my online shop (&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/VintageAsylum"&gt;Vintage Asylum&lt;/a&gt;, that has yet to launch a collection) but a button was missing, so I just decided that I'll have it for myself. That would have to be the highlight of my outfit (in my opinion). A lot of people tend to notice the bag - it's from my grandma in Germany. So, the boots. You know me, I can just live in my sneakers but these shoes make me want to buy more of it's kind! It's my first time to own a pair of wedges. Crazy, right? They'll be serving as my school shoes during days that wouldn't involve too much walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/ao5rb6.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept my accessories down to a minimum seeing that the shirt itself is already a scene-stealer. The gold ring with the ruby heart is my mom's engagement ring, she also owns the Swiss Army watch and the ivory bracelets that I wear with everything, while the Darth Vader ring is from a bazaar in school and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I met up with her in Greenbelt and we had dinner at My Thai. We were going to eat in Recipes but there were so many people. We even thought of eating at Krazy Garlik and Chili's but to no avail. My Thai was pretty empty. That doesn't mean they don't serve good food. You should totally try them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her cousin who is also my other good friend dropped by and we had quite the chit chat. It was a fun night. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really prefer having dinner with friends and coffee afterwards, rather than being guest listed in some club. Just saying.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;PPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lookbook.nu/look/2701049-Revenge-of-The-Sith-and-Minnie-Mouse"&gt;I have this look posted on Lookbook. How lame could I get? Haha!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-2048998696260723361?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/2048998696260723361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=2048998696260723361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/2048998696260723361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/2048998696260723361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/11/revenge-of-sith-and-minnie-mouse.html' title='Revenge of The Sith.. and Minnie Mouse'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/2nbhstv_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-5815450358380095769</id><published>2011-11-19T17:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T18:10:45.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Really Going to Miss You</title><content type='html'>I was never one for cheesy blog posts about people but sometimes I just end up being one of those kids who write about how much they feel towards a certain someone. This is one of those times wherein I just couldn't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2008, I met a boy who was incredibly cute with long wavy hair and skater boy looks. My type I know, but it wasn't like that. He became one of my closest friends and I never thought that this day would come. He's leaving.. &lt;i&gt;for good&lt;/i&gt;. His name is Toby and he's amazing! He's probably the only person who has his own album in my own Multiply account, the only person that I almost shared my soul to, the only person who said that I had an amazing taste in music. Toby is like my brother. I made him a Facebook account, a Twitter (which he soon deleted HAHAHA), heck even a Lookbook account (still standing, and his other friends make fun of him because of that). I never thought I'd ever have a friend like him. He's always the funniest in the bunch and there will never be a dull moment when he's around. So Tobs, this one is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2n0pvmd.gif" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being one of the people I can truly trust. Your philosophies in life and things will forever be etched in my mind since you always make a point. I'll miss the times when you'd ask me to put songs in your iPod (even if I never had the chance to), and times whenever we'd talk about bands and how much we like them, also when I'd call you out of the blue when I'm alone in Shang and you'd come to my rescue (sometimes). I know we aren't as close as we were before but you're still one of the best things that happened to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/33bmfzs.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tobs with Penny. The puppy I gave him. He's the only person I gave a dog to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/vhw8qc.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his little brothers, Lito and Rico (they're twins and they're super adorable)! :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't goodbye, just a&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;see you later&lt;/i&gt;. I still remember how you got so excited when I told you that I'll surely come to visit no matter how long it takes! And yes, I promise that I will visit. Thanks for the memories, Toby. I hate how sugarcoated these words are but I don't know how else to express myself. I hate myself for not coming to see you before you left but we must live with no regrets. The next time we see each other will be epic, for sure. I love you, from the bottom of my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2a7x0yw.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tobs and I! Please ignore the fact that I just look like absolute crap in this photo next to him. HAHAHA!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not sure if you'll ever get to see this, but it doesn't matter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-5815450358380095769?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/5815450358380095769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=5815450358380095769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5815450358380095769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5815450358380095769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-really-going-to-miss-you.html' title='I&apos;m Really Going to Miss You'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/2n0pvmd_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-7983045760974472258</id><published>2011-11-18T01:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T01:44:54.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Christmas Haul</title><content type='html'>I finally had the chance to remove a couple of things from my wishlist. I've been itching to do so since I came up with it and now I can already say "&lt;i&gt;I just did!&lt;/i&gt;". Here are some of the things that I bought / has been given to me this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2vt44n5.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Bowie shirt from Zara. Given to me by my mom's best friend, Tita D. She's so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/20a6nme.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my birthday wishlist this year? This item is one of those. I'm really glad I can finally remove it from the list. Been looking for 'em forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/30wy3rn.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that my Christmas Wishlist 2011 says that I wanted an iPhone 4(s). I do, honest! But I recently bought a Blackberry sine I obviously cannot afford an iPhone 4(s). But it's all good! I love my Blackberry! It's only a Curve 8520 but it isn't that bad. As long as I can Tweet and use Blackberry messenger then I'll be all right. What's so nice about it is that I can finally talk to my friends overseas who own a BB as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img687.imageshack.us/img687/8268/img1339copy.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img339.imageshack.us/img339/6349/img1341copy.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I was so excited about when a really good friend of mine came home from France is this wand. Yes, I asked him to get me a wand as &lt;i&gt;pasalubong&lt;/i&gt;. Pretty geeky of me but still.. come on people! It's a freaking wand! A legit Harry Potter merchandise wand! I initially wanted Luna Lovegood's wand since she's definitely one of my favorite characters in the series but only a couple of wands were available (Voldemort's, Hermione's and the elder wand), so I chose Hermione's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img690.imageshack.us/img690/2043/img1333copy.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! I FINALLY HAVE A NEW PAIR OF VANS AND IT'S THE ONE I'VE BEEN WANTING SINCE I CAN'T REMEMBER!!! I was supposed to buy the all black Vans Authentics but they only have it in men's sizes (which I thought was incredibly sexist, by the way) which made me sad. So I thought of buying the Lo Pro Authentics (they're for women) in all black. But when I tried them on, they looked too much like my worn-out Keds Champions. I was already going to pay for them when I stopped the cashier and just opted for this one. I am so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/6563/img1335copy.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never got around to owning a pair of wedges and nice lace up boots so I thought, why not hit two birds in one stone by buying this lovely pair of wedge booties?! I've had my eye on these babies since I saw a similar pair in Aldo (they cost four times more than this one did). They were so comfortable that I couldn't not buy them (I will also be using them for school)! Bought them on the same day as the Vans and I felt semi guilty. I've never spent so much money in a day. I swear I'm such a cheapskate but it doesn't happen everyday anyway and it's okay to spoil myself every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img267.imageshack.us/img267/1289/img1331copy.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; isn't included in my wishlist. Got them from some perfume store in Cash &amp;amp; Carry so they're a great steal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/4417/img1347copyp.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had rings in my wishlist right? I'm replacing those with these. A Darth Vader ring and cross earrings. Need I say more?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it for my November haul. I know, I have a really bad case of impulse buying. Please remind me not to get anything unless I super need it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-7983045760974472258?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/7983045760974472258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=7983045760974472258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/7983045760974472258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/7983045760974472258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/11/pre-christmas-haul.html' title='Pre-Christmas Haul'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/2vt44n5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-3151553586760597525</id><published>2011-11-14T18:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T18:54:12.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Months Late</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish that I was a consistent blogger but I'm just too much of a lazy person to do so. I find it hard to be productive. However, today is an exception. I finally decided to write and it's about what happened six months ago. I only got a hold of some photos today so don't look at me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer, I hung out with one of my favorite people, &lt;a href="http://anniewasbornfirst.tumblr.com/"&gt;Annie&lt;/a&gt;. She's my URock partner (most of the time) back when NU107 was still standing. We had a Cinabbon date just like Lily and Robin from How I Met Your Mother except we didn't share a Cinnabon. She was so sweet, she paid for mine! Yep, like a real date. We hung out in Robinsons Galleria to relish our memories of the late NU107 and then to Shangri-La Mall 'cause she's never been there. I took the liberty to take her Shang virginity. Anyway, here are some pictures courtesy of Annie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/315670_10150352991552666_637407665_8301680_1070221955_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Awkward Anne and Annie are awkward.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/384840_10150352992362666_637407665_8301690_1408557804_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Annie and I took this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/320592_10150352993077666_637407665_8301701_1426073940_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite photo from the set. My rings (The cigarette totally ruined the photo if you ask me) plus some of myself (legs, shoes, bag).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/310512_10150352980657666_637407665_8301602_1191826834_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's this. Taken with Annie's Vivitar film camera. It's pretty wicked if you ask me. This is my current photo on Facebook. Been trying to upload it on Twitter but it wouldn't let me. Ugh. The annoyance.&lt;/center&gt;We actually have more photos but too bad they got messed up when she had them developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's about it! For now that is. Pray that I decide to blog some more about other random stuff. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-3151553586760597525?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/3151553586760597525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=3151553586760597525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3151553586760597525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3151553586760597525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/11/six-months-late.html' title='Six Months Late'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-6019376390994404914</id><published>2011-11-10T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T04:35:06.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Some Way, Shape Or Form</title><content type='html'>I'm no music critic, we all know that. But since I'm so passionate about it (music) and all, I decided to blog about one of my favorite bands at the moment who recently released their newest album called &lt;b&gt;In Some Way, Shape Or Form&lt;/b&gt;; which, if you haven't noticed, is my blog post title. Yes, this entry is about &lt;b&gt;Four Year Strong&lt;/b&gt;. Even if I'm more of an &lt;i&gt;A Day to Remember&lt;/i&gt; kind of girl, I still like them and it wouldn't hurt to write about the band. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during the past, couple of days, I've been hearing so much positive feedback on the album and I just wasn't one to be left out (although on most times, I always find myself being in that situation) so what I did, was that I hurriedly grabbed a copy of the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/29gofpj.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Track List:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Infected&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Security of The Familiar, The Tranquility of Repetition&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stuck in the Middle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just Drive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fairweather Fan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweet Kerosene&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Falling On You&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heaven Wasn't Built to Hold Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unbreakable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring On The World&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fight The Future&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only the Meek Get Pinched. The Bold Survive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;To say that I was pleased is an understatement because to be completely honest, I love this album - all the tracks are awesome to the point that all the songs are my favorite! And I would just like to say that you did a good job, &lt;b&gt;Four Year Strong&lt;/b&gt;. Now I know what the fuss was all about. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you're into the whole rock thing, I suggest that you go to your nearest record store and go get yourself a copy. It's worth every penny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-6019376390994404914?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/6019376390994404914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=6019376390994404914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/6019376390994404914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/6019376390994404914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-any-way-shape-or-form.html' title='In Some Way, Shape Or Form'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/29gofpj_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-8941162778121960618</id><published>2011-11-06T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T15:43:05.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Wait Is Over</title><content type='html'>Sort of. I mean, it's nothing big but I'm blogging about it because there isn't really anything to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/ei3zhg.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you got it right. I finally managed to get myself a BlackBerry. Nothing too grand really, but almost all of my friends are on it (and BBM). Not to mention it's extremely convenient. It's just a Curve 8520, really basic but I get to tweet everywhere I am now. Yes, I'm a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send me your PINs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-8941162778121960618?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/8941162778121960618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=8941162778121960618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/8941162778121960618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/8941162778121960618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/11/long-wait-is-over.html' title='The Long Wait Is Over'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/ei3zhg_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-1690159770931726299</id><published>2011-10-18T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T22:00:18.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Wishlist for 2011</title><content type='html'>This isn't new, really. I've posted it on my Facebook and I might just alter it a little bit since it's for a different setting (for the lack of a better term). I just find it appropriate to talk about something in regards of the holidays sooner than later. Now's the perfect time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months back (just a month ago, really) I decided to compile my annual Christmas wishlist composed of random material things and not. On most times I really have a hard time looking for things that would really tickle my interest but I get the job done anyway, so it's all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, shall we start? Okay, let me begin with the random material things that have been making me somewhat drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first things I should definitely start piling in my closet are dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/297133_2411019152104_1150011945_2999214_175459220_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Structured sleeve skater dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/313687_2411019672117_1150011945_2999217_1500699782_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuck shift dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/304024_2411006711793_1150011945_2999172_912262179_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossover dress by LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/320424_2411019552114_1150011945_2999216_1637706876_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lace sleeve dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/315488_2411007631816_1150011945_2999175_576943969_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditsy contrast collar dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/304643_2411005031751_1150011945_2999164_669517720_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angle sleeve dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all from Topshop. While,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/304254_2411009311858_1150011945_2999182_215662206_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fold over geo dress is from Forever 21 (it's on sale by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;In case you'd like to send me a couple of these items, in Topshop, I'm a size 8. Easily a medium everywhere else. For asian brands, I'm a large since our sizes here are somehow smaller than the European / American ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the outer wears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/321564_2411010111878_1150011945_2999186_209017031_n.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Gryffindor jacket from Hot Topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/309563_2411007791820_1150011945_2999176_890371062_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double-knit blazer with heart patch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/298336_2411011231906_1150011945_2999193_1202800629_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letterman jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/308444_2411013551964_1150011945_2999199_741285527_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace dove open cardigan. All from Forever 21 as well.&lt;img height="266" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/307580_2411009631866_1150011945_2999183_158266551_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this Four Year Strong jacket is available.. Well honestly I have no idea. But I'm pretty sure these babies are available from their website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;That would be it for the jackets. Now for the tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/311138_2411007111803_1150011945_2999174_1491249224_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day of the dead tank top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/320477_2411005631766_1150011945_2999166_1594057881_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood is the New Black metal bears distressed tank top, both from Urban Outfitters. It sucks how expensive their stuff are. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;I've also got a thing for band merch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/315458_2411014191980_1150011945_2999200_1994102687_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've included this Pierce the Veil raglan tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/317734_2411014551989_1150011945_2999201_1819214417_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this Pierce the Veil heather gray tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="299" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/308874_2411015712018_1150011945_2999203_375755974_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a bunch of their other stuff like SD tank tops and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/302181_2411015472012_1150011945_2999202_1583564211_n.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Pierce the Veil shorts are absolutely adorable. I'd totally wear them out.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I've recently realized that my favorite skinny jeans are missing. I forgot where I last left them. I'm pretty sure they're at my dad's place though but I haven't really gotten the chance to just raid the closets for it. So I just decided to include jeans to my wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/302603_2411006031776_1150011945_2999168_1085491002_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic skinny jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/318786_2411008591840_1150011945_2999179_1658565317_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essential skinny jeans&lt;br /&gt;Both from Forever 21. You might have noticed that I included quite a number of clothes that are from Forever 21. It's because, first and foremost: they're not that expensive. And secondly, there's basically a Forever 21 anywhere in the world. I'm a size 30. Shut up, I gained weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;And now, for my ultimate favorite. I never really considered myself as a shoe collector but with the number of footwear I currently own, it's not hard to classify myself as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="265" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/302366_2411004791745_1150011945_2999163_2120023807_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="239" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/317005_2411021072152_1150011945_2999220_1334662519_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vans Authentics in royal blue. Also in black, red and orange. Recently I've been loving everything with bright colors just to steer clear from a little bit of black. But the next things I'm about to post is going to contradict what I just said but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/319285_2411010791895_1150011945_2999190_182529436_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keds hi-top Champions in black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/295775_2411006591790_1150011945_2999171_1761028733_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooperative suede oxford wedge from Urban Outfitters. They look extremely sturdy and comfortable. Like I can wear them on a regular day and not worry how much they're going to hurt my feet but I'm most positive that they won't. There's a similar pair from Aldo. I'm going to have to save up for those. Aldo isn't exactly the cheapest there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="299" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/309479_2411006271782_1150011945_2999169_367880151_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown oxfords just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/306414_2411011591915_1150011945_2999196_8583291_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minnetonka moccasins. I think this is a closet (or shoe rack) staple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/303231_2411008431836_1150011945_2999178_1160039309_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecote leather criss cross lace up boots from Urban Outfitters. Again, too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="316" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/293291_2411020112128_1150011945_2999218_1282809094_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-strap floral flats from Ichigo. Cheapest footwear on my wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually a size 7.5 (US Women's). Sometimes 8. Obviously bigger for Asian footwear. I'm a 9 for those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I also decided to add a couple of accessories to my list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/310511_2411008071827_1150011945_2999177_986537393_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecote around the world backpack from UO. They're so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/310678_2411013471962_1150011945_2999198_1909791689_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat eye sunnies from Urban Outfitters. I'm still trying to find a compensation for this. I'm currently using the one from my friend - I sort of switched sunnies with her. She has my flat-topped pair of tortoise sun glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img 300554_2411010031876_1150011945_2999185_607476871_n.jpg="" a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net="" height="268" hphotos-ak-ash4="" http:="" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/303554_2411019432111_1150011945_2999215_1878775799_n.jpg&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Hermoine's time turner. Please don't laugh at me. I'm a big potter head. Most of my friends know this.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src=" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free spirit leatherette necklace from Forever 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="287" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/321578_2411010271882_1150011945_2999187_1080333312_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter silly bandz! Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;That would be it for the accessories. On to other material things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/293292_2411010511888_1150011945_2999188_1493655218_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An iPhone 4. I would have posted a picture of the iPhone 4s but it wasn't existing at the time I made this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="276" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/307279_2411017472062_1150011945_2999208_304095357_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A room make over I've been bugging my mother for already a year, I think. White walls and Christmas lights. I'd like it to be a little bit messier than this of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="266" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/13017085/tumblr_lphg8kU4Gj1qc5eoko1_1280_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MacBook Pro &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; a new dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I also decided on putting up stuff that cannot be represented through photos but I still tried. These things are bigger than the rest of my wishlist but I still think that having some of those material things wouldn't hurt. Anyway, the next few stuff I'll be posting will also include some feelings as I explain. Hmm. Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="296" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16051614/tumblr_lsiyipGnHg1qdvytko1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's written is pretty much self-explanatory. Although I would like to expound. Most of you must be aware that I've always wanted to leave the Philippines. I can't remember when this want blossomed but I'm pretty solid on my thoughts. My mom approves, my dad approves. Now, the only problem I have are the visas, fares and stuff like that. I've decided on a couple of countries already but I'll decide later on really where I want to be. Once I graduate from my Fine Arts course, I'd like to pursue art history. I'm still not sure whether I want a masteral or a second degree. Either would definitely look good on my credentials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="268" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/309364_2411021472162_1150011945_2999221_273121868_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I've been setting my hopes on was going to Vans Warped Tour. Photography has been one of my passions since I was in high school - back then it wasn't as overrated as it is today. Just admit it. I've been really hooked on event photography. I like taking pictures of musicians and random people. Never really a fan of the studio and a set, honestly. I just want everything to be spontaneous. It would also be a great thing since music has got to be the one thing I love next to my family and friends. I can never live a day without it - it's a part of who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="267" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/296324_2411021632166_1150011945_2999222_1764831479_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not the least. This has got to be the cheesiest thing on my wishlist ever. True love. Overrated but I couldn't help myself. I'm just a girl after all. I know I wouldn't find it here. I don't know how, but I just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;So that's it, folks. Oh and another thing that I really want is to finally get that (tattoo) sleeve I've been itching to get for more than a month now. I have the design and all so hopefully it wouldn't be too hard to fulfill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew! This is one long blog post. Longest I've ever made, perhaps? If not then whatever. Who cares right? If you have nothing better to do maybe you should take some time and think of the things you really want. Christmas is not always about the material things in life. As you can see, I ended this wishlist not with those, but things that I know are irreplaceable - things that nobody can ever take away from me. Well okay, maybe some people can but a girl can only hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-1690159770931726299?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/1690159770931726299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=1690159770931726299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/1690159770931726299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/1690159770931726299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-christmas-wishlist-for-2011.html' title='My Christmas Wishlist for 2011'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-6807697810649676350</id><published>2011-09-29T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T20:03:53.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne's Fool-Proof Ways to Survive Hell Week</title><content type='html'>Oh look, another blog post for the month of September? Came too soon? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the recent couple of days on the Interweb have been.. uneventful so to speak. Seeing that there was a typhoon (Pedring) and we lost power for about 36 hours, which was incredibly annoying! And I was basically itching to go on Pottermore to brew a bunch of potions for my house (Hufflepuff). If you have Pottermore, don't forget to add me. I'm &lt;b&gt;ProphecyCastle8&lt;/b&gt;. (Shameless plug right there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the power was out, I had a lot of time in my hands to ponder about my next entry (this). So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anne's Fool-Proof Ways to Survive Hell Week&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Make a playlist -&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;For me this is a crucial part of going through hell week. It's important to match your mood with your chosen set of songs. While working on my truck load of plates, I often blast rock music - an obvious favorite of mine. I might be biased but believe me, I also listen to other genres though I'm very selective about it. Recently I've been playing a lot of &lt;i&gt;Pierce the Veil, Four Year Strong&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;A Day to Remember&lt;/i&gt;. I steer clear of some good 'ol &lt;i&gt;All Time Low&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Mayday Parade&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;The Maine&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/i&gt; and the likes since their songs (more often than not) bring me to reminiscing which isn't really the purpose of making a playlist.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Write a "To Do" list&lt;/b&gt; - This one works just like magic! It keeps you in line and in track of all the things you need to accomplish within a certain span of time. I usually write mine in a planner but then I barely even open that thing, so for this hell week I tried something different. I got a bunch of post-its and stuck them on my mirror since I usually&amp;nbsp;(as narcissistic as it sounds)&amp;nbsp;glance at my reflection. My mirror's attached to a cabinet and I pass by it all of the time. Plus, I strategically positioned my post-its on the part where I can usually see my face to remind me of the work I have to accomplish.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stay away from the interweb&lt;/b&gt; - This is probably the hardest thing for me to do during finals week. I'm always in front of the laptop, guaranteed! Another reason why it's so difficult for me to not be online is because of all these stories I stumble upon. Okay, I admit it, I'm a geek for amateur stories. They keep me entertained at all costs. But since it is that time of the semester, I am consistently reminding and restraining myself from this. You should focus on what you have to need to do, not on you want to do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stack ip on the 3-in-1&lt;i&gt;s&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - Whether you like it or not, caffeine will be your new best friend especially when you're a professional procrastinator / crammer like me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stay awake&lt;/b&gt; - Don't you even dare take a power nap! You'll only end up sleeping for more than eight hours. I'm not saying this just because, this is based on experience, kids. Keep in mind that when this is all over, you can get all the sleep you want.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Keep a positive outlook&lt;/b&gt; - Extremely important! You must have the will to finish everything. No need for sulking or anything over-dramatic. Just do what you gotta do as a student.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nail it!&lt;/b&gt; - Probably the hardest part of this whole guide. Well okay, hard for me as a fine arts student seeing that our grades usually depend on the professor's tastes and mood.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Give yourself a prize&lt;/b&gt; - Now this is for when it's all over. This is something to look forward to once you've accomplished everything. Get a well-deserved massage or maybe a trip to the salon to get yourself pampered (I'll be doing the latter).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there! I can't believe I actually finished an all-text blog post! Okay, so maybe I'm not yet done. I have yet to hand out a couple of tips for you college students out there who feel like dying during this difficult time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tips for everyone who's stressing over exams / plates / deadlines&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't skip meals&lt;/b&gt;. At first you might think that it's alright since you get to lose weight but then it causes headaches which isn't really a pleasant company while studying / doing your thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drink lots of water&lt;/b&gt;. If you aren't a fan of caffeine, drink ice-cold water instead. Not only does it help wake you up but also helps remove toxins from your body.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take Vitamin C!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It is an unwritten rule for almost all college students to not sleep when it is called for. Lack of sleep brings down our immunity system so don't forget to back it up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm really done. I hope this blog post has somewhat helped you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have not put this much effort into composing a post for my blog. Do I get props for this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-6807697810649676350?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/6807697810649676350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=6807697810649676350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/6807697810649676350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/6807697810649676350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/09/annes-fool-proof-ways-to-survive-hell.html' title='Anne&apos;s Fool-Proof Ways to Survive Hell Week'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-6055090444555050319</id><published>2011-09-26T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T18:50:44.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellogoodbye</title><content type='html'>The title, obviously from a Beatles song. Could also be taken inspiration from the band, Hellogoodbye - who I've been listening to latelly. It makes me feel like I'm in high school again. Carefree, no problems, good times. Anyway, the reason of which (in regards of my post's title) is because this is my first blog entry for the month of September! So hello September. But then again, it's almost over so I'm here to say an early goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September has been fairly good. Really good, actually. But of course it can't always be perfect. There were a couple of glitches - none that I can't handle. Still a downside of my month, I'm not going to deny that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my recent post, I indicated that I was thrilled about the All Time Low concert that took place last September 22 (Thursday) in the Araneta Colliseum. It was amazing! The only thing that sucked about it were my seats. I was dying to jump up and down and actually mosh if only I wasn't given that much open space. If you must know, I was seated at the top-most and farthest from the stage. I've gotten bitter about this minor detail but all in all, they were beyond amazing. They sound like the freaking record which kind of freaked me out. Anyway, I'm not going to post pictures of that. I did, if that's what you want to know, but they suck big time. There wasn't a specific word of how dismayed I am with that single detail. Upon watching the concert, I made a promise. A promise that&lt;b&gt; it wouldn't be the first and last time I'll be watching them&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I've mentioned my plans on this blog but I really don't want to get into detail. Just don't wanna jinx it, is all. But I hope you'll wish me luck! I'd really need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some of the other things that happened this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening of Moonleaf Tea Shop in P.Noval (September 9, if I remember accurately). I was thrilled to find out that I will finally taste the famous Moonleaf Milk Tea! I obviously had no idea what to order so it took me quite some time to pick one and I ended up with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/16h0yvb.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;This is the limited edition Peppermint Milk Tea (&lt;i&gt;parang sneakers lang eh no, limited edition&lt;/i&gt;) and it was really good! I usually chose the safest order when it came to milk tea - Nai Cha. But this time I decided to pick out something a little out of the norm. I would have tried the Yakult one but this one was too difficult to pass. I have a thing for mint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, is the sudden realization that my room looks like that of a boy's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/actr10.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on. With the blue sheets and blue walls and all that. It just screams &lt;i&gt;MANLY&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of the highlights of my month would probably be this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls2grtbsGy1qzborjo1_500.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, I received my activation e-mail for Pottermore last Saturday and I'm so crazy about it! I'm actually one of the first hundreds and thousands of people to be able to try it. It's pretty amazing. Got into Hufflepuff, if that isn't obvious enough. I'm officially a badger. Gained a couple of points for my house and still trying to. Seeing that we have the most members yet we're last in line for the House Cup. I can't just let that happen, right? But then Pottermore just wouldn't let me log in due to "&lt;i&gt;overwhelming demand&lt;/i&gt;". Pfft, whatever. I'll just wait it out then since I don't really have a choice. Oh, and if you'd like to add me, my username is "&lt;b&gt;ProphecyCastle8&lt;/b&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that's some of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15248545/tumblr_ls39ko0XAC1qat2ooo1_500_large.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something that's been bugging me though. I've been feeling a little sullen lately since after the All Time Low concert. Maybe it's PMS or whatever but it's just honestly really annoying. Seriously though, I know that I just want to get out of here. The Philippines is making me stuffy and I don't like stuffy. Almost made me feel claustrophobic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's no point of being all brooding. So here's an awesome line from All Time Low's song, weightless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never fails to lift my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;#TrueStory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-6055090444555050319?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/6055090444555050319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=6055090444555050319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/6055090444555050319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/6055090444555050319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/09/hellogoodbye.html' title='Hellogoodbye'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i51.tinypic.com/16h0yvb_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-6849056232918850657</id><published>2011-08-30T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T03:53:00.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manilart 2011 v.2</title><content type='html'>As most of you (probably) know, I went back to NBC tent for another round of &lt;b&gt;Manilart 2011&lt;/b&gt; just so I could take a better look at the artworks. I wasn't really able to get the titles of &lt;i&gt;most&lt;/i&gt; of the artworks. Obviously I was too engrossed in taking their photos. Now, here are some of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/5zo46f.jpg" width="450px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2dmbgg5.jpg" width="450px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;You know I've always had a thing for Photography.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2qw0yz8.jpg" width="450px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/9uq9g9.jpg" width="450px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/5u3g4o.jpg" width="450px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-6849056232918850657?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/6849056232918850657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=6849056232918850657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/6849056232918850657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/6849056232918850657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/08/manilart-2011-v2.html' title='Manilart 2011 v.2'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i55.tinypic.com/5zo46f_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-447073239919742823</id><published>2011-08-27T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T12:32:19.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all time low'/><title type='text'>Time Bomb</title><content type='html'>Here I am once again, sitting in our computer lab.. blogging. One of the things I try to do as often as I can. My last post (as you can see / remember) was about Manilart 2011. This time I'll still be discussing art, but in a different form. It's actually one of my passions! Yup, you got it right, I'm talking about music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/dg6r9s.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming September 20, one of my favorite bands will be having Manila as one of their tour destinations and I can't help but be thrilled about it. At the same time, I feel extremely bad 'cause I don't really have the cash to see them. But thank the heavens for good people! One of my friends is giving me a ticket for the show which made me even more excited. The thing is, I don't know what seat we're going to have. Well, I'm just going to keep my fingers crossed for this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-447073239919742823?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/447073239919742823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=447073239919742823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/447073239919742823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/447073239919742823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/08/time-bomb.html' title='Time Bomb'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/dg6r9s_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-2201857950662374442</id><published>2011-08-25T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T16:44:22.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedged Glory</title><content type='html'>I'm no fashion blogger, nor am I a super trendy person. But right now I just can't help but blog about this pair of shoes I came across online.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://multiply.com/mu/asianvogue/image/1/photos/492/500x500/513/SY-77399-P1205-BLACK.jpg?et=twbIxyEejC6%2BaM3sZuKqEA&amp;amp;nmid=426506422" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedge booties aren't the latest trend but when I saw these on Asian Vogue, I couldn't help but imagine myself wearing it on different occasions! Mostly in school, all I have to do is wear black socks and I'm good to go. Plus, they're not that expensive (which I'm really thankful for). Hopefully, I get to buy them in two weeks time. Keeping my fingers crossed! Besides, I'm in dire need of a pair of new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-2201857950662374442?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/2201857950662374442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=2201857950662374442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/2201857950662374442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/2201857950662374442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/08/wedged-glory.html' title='Wedged Glory'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-348546674276038976</id><published>2011-08-25T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T01:21:22.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manilart 2011</title><content type='html'>Today was the opening of Manilart 2011 and I wasn't really supposed to go. Heck, I wasn't supposed to do anything. I was going to stay home and try to work on my thesis but things don't normally go as planned. So I went to school with the mentality that I will have my thesis checked but it was all put to waste when my friend and I decided to just get a hot oil (treatment).  I even got disappointed that I had it done (my hair) 'cause I didn't even see my crush but it was all put to good use when my mom told me that she got me a VIP ticket for &lt;b&gt;Manilart&lt;/b&gt;. Actually I really was supposed to attend today but then my blockmates backed out so it's just me. Good thing I brought an extra shirt with me but I still felt extremely under-dressed. Around 97% of the attendees were in either barongs / suits / ternos / dresses / gowns / heels and me? I wore a regular tank top, skinny jeans and flats. Good thing I brought my cropped blazer with me or else..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it's time for photos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/305797_2344979621157_1150011945_2928058_5319686_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/301437_2344981301199_1150011945_2928062_4412243_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Lester, Daniel and Tita Tess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/301262_2344997821612_1150011945_2928110_477508_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like taking photos of moving people. It's challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/291772_2345013061993_1150011945_2928166_7205802_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel (middle) got recognized for being.. I forgot. But I do remember how the host mentioned that he's a "Singapore-based" artist and how he laughed at it after 'cause he lives in Antipolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/302127_2345015582056_1150011945_2928176_3477988_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/293392_2345018102119_1150011945_2928186_6560019_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/306252_2345030502429_1150011945_2928229_7183583_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the artworks showcased in the event. There are a gazillion more so I really have to go back and check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some spying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/318792_2345022982241_1150011945_2928203_713174_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/312632_2345021902214_1150011945_2928201_7991260_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! It's the beautiful, Sarah Gaugler. CFAD represent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/228922_2345038822637_1150011945_2928260_8351237_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we saw.. do I really have to tell you guys who this person is? Tessa Prieto-Valdes in the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I'm not able to recognize the artists on this post. As I have said, I didn't really get to go near to somewhat "inspect" the artworks and find out the artist's names. I will though! You can totally hold me to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-348546674276038976?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/348546674276038976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=348546674276038976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/348546674276038976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/348546674276038976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/08/manilart-2011.html' title='Manilart 2011'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-7654886943869615552</id><published>2011-08-07T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T14:20:04.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Georgina x Mary Nicole</title><content type='html'>Yesterday marked the end of my sleepless nights (not really, but I'm hoping). I was finally able to submit my painting which I made using oil on canvas. I'm really happy about the painting even if I wasn't able to give her tattoos - oh, and just in case it isn't obvious yet, I named her (the painting) Georgina. Yeah, after the extremely gorgeous, Georgina Wilson. Even if she looks nothing like her. I actually made my friend, Ish Manuel my peg but it didn't look anything like her.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/23uc2mc.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;My peg for the painting is actually a friend of mine (Ish). I was also supposed to name it after her but since I had no idea what her real name was, I consulted my dear blockmates and "Georgina" is what I got.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2evg4no.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Evidence.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Other than this, I had another entry for the Digital Fine Arts division but sadly, I wasn't able to submit it due to some annoying circumstances - my files got corrupted. Major bummer, I know. I spent all night working on it only to find out the following day that my efforts have been put to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/2qbrqis.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by one of my close friends, &lt;a href="http://iammarynicole.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mary Nicole&lt;/a&gt; (hence, the title of the artwork).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you must know, this blog entry has been sitting around my drafts for weeks! But then I was blog-hopping so I got inspired. I have no idea how pro-bloggers do it. It's quite inspiring, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-7654886943869615552?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/7654886943869615552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=7654886943869615552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/7654886943869615552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/7654886943869615552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/08/georgina-x-mary-nicole.html' title='Georgina x Mary Nicole'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/23uc2mc_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-5557071368736338761</id><published>2011-08-03T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T19:26:49.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face lift</title><content type='html'>I need to give this blog a face lift - a new layout. This one is starting to make me vomit with all the bright colors. But then maybe I should just sleep it off, snap decisions don't really do good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12845071/tumblr_loz8ocC2Nx1qa0qld_large.gif?1312359833" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-5557071368736338761?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/5557071368736338761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=5557071368736338761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5557071368736338761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5557071368736338761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/08/face-lift.html' title='Face lift'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-713671438631793113</id><published>2011-07-26T10:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T00:57:55.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hearts</title><content type='html'>This is like an extended post to my update on &lt;a href="http://pleasenodisco.blogspot.com/"&gt;Please No Disco&lt;/a&gt; (It's in dire need of more readers). Well, my latest entry was about Digitalism's new single called "2 Hearts" and I swear to mother Mary that it's been playing in my head over and over for the past couple of weeks. But it's not the only thing I've been paying attention to. My 2' x 3' sized canvas has been seeking my attention since Thursday and seriously, I have been giving it too much. That's why right now, I'm in front of the laptop since I haven't been updating this blog for god-knows-how-long. So right, about the painting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I've accomplished the day I bought the canvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/elab6a.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Barely pretty and not well-proportioned. The background looks like crap because it is not finished yet. I'm trying out glazing just like that mother-crapper, Johannes Vermeer's style. Decided to start early and work on it as much as I can so I wouldn't feel too bad when I see the other contender's paintings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/spg707.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my progress on that same day (Thursday night). What? I was in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/3469mhv.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture taken today after I painted some of the hair. I know, it still looks a bit off but when I'm done with this, she will be a bomb shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/t7hpp3.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up close and personal? Nah. Well, she doesn't look that bad when I first started with her, right? So mad props to me for that. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I LOL at my self-flattery&lt;/span&gt;. Her boobs look weird I know - I will fix them. The shading's quite scary as well - I'll fix that too. You probably noticed she has more hair now! And it's extremely stylish. Shaven on one side - so hipster! Wait for the background, you will be shitting triangles once this is all over. LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew! This is the longest entry I've written in a while, isn't it? &lt;i&gt;Pats self on the back&lt;/i&gt;. I'm not done yet, though so you must go on and read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon, right after class, my blockmates and I decided to play RockBand. It's actually pretty cool, you know? I never thought I'd get close with them especially when I first thought of them as snobs (I hope they don't read this!). But they all turned out to be pretty cool, approachable and really funny so we all sort of just got along. Wish I have pictures to show you guys but I rarely bring my camera with me anymore since it's just too heavy for my life! But one of this days I'll be tagging Tyler along with me to school or to Yanna's monthly party (a get-together of our block at her place every first week of each month). Can't wait to show you guys my new blockmates. It's nice to finally know people from outside my previous block.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway! What was I talking about? Oh, right - RockBand! So yes, we played and had an absolutely great time. We sang and played instruments (although not for real, it almost felt legit) and bonded over a couple of stupid stuff that we found hilarious. It was kind of awkward though 'cause of that tiny sexual tension between me and my crush who sat beside me 91% of the time. We don't talk much but we hang out - heck I barely even look at him! So I was ranting to Yanna about how I always end up liking drummers then she was joking around that maybe I should ask my crush if he plays the drums, which I didn't, but found out while playing RockBand that he in fact, &lt;b&gt;did&lt;/b&gt;. The blood in my face almost drained when he started pounding on the make-shift set just like a real drummer would. I mean, it's pretty easy to tell when a guy plays the instrument right? Ugh. I got semi-frustrated. But it's okay since it's nothing serious. It's just a tiny crush! Besides, there's actually this one guy I'm kind of getting to know at the moment but it's a story for another post so maybe when we're done with our first date, I can just tell you about it.. or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's a drummer, too. Funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-713671438631793113?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/713671438631793113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=713671438631793113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/713671438631793113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/713671438631793113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/07/two-hearts.html' title='Two Hearts'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i55.tinypic.com/elab6a_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-159247457349057536</id><published>2011-07-12T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T10:33:42.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holler from Class!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/19m9nk.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my blockmate, Paeng during our TV Art class. Basically, this is all that we do - other than listening to our professor of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2pt2gpv.jpg" width="450px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/vrqb8w.jpg" width="450px"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me, humiliating myself. Adios amigos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-159247457349057536?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/159247457349057536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=159247457349057536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/159247457349057536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/159247457349057536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/07/holler-from-class.html' title='Holler from Class!'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i55.tinypic.com/19m9nk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-1252342424094293636</id><published>2011-07-05T09:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T00:41:03.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming With a Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>Once in a blue moon, a girl like me would want to involve herself in a little drama - even if she's not the type of person who does. Our subconscious basically tells us we need it one way or the other. And honestly, I (the cold-hearted person that I am) avoid it at all costs. But then no matter how much I do, it finds me anyway. &lt;b&gt;And it sucks&lt;/b&gt;! Of all the things I dislike, I probably loathe crying the most.. and feeling that hole in the cavity of your chest. Oh, and being overdramatic too. The only reason I cry about is my family, I mean that's pretty valid, right? But love? Oh gosh, are you serious?! But then again, I'm a girl and I haven't actually mastered the art of controlling your feelings just yet, so pardon my rant.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished reading through a website about a person's hand-writing and I learned so much about myself. Like how I conceal my real emotions that it comes to a point when people think I'm a below twenty (degrees) kind of person - which I've been told.. several times.. by several different people. I don't know if it's a bad thing or what but it kind of bothers me seeing that some people called me "stone-hearted / cold-hearted". Well okay, it's true that I often keep (my feelings) to myself and if ever I do tell my friends about how I feel, I can't seem to find the appropriate emotion, often times I just smile or laugh even if the topic isn't exactly something that you could call happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's true that we're all twisted in our own little ways and I know that this.. is mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-1252342424094293636?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/1252342424094293636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=1252342424094293636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/1252342424094293636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/1252342424094293636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/07/dreaming-with-broken-heart.html' title='Dreaming With a Broken Heart'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-3432165045954110180</id><published>2011-06-28T01:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T02:10:58.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Shit, I Think I'm in Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2gtcmdw.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/25u1v95.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2mxojll.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2nc3qrb.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2r44vhc.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/23lxe7d.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2qu86bs.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/25sc1g6.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No. 1 Reason Why I'm Single:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of boys like this in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please, get me out of here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake Cooper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-3432165045954110180?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/3432165045954110180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=3432165045954110180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3432165045954110180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3432165045954110180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/06/holy-shit-i-think-im-in-love.html' title='Holy Shit, I Think I&apos;m in Love!'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i52.tinypic.com/2gtcmdw_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-7992102426624292233</id><published>2011-06-21T11:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T15:53:10.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11036145/tumblr_ln0p0182Ch1qk7g9bo1_1280_large.jpg?1308625105" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again, blogging during class hours which isn't exactly allowed but I just couldn't help it! So a little update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday while I was in school, my brother was sick with a fever and my mom decided to bring him to the hospital. See, he was really ill and his fever wasn't exactly coming down. Plus, he felt extremely weak. He got confined, and still is. But right now, he's getting better so thank the heavens! Honestly, him getting sick was also kind of a blessing in disguise - he actually brought my family together.. on fathers' day. As in my mom and my dad in the same room, acting all civil as if nothing happened. It almost felt normal. I tried really hard not to cry of course because I clearly never thought that day would come so soon. Plus, every time I would look at my brother while he was lying on that hospital bed, it just tore me apart. We were never really super close but we'd talk and joke around on some occasions and it hurt me to see him like that. I couldn't help but wish that it was me instead of him. But anyway, he's all better now and I couldn't be any more thankful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-7992102426624292233?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/7992102426624292233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=7992102426624292233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/7992102426624292233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/7992102426624292233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/06/here-i-am-again-blogging-during-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-1751202320988129163</id><published>2011-06-15T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T11:13:11.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please No Disco!</title><content type='html'>I finally decided to blog about music, and I'm doing it &lt;a href="http://pleasenodisco.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Thank you so much &lt;a href="http://iammarynicole.tk/"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt; for helping me out with the name. Thus, coming up with it. I've already put something up and it's about a band called White Lies. Didn't exactly say anything too fancy, it's just that I think they're pretty awesome (probably beyond what words can describe).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/2795682/tumblr_l4sq38uBon1qztswlo1_500_large.jpg?1277848710" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So if you're a Joy Division fan, I suggest you check out the &lt;a href="http://pleasenodisco.blogspot.com/2011/06/liar-liar-pants-on-fire.html"&gt;blog post&lt;/a&gt; and listen to them. ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and please do follow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-1751202320988129163?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/1751202320988129163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=1751202320988129163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/1751202320988129163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/1751202320988129163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/06/please-no-disco.html' title='Please No Disco!'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-5023128660808046587</id><published>2011-06-14T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T01:43:11.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unknown</title><content type='html'>Here I am, taking another attempt in updating my so-called blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School has once again started (although I haven't exactly enrolled yet) and I'm trying to get in the zone. You know that feeling when school finishes and summer rolls by. At first you're nothing but thrilled but after a while you can't wait for classes to start again? We're all well aware that it's a routine. When you're stressing about homework all you'll be wishing for is for the next vacation to roll by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my last year in college and it's all starting to sink in. After ten months or so, I'll be graduating and then later on unemployed. I'm not exactly looking forward to the unemployed part but I'm hoping to bag a job right after I finish college. Something that would either involve music, arts or traveling. Does that narrow down my choices?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10738510/tumblr_lmp4dkz2v91qfthmwo1_500_large.jpg?1307914335" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future isn't sure; nor are my plans. This school year I just want to do really good and make my parents proud - show them that nothing has been put to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10765300/tumblr_lmqoidyJNW1qeog41o1_500_large.jpg?1307986118" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-5023128660808046587?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/5023128660808046587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=5023128660808046587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5023128660808046587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5023128660808046587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/06/unknown.html' title='The Unknown'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-504295562023034673</id><published>2011-06-05T02:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T03:45:31.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Constant</title><content type='html'>I said goodbye to (semi) straight hair and side-swept bangs. This is my way of moving on towards a new chapter in my life. It's going to be my last year in college and I don't want to look like a fifteen-year-old hormone-crazed teenager who's obsessed with the front man of this year's it band. If that doesn't make sense to you now, someday it will. Someday you'll understand. It's been far too long since I decided to change my hair drastically. For a new semester I'd usually just dye it but this time I'm going for the extra mile.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hair has been parted on the side for the longest time and I never thought that I would go back to &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt;. Plus, I am fully embracing my wavy hair. Okay maybe it's not that wavy but still wavy nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Before:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljn45pyA8t1qzborjo1_500.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;After:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a0.twimg.com/profile_images/1378317279/IMG3676_copy.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not be able to see the huge difference I've been blabbing about but I swear it's really out-of-character (for me, at least). This is my way of somewhat stepping out of my comfort zone. I swear I'll post a clearer photo soon!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;I did not have it permed, nor processed into anything artificial (Except for the color, of course).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-504295562023034673?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/504295562023034673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=504295562023034673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/504295562023034673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/504295562023034673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/06/constant.html' title='Constant'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-5959132986777116978</id><published>2011-05-29T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T00:46:12.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10193751/tumblr_lltg7soSkR1qasfhmo1_500_large.jpg?1306533559" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about your career path? It's not just &lt;i&gt;what you want to be when you grow up&lt;/i&gt; anymore. The thing is, I don't know what I want. Okay, scratch that. I do know what I want. But it doesn't involve getting old, getting tired and paying taxes. More of the partying, the traveling and sleepless nights - yup, that's more like it. But it can't be. So right now, I'm weighing my options. You're all well-aware of how much I don't want to be stuck in this rut.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom's still pushing me to go to Australia - I'm still pushing my luck to head over to England or maybe the U.S. of A. Right now I really can't tell. But you know, I don't want to jinx anything at the moment. I need to graduate first before any of this gets to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which, please keep your fingers crossed for me. It's my last year in college and I can't really afford any mishaps this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10045335/tumblr_lkgin7GTju1qdq0f8o1_500_large.jpg?1306136615" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;PS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I want all the lavishness in life and I know I'm getting it the hard way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-5959132986777116978?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/5959132986777116978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=5959132986777116978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5959132986777116978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5959132986777116978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/05/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-6547435518037736957</id><published>2011-05-16T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T18:47:33.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Me Deadly</title><content type='html'>Summer is barely over and I'm already freaking out on my thesis. Seriously, this is the worst thing to do while you're on vacation - &lt;b&gt;worrying about school&lt;/b&gt;. I must say that this is all because of that thesis orientation thing that happened a month ago. If you're curious how that one went, well.. I didn't go. For one I woke up late, plus I got extremely lazy! The heat outside was so unbearable that I'd rather just stay in than sweat buckets.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, I kept myself busy by working on my online portfolio which you can check out by clicking &lt;a href="http://annevitug.tumblr.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Well it isn't that flashy seeing that I want to showcase my designs and not my freaking layout. Anyway, I'm still working on the posts. Right now I'm just uploading my best works (in my opinion) which isn't exactly involve much effort since I just to click this and that and type random stuff. One of the things that piss me off though is the resolution. Yup, it sucks. That's why I included links to my &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/annevitug"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://staticbliss.deviantart.com/"&gt;DeviantArt&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of the stuff I have already posted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://annevitug.tumblr.com/photo/1280/5541352534/1/tumblr_llaavrdDqU1qk8icc" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://annevitug.tumblr.com/photo/1280/5539253664/1/tumblr_lla2l7lHG11qk8icc" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://annevitug.tumblr.com/photo/1280/5539238525/1/tumblr_lla2j0p0wV1qk8icc" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-6547435518037736957?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/6547435518037736957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=6547435518037736957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/6547435518037736957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/6547435518037736957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/05/kiss-me-deadly.html' title='Kiss Me Deadly'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-1619367433035970705</id><published>2011-05-05T03:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T22:51:16.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra Curricular</title><content type='html'>Yesterday has been absolutely uneventful and I mean it. I wish I could provide photos of it although I'm pretty sure that no image can ever represent the word (uneventful). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But just to humor you guys a bit - I've been working out. Yes, working out. As in, &lt;i&gt;sweating out all these calories&lt;/i&gt; kind of working out. It isn't the kind where I have to go to the gym and hire a trainer (which would be pretty expensive, if you ask me), it's the type wherein I get to stay in and just.. work out and sweat. It comes with a lot of discipline too and I'm actually having quite a hard time in that area. Okay, so I've been doing some yoga on my own thanks to my mom's Beginner Yoga VCDs. It's been rather relaxing and I've been doing it everyday since last Sunday! Why am I doing this? Self-fulfillment, obviously. Besides, I have a beach trip next month. You must think that it's too early for me to start dieting and stuff but this is also for when classes start! There has got to be something new about me. It's already a given rule. Remember when you were back in grade school and each year you need a new bag, a new pair of shoes (!), new everything - this is kind of like the same thing. I want to shed a couple of pounds. Seriously. It's my last year in college and I need to look good - take note of the word I used: &lt;i&gt;Need&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9410550/tumblr_lipiyrSQYA1qb0lxro1_500_large.jpg?1304410870" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not go to bed without doing yoga first. What can I say, it's a new must for my new-found lifestyle. Now I just need to control my food intake - less carbohydrates, definitely.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, so what else is new? Oh, right! I applied for an (art) internship!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/230009_10150282069284554_47961944553_9418834_1625853_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it's in &lt;a href="http://www.statusmagonline.com"&gt;Status Magazine&lt;/a&gt;! We're not really required to do any sort of On the Job Training (OJT), it's a personal choice - something that would make my resume look good. More work experience = brownie points! Besides, I've always wanted to work for a magazine. And if I do get the job then it would be like fulfilling my dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That right there is their May issue featuring Yoko Ono, an illustration by their Art Director Soleil Ignacio. It's pretty brilliant isn't it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-1619367433035970705?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/1619367433035970705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=1619367433035970705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/1619367433035970705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/1619367433035970705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/05/extra-curricular.html' title='Extra Curricular'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-7998047484319999221</id><published>2011-04-30T17:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T17:54:58.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>It isn't Spring (well, at least not in the Philippines since we only have two seasons) but I felt so bad for my room that I just had to get off my butt and start managing all this mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/28kndoh.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was bound to happen one way or the other. No matter how lazy I could get, I still found a reason to just do it. Besides, there was nothing left to do and I haven't worked out since.. Oh, right.. I don't work out. But you get my point, right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes.. those are the &lt;i&gt;before&lt;/i&gt; photos of my room. You must have noticed the mountain of clothes here and there. I never fail to make a mess every time I get ready, especially when I'm in a rush to get out of the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/2wmp6dk.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then after a little bit (a lot, actually) of sweeping, dusting, folding and organizing.. this is the result. Do you see the huge difference it made? I'm absolutely happy about it! Although I don't exactly sleep in my room anymore, at least I wouldn't be too shy to let anyone see it. Everything is in place - well, almost!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;Check out my desktop wallpaper! Pierce the Veil for the win!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-7998047484319999221?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/7998047484319999221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=7998047484319999221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/7998047484319999221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/7998047484319999221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i55.tinypic.com/28kndoh_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-7408504843512367042</id><published>2011-04-22T04:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T04:34:13.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new found glory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Even in the Summer</title><content type='html'>It's currently 4:20AM, April 22; Good Friday 2011. And I've been checking out random music videos of bands I've been listening to for the past months on YouTube. I'm sure you all know who &lt;b&gt;New Found Glory&lt;/b&gt; is. &lt;i&gt;If not, then Google them and check out their tunes&lt;/i&gt; (if you're into the same music as me, that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ks2tgou4ls1qansydo3_500.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is them.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as I was browsing through their multiple videos, I came across one of my favorite songs by them: It's Not Your Fault. See, I never really got around checking out their videos since I'm not much of a YouTube-r but when I do, I make sure that I get to watch a lot.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the video! It has got to be one of my favorite music videos made &lt;b&gt;ever&lt;/b&gt;. It was sweet with an unexpected ending (much like Rookie of the Year's "What is Love"). So if you haven't seen it, then all you have to do is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qz3_MF5qYDw&amp;amp;feature=relmfu"&gt;click this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6pdi2oMM31qa1fs5o1_500.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What a nice way to start good Friday. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-7408504843512367042?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/7408504843512367042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=7408504843512367042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/7408504843512367042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/7408504843512367042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/04/even-in-summer.html' title='Even in the Summer'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-3460954928087799424</id><published>2011-04-20T06:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T06:18:52.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='420'/><title type='text'>Happy 420!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8927775/tumblr_ljjmscYfuK1qeckaro1_500_large.gif?1303117069" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you who don't know what "420" is, then let me help you understand the whole concept of it. Four-twenty is a day celebrated by all hmm.. weed-enthusiasts.. smoke up and get &lt;b&gt;baked like a fucking cake&lt;/b&gt; every April 20, at 4:20PM. See, I don't really know who came up with this or whatever but a lot of people seem to be doing it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8953291/5498502672_74b48b8fa4_z_large.jpg?1303185808" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite positive that today is one of those days that I will regret not having my own stash. I know this isn't something that I should freely talk about over the Internet but hey, chill bros. It's only 420. And I had a really bad day yesterday. Now may I be excused?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-3460954928087799424?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/3460954928087799424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=3460954928087799424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3460954928087799424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3460954928087799424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-420.html' title='Happy 420!'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-5975892149994700101</id><published>2011-04-13T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T01:58:17.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8716931/tumblr_ljg73l1qIq1qavdr0o1_500_large.jpg?1302538013" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;True story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why people do it. Probably because of the thrill it brings. When you think that you're not supposed to do it, you get excited and with the fact that you're not allowed to make it happen.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me? I'm guilty as charged. I like the thrill - I probably even live for the thrill. My whole being is all about excitement. Everything will be a bore without and that's why I look for it. That's right, I'm a thrill seeker, if you must. But then again, who isn't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-5975892149994700101?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/5975892149994700101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=5975892149994700101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5975892149994700101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5975892149994700101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/04/true-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-5985309421536826176</id><published>2011-04-10T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T16:46:42.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Perks of Being a Wallflower'/><title type='text'>I Quit</title><content type='html'>You might have noticed on how I stopped posting / updating about the 15-Day Challenge. Yup, I stopped at Day 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now that I'm absolutely not busy, I started reading again. Like reading, reading. Not the usual stuff I read from the Internet but an actual book. A book I've always wanted to get my hands on but never really got the chance to because it's always out of stock at the bookstores. But yesterday, when my friend and I got into talking about random stuff, she mentioned that she has the book, and she let me borrow it! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking it really slowly though since I have so much free time and I'm afraid that I might run out of things to do once I finish the book. You see now why summer isn't exactly my thing? Too much vacancy, not enough money to fill it. Maybe I can ask my dad to get me more books. And maybe I can listen to more music. Probably spend my time making new T-shirts or figuring out what my thesis would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I hope this will become a productive summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7516420/5467763990_0ed86fc203_z_large.jpg?1298837697" width="450px"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-5985309421536826176?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/5985309421536826176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=5985309421536826176&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5985309421536826176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5985309421536826176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-quit.html' title='I Quit'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-6302628875006765781</id><published>2011-03-31T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T13:47:09.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='15-day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 9: Nine things you look for in a significant other</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8376872/4996379484_30f0ba66ef_z_large.jpg?1301543809" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_livu6c6Qp41qzborjo1_500.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8240342/tumblr_lidpxe2uO91qef836o1_500_large.jpg?1301148175" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8064442/tumblr_lic6o1Byyi1qewkj2o1_500_large.jpg?1300591349" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8064714/tumblr_lic5pdUR5E1qc4aw0o1_500_large.jpg?1300592042" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kind-hearted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can make me smile a lot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can make me laugh, too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good english / good diction / knows his grammar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Similar taste in music&lt;/b&gt; (VERY IMPORTANT!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knows how to dress well (a shirt / button-down, semi-skinny jeans and Vans, preferably)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Witty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The two Ts (tall and tattooed). The tattooed part is a plus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cute face, long hair (brownie points)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically we can say that I'm never going to have a boyfriend here in the Philippines. &lt;i&gt;I don't think so&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;I know so&lt;/b&gt;. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really hoping that the next time I enter a relationship, I get it right. I don't want to help him dress up each time we're going out. Or teach him proper grammar when we're hanging out. I'm just sick of that crap. I need somebody who knows himself. One who isn't about impressing other people because he doesn't need to anymore. A guy who I know my parents would approve of - and my extended family, too. Because they matter a lot to me. And if ever he does have tattoos, I just wish it's not a stupid tramp stamp - or an extremely gay tattoo. &lt;b&gt;YKWIM&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-6302628875006765781?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/6302628875006765781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=6302628875006765781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/6302628875006765781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/6302628875006765781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-9-nine-things-you-look-for-in.html' title='Day 9: Nine things you look for in a significant other'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-6438209186263623777</id><published>2011-03-30T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T15:50:49.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='15-day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 7 / Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8352829/tumblr_li7to4cfqW1qgheh0o1_1280_large.jpg?1301468035" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 7: &lt;i&gt;Seven words that describe you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Independent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unattached&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Indecisive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moody&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Random&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Artsy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eccentric&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8325011/tumblr_lisyh9hHum1qzvmy7o1_500_large.jpg?1301375307" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 8: &lt;i&gt;Eight things about your family&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I only have one sibling (a younger brother)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everybody in my family is involved with art (one way or another)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Both my parents graduated from UST&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brother and I study in UST&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I only have one grand-parent left (dad's side) :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom hates my tattoos.. therefore, I shall get some more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have cool parents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm taking up the same course that my dad did when he was in college&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-6438209186263623777?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/6438209186263623777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=6438209186263623777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/6438209186263623777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/6438209186263623777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-7-day-8.html' title='Day 7 / Day 8'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-5369022309044111644</id><published>2011-03-29T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T00:23:48.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEATH</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8240270/tumblr_lijjqx05oB1qzfus2o1_500_large.jpg?1301148006" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8240329/tumblr_li4cjnbxkh1qdttmzo1_500_large.jpg?1301148149" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8240358/tumblr_lidsdjtlHn1qef836o1_500_large.jpg?1301148210" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8240423/tumblr_linwc5903U1qbsbszo1_500_large.jpg?1301148357" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8239668/tumblr_lim729S2xe1qcysh1o1_500_large.jpg?1301146641" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8239684/tumblr_line9bEYj71qdny40o1_500_large.jpg?1301146715" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yes. This fear's got a hold of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-5369022309044111644?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/5369022309044111644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=5369022309044111644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5369022309044111644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5369022309044111644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/03/death.html' title='DEATH'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-7622018060503605862</id><published>2011-03-28T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T23:33:39.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='15-day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 6: Six things you accomplished today</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8304727/tumblr_likq5er4RZ1qzi9p6o1_500_large.jpg?1301325382" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched a movie with my mom and her friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talked to my photography professor regarding my grades. Failed this one. But at least I got to talk to him about it right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to the grocery and bought a hair conditioner and facial wash.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was able to tell my dad about the whole FA thing. Ended up crying when I got back at home. He didn't get mad, though! Yay!... &lt;i&gt;Nay&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fixed my schedule for tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wrote it down on my planner, bitch! FUCK YEAH.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-7622018060503605862?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/7622018060503605862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=7622018060503605862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/7622018060503605862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/7622018060503605862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-6-six-things-you-accomplished-today.html' title='Day 6: Six things you accomplished today'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-8681800572312221906</id><published>2011-03-27T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T23:09:23.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='15-day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 4 / Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since I'm a day late once again, it's going to be another two-in-one sort of post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 4: &lt;i&gt;Four Secrets&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;That time I told my mom that I was sleeping over at my dad's place, I was really in a party getting shit-faced with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I steal songs from my brother's folder in the computer. But I think he already knows that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wear granny panties when I go to bed. Not like you have to know it.. I mean, it's probably TMI but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes, it may seem that I'm clingy and sweet. But deep inside, I'm really distant and unattached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 5:&lt;i&gt; Five things that someone wouldn't know about you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have alektorophobia (fear of chickens). And it's not funny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can be a good liar when I need to be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I wake up on the wrong side of the bed, I don't bring my attitude to where I have to go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I rarely listen to pop / rnb / hiphop songs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My music taste only goes back and fort from rock and electro. But I swear, my horizons are wide.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-8681800572312221906?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/8681800572312221906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=8681800572312221906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/8681800572312221906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/8681800572312221906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-4-day-5.html' title='Day 4 / Day 5'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-9210175589900891542</id><published>2011-03-26T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T19:40:00.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='15-day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 3: Three of your favorite bands / artists</title><content type='html'>So I totally missed my third day (which was yesterday) because I was so busy hanging out with my friends, David and Ched. Plus, I was buzzed up until I woke up this morning and even when I got home. Totally lost the sensation when I got up from my three-hour nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://sloanerangermusic.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/phoenix-band-1.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;b&gt; Phoenix&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys has got to be one of my favorite bands ever. How can I not love them? Their tunes never fail to lighten my mood whenever I'm having a bad day and they always get me to my feet, making me bob my head up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/5543269/All+Time+Low+_MG_0428.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;All Time Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? This group of boys who play their pop punk songs are stuck inside the cavity of my chest also known as my heart. You should see my iPod, it's filled with All Time Low songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/34185599/The+xx+The_XX.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;The xx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those cold nights I spent alone in my bedroom. For those nights I spend with friends trying really hard to get stoned. For those nights in the car where all we have is an awkward silence. I love The xx and their melancholic / mellow sound. They're the kind of band that you'd like to listen to when you're hung-over cause I swear, they sing the softest and nicest sounds I've ever heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-9210175589900891542?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/9210175589900891542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=9210175589900891542&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/9210175589900891542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/9210175589900891542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-3-three-of-your-favorite-bands.html' title='Day 3: Three of your favorite bands / artists'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-1651185920078775618</id><published>2011-03-24T04:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T04:34:05.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 15-Day Challenge</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I've decided to do this 15-Day Challenge thing that I came across in Tumblr. I'm not exactly into these kinds of stuff but I thought - hey, it wouldn't be so bad if I gave it a shot right? I obviously already started last night so I'll be posting day 1 and 2 right now. (I hope you don't mind!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAY 1: A Picture of Yourself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liim7hQOmG1qzborjo1_500.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that’s me (no shit?) last Valentine’s day. I had a date - with &lt;a href="http://iammarynicole.tk/"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt; of course! We just finished shopping and I just picked up Tyler. Also just finished having some early dinner (Mexicali, YUM!). We decided to pick up some bubble tea and headed over to Toy Kingdom. It was a fun day. :) We both had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAY 2: Things You Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/2m81mb8.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My 5th Gen iPOD Nano&lt;/b&gt;. A gift from my dad. Definitely one of the things I don’t leave home without. Music is a part of me and other than art, it’s pretty much my second nature. It takes me to a different world - my own little version of “peace and quiet” no matter how loud or soft my music is (genre-wise). In other words, music is not only my passion but also my escape. Somewhat like my home away from home - if that made any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/33tma92.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toms.&lt;/b&gt; Because holly hell, they are the most comfortable shoes I own! I can practically die in them, seriously. The best thing about these shoes other than how comfortable they are is the fact that I can just wear them with anything. Even my uniform!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know what this means? It means I get to update my lonely blog everyday so it wouldn't be so lonely anymore. How's the sound of that? Oh, and if you want, you can always try this too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1: Post a picture of yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2: Two things you love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3: Three of your favorite bands / artists&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 4: Four secrets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 5: Five things that someone wouldn't know about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 6: Six things you accomplished today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 7: Seven words that describe you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 8: Eight things about your family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 9: Nine things you look for in a significant other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 10: Ten things that cross your mind often&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 11: Eleven things you miss the most (memories, friends, etc)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 12: Twelve things you'd like to do this school year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 13: Thirteen places that you want to visit before you die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 14: Fourteen things you can't live without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 15: Fifteen goals you have for your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;ENJOY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-1651185920078775618?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/1651185920078775618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=1651185920078775618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/1651185920078775618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/1651185920078775618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/03/15-day-challenge.html' title='The 15-Day Challenge'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i55.tinypic.com/2m81mb8_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-4273742567678087578</id><published>2011-03-20T09:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T09:51:23.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7628145/tumblr_lhi0iuMhvq1qa3llmo1_500_large.jpg?1299216739" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8060280/tumblr_li2kkqBt6a1qb7tnno1_500_large.jpg?1300579110" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized how uninteresting I must be for a twenty-year-old. Okay, so I’m not a teen anymore and my life has been absolutely nothing but a bore for the past two months due to school and crap like that. Seeing that my so-called “social life” is basically non-existent at the moment and my only link to the outside world is school, plus my “night life” has vanished almost completely off the face of the planet. Now I’m actually starting to feel bad for myself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was the first attempt I have tried to &lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;socialize&lt;/em&gt; in weeks! And it was to help my friend for her freaking school project. I know, I know.. my existence is as lame as it gets. But this I promise you, next weekend, I will party and I will party &lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt;. Besides, by that time my life would be a ball (Ha ha Rebecca Black)! School’s going to be over and I’ll be having all the time in the world (two months IRL). All I have to do is to make the most out of it. I’ll be wearing my “&lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;Balenciaga&lt;/em&gt;” Harness boots, act all bad ass, smoke hemp and go crazy. Okay so I’m probably not going to be doing those but hey, &lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;a girl can dream&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, I just ranted on my blog. Now prove me that I’m not that uninteresting person that I think I am and &lt;a href="http://twistedsystem.tumblr.com/ask" target="_blank" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;ask me stuff&lt;/a&gt; through Tumblr. There must be a couple of you guys who happen to come across my blog and think that "&lt;i&gt;hey, this girl isn't that bad at all&lt;/i&gt;" and it just sucks to think/assume that you probably see me as some heartless bitch or a weird clingy girl (If ever, I really hope it's not the latter. I've been called a heartless bitch so many times it actually doesn't faze me anymore). And I’m pretty sure none of you would do that (unless of course, you were bored when you found me here)! So come on. Don’t make me feel like I’m this old, boring person who is not cool at all because I swear, I have a little bit &lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;cool&lt;/em&gt; on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;I swear to God I am not always like this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-4273742567678087578?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/4273742567678087578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=4273742567678087578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/4273742567678087578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/4273742567678087578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/03/mini-rant.html' title='Mini Rant'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-4061299313675979024</id><published>2011-03-17T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T22:22:57.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Throwing Punches at Ocean Waves</title><content type='html'>I think it's about time that I actually update my blog and write something with sense. I've been itching to write about hell week but seeing that I rarely have time to do anything else than a crap load of my plates, I just had to postpone the writing and stock up all the stories to tell. Not that I've been doing anything interesting lately but you know the drill right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To start off this little "rant", last week I've been trying really hard to organize every single day of my life with things I have to finish and when they're due. Lucky me had to stay up three consecutive nights just so I can submit these &lt;b&gt;paintings&lt;/b&gt; / &lt;b&gt;collection of drawings&lt;/b&gt; / digital art / &lt;b&gt;package design mock up of a cereal box and a freaking cut-out toy&lt;/b&gt; / photographs / ads / animation on time. So far, I've only done the emphasized ones. I still need to work on the photography and animation plates I have for my professors who are actually siblings. Ugh, they're too nice, they actually sort of let their students bully them! &lt;i&gt;Please ma'am and sir, don't be like that&lt;/i&gt;. Anyway, I'm obviously craving for sleep on most times so I try to catch some Zs whenever I can. Like on the way to school; two out of three of the rides I take to get to school I actually get to nap. It's perfect because by the time I get to school, I'm like the freaking Energizer bunny we all can't seem to get enough of when we were kids (or maybe that's just me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might just start accusing me of how I'm faking the whole &lt;i&gt;sleepless nights&lt;/i&gt; thing. Well I'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Exhibit A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/200023_1910729405173_1150011945_2378156_648621_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to keep my eyes open on day three. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Give me some credit, guys.&lt;/span&gt; I look like a zombie minus the bite-mark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so I could continue to humor you guys, this is me the week before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exhibit B:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_li7g57p8pY1qzborjo1_500.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean? I actually looked quite decent in this photo. But now my eye bags are basically screaming bloody mary.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope I humored you enough that you guys would actually like to comment.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Clears throat* While hell week has been going on, there might have been a couple of changes in regards of my musical choices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember back in 2007 when nobody gave a shit about independent experimental rock music and then all of a sudden in 2008 that's all people ever cared for? Oh yeah, I'm talking about the scene / emo phase. Some of you might not have gone through it but I sure have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was in high school, I never really know that much people whom I can talk to in regards of music. There are actually around two people who did listen to the stuff I did (Shout out to Miguel and Paula!). Back then my playlist was made up of Panic! At the Disco, Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, Saosin, and Circa Survive. The time I got off that hell hole (I graduated in 2007), I started widening my horizons. Meaning I started listening to Bring Me The Horizon, Blessthefall, The Devil Wears Prada, Pierce the Veil, Breathe Carolina and the likes. I know, it's sort of out of character for me but hey, this week has been absolutely gore-y for me so why not let the tunes be in line with my mood? It helps keeping me awake and surprisingly enough, no headaches came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I am embracing my seventeen-year-old self. It feels good to be back to that phase actually. I'm in college now and still, nobody seems to share the same taste (in music) as me. I bet you a thousand bucks I'd be back to listening to The XX in no time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I've been rambling. Enough of this. I need to go back to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-4061299313675979024?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/4061299313675979024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=4061299313675979024&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/4061299313675979024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/4061299313675979024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/03/throwing-punches-at-ocean-waves.html' title='Throwing Punches at Ocean Waves'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-2635061771749404408</id><published>2011-03-13T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T00:07:30.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pray for Japan'/><title type='text'>Take Part</title><content type='html'>If you haven't heard of the earthquake and tsunami that hit Japan, then you must be living under a rock. It has got to be one of the worst things that happened in history. More than eight hundred people died and about 10,000 are missing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was tragic - how the waves just took away the buildings, their homes, &lt;i&gt;their lives&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm no professional blogger nor am I the best writer. But what's important is that I send out a message. I don't want to be just a &lt;i&gt;by-stander&lt;/i&gt; in such thing. &lt;b&gt;Let's help Japan&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7893084/18c89d8e-8dee-451b-b674-c0f33ddae4c71_large.jpg?1300017821" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-2635061771749404408?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/2635061771749404408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=2635061771749404408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/2635061771749404408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/2635061771749404408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/03/take-part.html' title='Take Part'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-5130751351910017604</id><published>2011-03-01T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T14:32:10.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Naked and Famous</title><content type='html'>In my last post, I mentioned how it was weird that I'm not talking about anything fashion or music-related. Now, &lt;i&gt;this post is it&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you naked? Most of all, are you famous? I bet not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fxIafehNc4/TN0Zz_71HVI/AAAAAAAABkE/29iHwR6EMUY/s1600/The%252BNaked%252Band%252BFamous%252Btnaf.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://panicdots.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Naked-and-Famous.jpeg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://musicscene.ie/musicScene/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/The_naked_and_famous_album_release_details_2011_music_scene.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys certainly are. They're not naked but they're absolutely climbing their way to the top. They are &lt;b&gt;The Naked and Famous&lt;/b&gt;; an alternative rock / electropop "shoegaze" band based in New Zealand who brought us "&lt;i&gt;Young Blood&lt;/i&gt;" - their single that debuted at number one in the charts in 2010. I fell in love with the song the first time I heard it. The first notes to the song sent my head bobby up and down, my hips swaying side to side and my hands raised above my head. &lt;i&gt;It was an instant hit&lt;/i&gt;. When I heard them I figured "Hey, why not check out their other songs?". &lt;b&gt;Punching in a Dream&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;The Sun&lt;/b&gt; were an instant mainstay on my playlist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out their music video for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Young Blood&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/11730491" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/11730491"&gt;The Naked And Famous - Young Blood&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/tnafofficial"&gt;The Naked And Famous&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that like me, you'll fall for them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;They make New Zealand more appealing by the minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-5130751351910017604?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/5130751351910017604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=5130751351910017604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5130751351910017604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5130751351910017604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/03/naked-and-famous.html' title='The Naked and Famous'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fxIafehNc4/TN0Zz_71HVI/AAAAAAAABkE/29iHwR6EMUY/s72-c/The%252BNaked%252Band%252BFamous%252Btnaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-2827992655280590230</id><published>2011-03-01T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T14:06:14.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>February is over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7553312/february_large.jpg?1298958013" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-eight days of February have gone and it's time for us to start the month of March. As a kick start, I would like to share with you guys my block's retreat during February 21 up until the 22&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;. An overnight sort of event held in Caleruega. It was pretty kick ass for a Monday if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/188706_1886001266985_1150011945_2338807_3639489_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desiree and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/184742_1886003867050_1150011945_2338817_3071724_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/184255_1886008827174_1150011945_2338828_3087644_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extremely adorable and lovable dogs in the retreat house. It was so hard to ignore them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/188754_1886014747322_1150011945_2338857_1581847_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desiree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/183794_1886023787548_1150011945_2338901_5224663_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were going around the place, my friend and blockmate Jerome saw this nest. It was the first one I saw one with chicks in it.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The retreat went well. It strengthened our friendships and helped build our characters a bit. So yeah. It's weird I'm not discussing anything in regards of fashion but I think this is good enough. A filler, definitely but I'd rather update than do nothing about it. So, later kids. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-2827992655280590230?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/2827992655280590230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=2827992655280590230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/2827992655280590230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/2827992655280590230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/03/february-is-over.html' title='February is over!'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-3462730217518398141</id><published>2011-02-25T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T19:01:49.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyber Garage Sale!</title><content type='html'>I'm currently holding a cyber garage sale for all of you Filipino fashionistas out there. Most items came directly from my closet, all of it are either never used, worn once or twice. Another good thing about it is that they're all under PhP500 pesos - even the shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my favorite items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180934_1880383886554_1150011945_2327401_4763909_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cropped lace top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/183166_1880384446568_1150011945_2327404_1410345_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustard bodycon skirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183726_1880385646598_1150011945_2327410_4991612_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denim cut-offs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/184914_1880386126610_1150011945_2327414_3902923_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draped dress with rose embelishments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183298_1880386606622_1150011945_2327416_5429172_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/181930_1880387846653_1150011945_2327423_6712516_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte Russe cuffed booties with quilted detail.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you waiting for? Hurry up and click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?fbid=1880383286539&amp;amp;id=1150011945&amp;amp;aid=118400"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; to view the album. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-3462730217518398141?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/3462730217518398141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=3462730217518398141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3462730217518398141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3462730217518398141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/02/cyber-garage-sale.html' title='Cyber Garage Sale!'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-1719487870614928236</id><published>2011-02-21T04:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T04:52:59.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgxoiakEFB1qzborjo1_500.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sometimes I just feel a little bit brain-drained and a tad out of place. And it scares me how much I feel empty right now even though I'm not supposed to.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-1719487870614928236?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/1719487870614928236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=1719487870614928236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/1719487870614928236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/1719487870614928236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/02/sometimes-i-just-feel-little-bit-brain.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-3194641365211260056</id><published>2011-02-20T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T01:14:02.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Fogs and Bomber Jackets</title><content type='html'>I just got home a few hours ago from Baguio - the summer capital of the Philippines. And I must say that the weather was perfect! I couldn't remember the last time I was there and now the experience is ten times better. First and foremost, my mom didn't go because of prior appointments she's made (not that it's a good thing but I later on worked with its advantages), therefore it was just me and the Espina&lt;i&gt;s&lt;/i&gt; who are like my second family.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baguio isn't only the summer capital - but it's also one of the best places to shop at. Although I didn't really get to buy much because of the limited time we were given during the afternoons (we always had some sort of event to attend to during the evening), I still managed to grab a couple of fabulous items. Here are my new prized possessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgx8l3XlCZ1qzborjo1_500.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratching off black platform pumps. But I really need one with higher platforms - &lt;i&gt;they're less painful&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgx8umffHl1qzborjo1_500.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Balenciaga" Harness boots. Say what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two are my new babies; additions to my growing shoe collection. &lt;b&gt;Chos&lt;/b&gt;. Anyway, Baguio was fun! As for outfit photos, I got a few up my sleeve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day TWO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/34yv708.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dress: thrifted, Blue skinny belt, Cardigan: Red Herring, Tights: Forever 21, Sneakers: Keds&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgtj4x1k7W1qzborjo1_500.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom box, snake, and camera rings. Plus David's gray fingerless gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day THREE: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dimalupig formal dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183469_1870806567127_1150011945_2309368_7152125_n.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tiered dress: Thrifted, Boyfriend blazer: Topman (David's), Tights, Black Pumps&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was it. Can't wait to use my harness boots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-3194641365211260056?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/3194641365211260056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=3194641365211260056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3194641365211260056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3194641365211260056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/02/of-fogs-and-bomber-jackets.html' title='Of Fogs and Bomber Jackets'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i55.tinypic.com/34yv708_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-8814134078951412266</id><published>2011-02-16T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T15:51:11.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in my bag V.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgo5w3lbDt1qzborjo1_500.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A pen - you'll never know when you'll need one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vitress to keep my hair from getting all frizzy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A sheer pink lipstick. Perfect for everyday use.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;M.A.C. lipstick in Pink Nouveau for those special occasions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wayfarer sunnies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Union Jack sequined purse from Accessorize to carry all my money in one tiny case.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cupcake lip gloss from &lt;a href="http://iammarynicole.tk"&gt;Mary Nicole&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;iPod Touch - can't leave home without it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marlboro Lights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cricket pocket lighter in a cute berry color&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kamiseta perfume in Powder so I'd smell like a baby all day long (LOL)!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cellphone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybelline compact face powder.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-8814134078951412266?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/8814134078951412266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=8814134078951412266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/8814134078951412266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/8814134078951412266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/02/whats-in-my-bag-v2.html' title='What&apos;s in my bag V.2'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-7400303690279998818</id><published>2011-02-15T21:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T18:17:55.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cirq Regal: The Runway Spectacle</title><content type='html'>It was yet again that time of the year where the junior students of the UST College of Fine Arts and Design majoring in Advertising Arts have their annual fashion show (the last of it's kind I must say) entitled &lt;b&gt;Cirq Regal: The Runway Spectacle&lt;/b&gt;. The sub-themes being: Mimes, Dolls, Freaks, Wilds, Illusionists, Acrobats, Clowns and Pyros.. respectively. My block's theme was Pyros: House of Crimson Lustre - the finale. And yes, I was part of the production - helping out my designer friends, styling their models, &lt;i&gt;I had fun&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some photos from the event grabbed from my lovely blockmates who had cameras with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/180321_1583443066980_1262831612_31246558_6740965_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/181945_1619818335497_1237574509_31464900_8199325_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180558_1619823695631_1237574509_31464921_5484725_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/181631_1619814455400_1237574509_31464872_4104042_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180457_1583443706996_1262831612_31246563_1720164_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180476_1619823335622_1237574509_31464919_3213640_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/169039_1619811535327_1237574509_31464849_4504478_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/168990_10150137428355358_604670357_8447382_1669131_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/168359_1619822895611_1237574509_31464917_2214287_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/182199_1619841096066_1237574509_31464993_6506283_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/181659_1619816335447_1237574509_31464889_3203907_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180743_1619841976088_1237574509_31464999_7061517_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/179865_1619818535502_1237574509_31464901_8076240_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Freaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/181769_1619823815634_1237574509_31464922_798861_n.jpg%20width=" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/182762_1619842096091_1237574509_31465000_647860_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/168315_1619816615454_1237574509_31464891_3561005_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/182199_1619812375348_1237574509_31464854_2031292_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wilds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/181923_1619817015464_1237574509_31464893_1335500_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/169011_1619812615354_1237574509_31464856_3826618_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180823_1619815415424_1237574509_31464880_5313541_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180889_495632856769_631926769_6586436_7549022_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/182731_495628241769_631926769_6586281_8367004_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180868_495633931769_631926769_6586482_1346243_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Illusionists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180327_1619812215344_1237574509_31464853_6651477_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/168959_1619819655530_1237574509_31464910_4321501_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180055_1619812015339_1237574509_31464852_1255703_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/179843_1619813455375_1237574509_31464862_5762834_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/181747_1619817175468_1237574509_31464894_867272_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Acrobats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180561_10150137484000358_604670357_8448686_4880871_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/168624_10150137479050358_604670357_8448509_1305108_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180404_10150137494295358_604670357_8448896_4154642_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180646_10150137483065358_604670357_8448651_1405277_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/181562_1619817855485_1237574509_31464897_2281947_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Clowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/182746_1619829895786_1237574509_31464940_4947161_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/168374_1619830095791_1237574509_31464941_8254586_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/182823_1619811655330_1237574509_31464850_7387223_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/182703_1619812775358_1237574509_31464857_7508443_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/182619_1619814575403_1237574509_31464873_7867472_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180695_1619813095366_1237574509_31464860_5882932_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/168927_1619812495351_1237574509_31464855_3411270_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180623_1619811335322_1237574509_31464848_7664099_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/180851_1619813535377_1237574509_31464863_5879618_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fire Breathers / Pyros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180847_1619815775433_1237574509_31464884_3027545_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/181536_197564613604146_100000518274668_706845_4078772_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go.. the fashion show. I must say it was rather amazing. The designs were breath-taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the behind the scene photos, I got one.. just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/181636_1583484588018_1262831612_31246730_425566_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's us - team Crimson Lustre. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Photo credits: Peter Frac, Sherwin Vardeleon, Rupert Tandoc, Janna Ilano, Micah Castaneda, Wilmark Jolindon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If your photo is here and you were not properly credited, please comment on this post so I can add your name to the list.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-7400303690279998818?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/7400303690279998818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=7400303690279998818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/7400303690279998818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/7400303690279998818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/02/cirq-regal-runway-spectacle.html' title='Cirq Regal: The Runway Spectacle'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-2480120904103821611</id><published>2011-02-08T14:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T21:06:37.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>So this is a pretty late post regarding my previous birthday celebration. I honestly couldn't think of a different time to be able to rant about that day, &lt;i&gt;tonight is perfect&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I celebrated my non-teen birthday (much to my dismay) and started off with having a make-over. Why not? It's the end of my teenage years, why not do something that would change me to sort of feel like a new person. Also had my nails done and the whole she-bang. I kinda felt like royalty! Sadly, I don't have photos from &lt;i&gt;the make over &lt;/i&gt;seeing that my camera was broken at the time (which totally blows). But anyway, after the pampering, I proceeded home to have dinner with my close friends David, Mico and Lo (plus Gabe, my super adorable godson). My mom's best friend also graced the event and we had spaghetti, Haagen Dazs ice cream cake (care of David) and champagne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/164727_1820290669663_1312078423_2137447_1513723_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice cream cake. It was so rich, heavenly and delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180335_1820293989746_1312078423_2137462_7970284_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bouquet of flowers David surprised me with. I had no idea he got them for me. He's such a darling! &lt;span style=""&gt;Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/168675_1820332430707_1312078423_2137550_708039_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mico and I. It may appear that I was all &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kilig&lt;/span&gt; and smiley and all lovey-dovey but I just couldn't contain my laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/165689_1820395712289_1312078423_2137595_5088607_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David, Lo, me and Mico. Check out our poses! It's like we're in prom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night didn't end here, of course. David, Mico and I headed over to the nearest Starbucks that was still open.. which was all the way in Katipunan. After which we went back home.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the stuff I got for my so-called special day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgnsv1nk551qzborjo1_500.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgnszaAYxK1qzborjo1_500.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.A.C. lipstick in Pink Nouveau from David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgnoueLhOt1qzborjo1_500.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond acrylic necklace, camera ring, serpent ring, square ring and a boom box ring. The serpent and square rings are from &lt;a href="http://iammarynicole.tk/"&gt;Mary Nicole&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2dv03kh.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toms I bought when I went shopping with Nicole. They're absolutely comfortable I swear I can die in them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/vilnpg.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dress I got (right) the same day I bought the shoes. That's Chean by the way. She's my blockmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's it for the birthday post. Up next is a quick update on our batch's fashion show, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cirq Regal: The Runway Spectacle&lt;/span&gt;. Must I say that it went rather well? And no, I will not spill the beans just yet. Hold your horses and I'll hold my tongue.. for now. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys in a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Notice the new layout? It's a lot cleaner, more on the pro side actually. Kind of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-2480120904103821611?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/2480120904103821611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=2480120904103821611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/2480120904103821611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/2480120904103821611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/02/belated-happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Belated Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i52.tinypic.com/2dv03kh_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-163336931391754726</id><published>2011-01-22T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T19:10:12.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to Be Thrilled About</title><content type='html'>Other than my twentieth birthday that's coming up in four days (26), I got another thing to be excited / thrilled / ecstatic about with my awesome friend, &lt;a href="http://iammarynicole.tk/"&gt;Mary Nicole&lt;/a&gt;. And that is &lt;b&gt;a concert this coming March&lt;/b&gt;! Yes, guys.. it's a show. They're not exactly my favorite band but an act like this is something that I just can't miss. &lt;i&gt;Did I just rhyme&lt;/i&gt;? Most of you guys know that Anberlin's going to be here on March as well and that was our (Nicole and I) first choice. But then I found out about this other band and I just had to ditch Anberlin. Don't get me wrong, I think they're awesome and I absolutely love their tunes but I can't even, beyond words, explain how I felt when one of my playlist staples was going to be here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ot4nEdy31dY/TOnZGmTexfI/AAAAAAAADwE/11ezIxETX1Y/s1600/Anberlin_Live_in_Manila_POSTER.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anberlin's poster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the band I (sort of) forgot Anberlin for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://theyellowstereo.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/whitest-boy-alive.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Whitest Boy Alive!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so they're not totally famous and not a lot of people can really appreciate music like theirs but I'm one of those few kids who do so shut up and let's dance to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Burning&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the subject of birthdays and the number twenty. I am less than thrilled because as I have experienced for the past two (almost) decades, there is no January 26 that I did not cry. I always do! It's so weird. Birthdays aren't my thing and you know that feeling wherein nothing ever goes your way and it's your freaking day? Yeah, well I don't want to be over dramatic or anything like that but it's just the way it is. Hopefully, &lt;i&gt;all that goes well, ends well&lt;/i&gt;. To lighten up the mood, I have decided to share with you guys my wishlist!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs013.snc6/166297_1819811692287_1150011945_2214976_929012_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A puppy - specifically a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beagle&lt;/span&gt;. Because I've always wanted one and it just seems like I never got my hands on these adorable creatures. I've had puppies sure (right now I have three dogs: a Labrador in yellow, a Border Collie, and a Pitbull. All boys.) but a Beagle would surely make my year! Also to make up for Pepper's loss. She died half a year ago. It was sad :( &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SO GIVE ME A BEAGLE, PLEASE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs760.ash1/165118_1819812092297_1150011945_2214977_4893061_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vans Authentics in royal blue. Just because I'm in dire need of blue shoes and a new pair of sneakers. So why not hit two birds in one stone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs027.snc6/165704_1819812332303_1150011945_2214978_4793540_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown oxfords. Never had brown shoes, really. And I can see myself pairing them with anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs059.snc6/168906_1819812732313_1150011945_2214980_1809342_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An iPhone4. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs885.ash1/179313_1819814412355_1150011945_2214987_3726764_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lipstick in neon orange. Not because it's my crush's favorite color but because I'd like to try out something new other than having nude lips all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs043.snc6/167384_1819814812365_1150011945_2214989_4857845_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Macbook Pro. Hello, daddy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs246.snc6/179426_1819815572384_1150011945_2214992_3429824_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new set of make up brushes! PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs756.ash1/164788_1819815892392_1150011945_2214993_264605_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye shadow palette. I don't want the tiny ones that come in so many colors. I'd rather have it in five-peso-coin sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs765.ash1/165677_1819816852416_1150011945_2214997_5441864_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Moleskine so I can &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hone&lt;/span&gt; my illustrating skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs745.ash1/163744_1819817252426_1150011945_2214999_2601065_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth plane tickets to the following destinations. But a one way ticket for London. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs054.snc6/168418_1819817692437_1150011945_2215001_6739101_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revlon Photo Ready liquid foundation just because it's perfect! It makes my skin glow, no kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1371.snc4/164308_1819817932443_1150011945_2215003_3009523_n.jpg%20width=" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosary necklace in black. I wore Nicole's in Wall Lords 2010 and I fell in love with it. Gives an ordinary outfit that added oomph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs045.snc6/167588_1819818292452_1150011945_2215005_2076157_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These strappy wedges from Topshop. Karla and I tried them on and I swear to baby Jesus that I can run in those things. They are extraordinarily comfortable! I was surprised, myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs279.snc6/180724_1819818572459_1150011945_2215006_1790800_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A varsity jacket for those cold nights. Perfect for my forever default white-v-neck-and-shorts outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs756.ash1/164709_1819820012495_1150011945_2215011_5365501_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black platform pumps - preferably YSL but that's something long term. Also I would definitely go for the Tributes but black pumps would do for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs765.ash1/165608_1819820252501_1150011945_2215013_1122886_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lace-up boots AKA combat boots. My dad's actually getting me a pair for my birthday so I'm pretty stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.topshop.com/wcsstore/TopShopUS/images/catalog/10Y49XCRM_normal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topshop cream cornelli neck dress to match the boots, the oxfords and the kicks. See, I don't buy anything just to use them once. I buy one thing that could match everything in my closet and shoe rack! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go guys. My wishlist. I might add a few articles of clothing. I think I'm getting a new pair of jeans soon. My dark blue jeans just don't do anymore. Tee-hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to get anything, you can reach me via comments! That easy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-163336931391754726?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/163336931391754726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=163336931391754726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/163336931391754726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/163336931391754726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/01/something-to-be-thrilled-about.html' title='Something to Be Thrilled About'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ot4nEdy31dY/TOnZGmTexfI/AAAAAAAADwE/11ezIxETX1Y/s72-c/Anberlin_Live_in_Manila_POSTER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-8813833449212968432</id><published>2011-01-18T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T14:11:11.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facelift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want to give my blog a face lift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coming soon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-8813833449212968432?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/8813833449212968432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=8813833449212968432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/8813833449212968432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/8813833449212968432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/01/facelift.html' title='Facelift'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-8493971550206094620</id><published>2011-01-10T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T02:05:31.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Peachy</title><content type='html'>Like any of my other blog posts, I'd much rather it (my posts) be accompanied with images that reflect the mood. But seeing that it is currently 2:01 in the morning (Monday) then there's nothing really to upload with this entry.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the thing is, I should be sleeping right now. I've never had a decent slumber every start of the week. I'm not used to having morning classes anymore (if you must know, my class starts at 7am and I should be up two hours from now). Do remind me to not take any of those next semester when I am about to take up my thesis and what not. Also known as the most dreaded year of my life as to I basically, still have no idea what topic would be perfect for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, that is all. I'd like to lay in bed now and ponder about the future. Goodbye.. &lt;i&gt;for now, of course&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-8493971550206094620?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/8493971550206094620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=8493971550206094620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/8493971550206094620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/8493971550206094620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-peachy.html' title='Just Peachy'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-5189014890905723978</id><published>2011-01-06T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T14:38:32.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Partially In Love</title><content type='html'>I think I might have partially fallen in love with Behance.net. Believe me when I say that my probably non-existent (or maybe just dry) creative juices have come to life and danced to a rather trippy song stuck in my head at the moment (preferably Young Blood by The Naked and Famous who aren't exactly naked but are the exact epitome of the latter).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a regular Thursday afternoon in school (yes, I am in school again as I am typing) and we're supposed to be working on our stop-motion plate. My chosen phrase is "Let it Be" and I was planning to take the audio from The Beatles' song and making John Lennon my character. As I was searching Google, illustrations that I can't take my eyes off came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://behance.vo.llnwd.net/profiles/82651/projects/633527/32d39f9a536387ccb6590d886d3cf768.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://behance.vo.llnwd.net/profiles/82651/projects/633527/7c9ec390d4169c0a0962ba6fb71a7d85.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://behance.vo.llnwd.net/profiles/82651/projects/633527/5501d4205cae93c7efe82f800197e4cf.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://behance.vo.llnwd.net/profiles/82651/projects/633527/92c16f694eb2701c2867d5523c18d49e.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://behance.vo.llnwd.net/profiles/82651/projects/633527/7ed7e32fbda239c2892f91c2e6225a23.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://behance.vo.llnwd.net/profiles/82651/projects/633527/9b6013d409edab49fd6c2f768d6d9c60.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://behance.vo.llnwd.net/profiles/82651/projects/633527/d0612e9f836b249b017be86c767f3068.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://behance.vo.llnwd.net/profiles/82651/projects/633527/1ffd5eb70f68ddab73d292d43eb5818f.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two faces on the first letter (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are they amazing or what? I have always been fascinated with illustrations and I wonder when I'll be capable of making such lovely works like what I just posted. Maybe when I'm less lazy when it comes to my chosen field?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-5189014890905723978?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/5189014890905723978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=5189014890905723978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5189014890905723978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5189014890905723978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/01/partially-in-love.html' title='Partially In Love'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-3062706533665381714</id><published>2011-01-01T14:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T19:16:11.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome, 2011</title><content type='html'>Twenty-ten has been good and I don't regret a single thing. Actually I don't really remember half the things I did this year. Sadly, I have short-term memory loss. But the other half, I remember. And these memories are the ones that I will bring to 2011.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did I end my 2010, you ask? My friends and I had an extremely spontaneous trip to Tagaytay. If you're from Manila, you're well-aware where and what this place is. Basically it's like a nearer version of Baguio. Well, for me at least. Anyway, it was the 30th of December and we (we meaning Karla, Andrei, Kyla and I) came together via Twitter (&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/AnneVitug"&gt;follow me!&lt;/a&gt;) and agreed. It was amazing. Its spontaneity added more fun to the already amazing thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lec3dh5wd91qzborjo1_r1_500.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karla, Andrei and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lec3j41F631qzborjo1_r1_500.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Top: Forever 21, Striped Cardigan: Andrei's, Military-inspired Jacket: Thrift, Skinny Jeans, Studded Boots: Summersault, Chain Necklace, Chained Bag: Thrifted.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;What I wore when we went to Tagaytay. I promised myself not to buy anything and that my money was only reserved for food and the likes. But things turned upside down and I ended up buying two dresses, one top and a nice bomber jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lec3l35wtv1qzborjo1_r1_500.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After "shopping" for a little while, we headed over to Starbucks. We literally froze our asses off over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lec3rfDPcw1qzborjo1_r1_500.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Kyla. She wore shorts. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lec3tx8Sas1qzborjo1_r1_500.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tagaytay fog's pretty thick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed until around 11 and then we headed back to Manila. We were actually supposed to stay up until 5am which I was totally okay with minus the fact that I didn't have any more money. But then Karla's parents called them up so we had to go back.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great day.. or night, rather. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More importantly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Happy New Year, everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-3062706533665381714?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/3062706533665381714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=3062706533665381714&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3062706533665381714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3062706533665381714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2011/01/welcome-2011.html' title='Welcome, 2011'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-3751882896769590601</id><published>2010-12-24T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T14:27:24.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because It's Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>I kind of realized now that I should have made something rather Christmas-y for today. Seeing that it's the day before Christmas and all, but I did not. So I have decided to broadcast my Christmas Eve - yes, it is a live broadcast via stickam.com and it's going to be awesome. I'll be opening presents &lt;strike&gt;and be smoking cigarettes&lt;/strike&gt; in my room just because! All you have to do is to go to &lt;a href="http://www.stickam.com/annevitug"&gt;my stickam account&lt;/a&gt; and join the chat thingy (I'm not really sure what it's officially called). It would be totally awesome if you guys could watch it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll see you all later? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-3751882896769590601?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/3751882896769590601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=3751882896769590601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3751882896769590601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3751882896769590601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/12/because-its-christmas-eve.html' title='Because It&apos;s Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-4607062071341690815</id><published>2010-12-16T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T16:19:56.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it Rains, it Pours</title><content type='html'>You might have taken notice that I'm either really sad or bored every time I blog. And last night was probably one of those nights when my previous feelings for this certain someone have risen (again) from the ashes I thought they already were. It was a regular unproductive day since there weren't any classes and I decided to well, check his Facebook account. Not my brightest idea believe me. His new profile picture hit me like a humongous rock - on the chest. It was of him and his girlfriend and she had her arms around him. I instantly thought - &lt;i&gt;that should be me&lt;/i&gt;. Pathetic, I know. But I can't help it, I'm a girl! &lt;i&gt;I can't believe that I said that&lt;/i&gt;. It sounds so wrong on different levels, and not to mention: &lt;b&gt;sexist&lt;/b&gt;. So yes, I have been emo (for the lack of the better term) last night. I lied around in my pajamas with the television on mute. It's like a part of my life has been ripped straight from an episode of The Hills. Drama drama drama.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5559948/tumblr_ldhh4veGYf1qdues6o1_500_large.jpg?1292486274" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just really miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-4607062071341690815?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/4607062071341690815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=4607062071341690815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/4607062071341690815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/4607062071341690815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it Rains, it Pours'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-6602318331229608960</id><published>2010-12-07T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T13:20:11.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Hello There</title><content type='html'>You might have noticed that I only update this blog every time I'm in the computer lab. Just like this instance. Well, I honestly don't have anything better to do today so I would much rather be productive one way or the other. And this, my friend, is my own little way of not being stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5356490/tumblr_lcyei8FeXd1qb3vhoo1_500_large.jpg?1291694677" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep has been the only thing I've been craving for since I was in my first year of college when I first experienced sleepless nights. Take note of the &lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt; after &lt;em&gt;night&lt;/em&gt;. There was a time wherein I didn't sleep for a while week. I almost never slept. I'd have a couple of hours of sleep a day and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's December, fools! I can seriously smell and literally see the spirit of Christmas especially here in UST. Christmas lights everywhere, the tree's up as well (it's not a real tree, though). And how can I ever forget the fast-growing number of street kids singing Christmas carols in exchange for money? Malls have been going on sale as well which is pretty exciting. I honestly can't wait to get a hold of my Christmas cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5356474/tumblr_lcxr491Z431qaxnt7o1_400_large.jpg?1291694641" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wants&lt;/strong&gt; vs. &lt;em&gt;Needs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do I need?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a complete family.&lt;br /&gt;A boyfriend who I specifically need to have scruffy hair, thick-rimmed glasses and a dominant creative side.&lt;br /&gt;Money. Definitely money. To buy all my loved ones fancy gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do I want?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes. Lots and lots of clothes. And I need to have my &lt;em&gt;Infinite&lt;/em&gt; tattoo retouched.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-6602318331229608960?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/6602318331229608960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=6602318331229608960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/6602318331229608960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/6602318331229608960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-hello-there.html' title='Oh Hello There'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-1339588697594354100</id><published>2010-12-01T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T12:56:47.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand new!</title><content type='html'>Yes, that's right. I finally managed to change my layout. Although I nicked to code from blogskins and edited it a little. Which isn't that bad since I left the credits on for future references and as a sign of respect.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this sassy new layout gets me more awesome readers and followers on bloglovin'! Just saying. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COMMENT! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be posting more since I have computer lab subjects now. Which means = more time pondering upon design, animation, drawing, sketching and the likes. Which also means = overflowing creative juices. Only happens when I'm in school (and in the mood).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-1339588697594354100?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/1339588697594354100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=1339588697594354100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/1339588697594354100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/1339588697594354100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/12/brand-new.html' title='Brand new!'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-4315649064952519258</id><published>2010-11-30T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T15:05:49.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Currently in school, trying to focus on doing some activity. Drawing involved of course. But I'm still kind of figuring out how I'm ever going to execute this. It's easy sure but laziness sure does get in the way like holy hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me amuse you guys with a couple of pictures first - &lt;strong&gt;eye candy&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5244141/tumblr_lclpo1x1Fe1qcnjl9o1_500_large.jpg?1291087529" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5244305/tumblr_lbwgw93SMz1qard9ro1_500_large.jpg?1291088024" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Halloween's over. I might have pulled the blue lipstick off. But then it probably wouldn't have matched my costume which was of.. a mouse. Well basically they're just mouse ears worn with casual clothing. Just for the sake of &lt;i&gt;dressing up&lt;/i&gt; this halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you might have remembered, I was stuck in the hotel room in Ormoc (Leyte) because my flight back to Manila got cancelled. Meaning, no parties and definitely no getting wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me filling you in with the previous events that happened in my life. This blog is far more abandoned than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4018423/tumblr_l9596v7BMi1qzlinvo1_500_large.jpg?1285195755" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the movie Whip It as well just a couple of weeks back. It was very interesting. Considering that Ellen Page was in it and I thought the setting was during the 80's when roller blading or whatever it is they prefer calling it was a huge hit. Never thought it still is in Texas. But wait, the story is based on a true story right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5092101/tumblr_lc01lcNnsq1qcu2a2o1_400_large.jpg?1290445328" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sid and Nancy. I don't think I need to have a proper excuse to post this. It's Sid and freaking Nancy for crying out loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4871590/35k6ezt_large.jpg?1289362602" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying to get inspired when it comes to illustrating. I'm in my third year and I still don't know what thesis to take. Book illustration is on my top three. The other one is total ad campaigne. Don't know about the third yet. Anyway, I still have not worked on my style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4861874/5152045371_d1139a8318_z_large.jpg?1289322508" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me end with something worth seeing. And most definitely worth drooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5025795/tumblr_lbpqneETpP1qzw5dno1_500_large.jpg?1290126311" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5025937/FNykNRS6Lnkkw6kktttoXt8Vo1_500_large.jpg?1290126875" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash Stymest and Luke Worral, anyone? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-4315649064952519258?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/4315649064952519258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=4315649064952519258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/4315649064952519258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/4315649064952519258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/11/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-2164504174906692860</id><published>2010-11-20T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T20:24:10.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear David Bowie</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Lipstick Wars, begone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From now on, my blog's URL will no longer be &lt;i&gt;lipstickwars.blogspot.com&lt;/i&gt; but &lt;b&gt;deardavidbowie.blogspot.com&lt;/b&gt;! It's not exactly about David Bowie. Nothing related to him, actually. It's just that I thought that it would be nice to have a different identity that's more suitable to my personality. Lipstick Wars wasn't good enough for me. People probably think that I'm some makeup guru based on my username which I am most definitely not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the layout, it will be changed soon. Into something more awesome, of course. So please, sit back and relax. &lt;b&gt;Dear David Bowie&lt;/b&gt; will have its new look soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-2164504174906692860?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/2164504174906692860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=2164504174906692860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/2164504174906692860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/2164504174906692860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-david-bowie.html' title='Dear David Bowie'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-8831977506816351240</id><published>2010-11-17T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T09:50:20.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to The Real World</title><content type='html'>The blog that I've been working for (LILY) closed down. Apparently we were not able to achieve a certain number of readers at a certain amount of time. It was such a shame, I had so much fun with it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I haven't blogged in a while and I honestly don't know what to say because it feels like I've been out of circulation in so long that I forgot how to communicate properly through this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, right! First and foremost I would like to inform you that my first week of classes have gone well. Actually I've only been to school twice since our official first day last Wednesday. I feel like such a couch potato now, having a hard time getting off this seat and to the shower has been excruciating.. what more if I have to go all the way to UST for my attendance to be checked? But then again, it's all good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Monday (one of the two times I went to school), after my class that got suspended at 3pm because of the transport strike, I headed to Shangri-La to meet up with my dad *kaching, kaching!*. Also to see Den for a bit to simply show off my new tattoo care of Gab Bustos last Saturday (which I will post a picture of, soon. Using my aunt's 30D which isn't as good as my 40D but is good enough). After meeting up with Den and having pastries with my dad, we headed over to Mega Mall to check out the department store and of course, &lt;i&gt;Forever 21&lt;/i&gt;. There were no plans of shopping but when I saw a black bodycon skirt in my size (there was only one left), I took it with no hesitation! It was for a really, really cheap price. You wouldn't have thought it would be that low! Also got an awesome tank top with a nice ethnic-looking print on it (Will wear this today).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has been well. Too bad I won't be able to bomb you guys with photos of the previous weeks since there are basically none. BUT I will post a picture of myself in the beach. And if you know me personally, I very rarely head over to the beach because I don't want to get dark. I always have a hard time regaining my old fair skin tone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs443.ash2/71624_1680523170161_1150011945_1922413_2850040_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs443.ash2/71624_1680523170161_1150011945_1922413_2850040_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, this is not Boracay. This was taken in Canigao, an island in Leyte that is so small you can walk around the entire place in less than an hour. Yes, it's that puny. Check out the white sand! It's such a shame that I'm not really fond of swimming and beaches. And you can totally see my tattoo on this picture, so yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I've been looking for a photo of my new F21 tank top from Google but to no avail. Kinda sucks. Maaaan, I need to get my camera fixed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-8831977506816351240?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/8831977506816351240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=8831977506816351240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/8831977506816351240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/8831977506816351240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/11/welcome-to-real-world.html' title='Welcome to The Real World'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-3097501213219053402</id><published>2010-11-10T02:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T02:04:23.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I've been busy about</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://lily.writeandburn.com"&gt;LILY: Fashion, Glamour, Love for All Mankind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-3097501213219053402?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/3097501213219053402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=3097501213219053402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3097501213219053402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3097501213219053402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-what-ive-been-busy-about.html' title='This is what I&apos;ve been busy about'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-1851994742389381219</id><published>2010-10-28T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T18:46:04.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Creative Juices Have Run Dry</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Working on several layout proposals for &lt;a href="http://lily.writeandburn.com/"&gt;Lily&lt;/a&gt;, the magazine I work for as a &lt;strike&gt;contributing editor&lt;/strike&gt; creative editor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to The Teenagers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sketching thumbnails for possible layouts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, I'm still squeezing my brain for other ideas. But I really need a break so here I am, blogging about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I just found out last night about Blogger stats from &lt;a href="http://iammarynicole.tk"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;. Not very surprised with the number of readers I have in this blog since I don't really tell people about it. But I am pretty overwhelmed with the fact that I have readers from France, Netherlands, America, and England among others. So you - my readers - should definitely check out &lt;a href="http://lily.writeandburn.com"&gt;LILY&lt;/a&gt; under &lt;a href="http://www.writeandburn.com"&gt;Write and Burn&lt;/a&gt;. It's for everyone who's into the &lt;i&gt;Skins&lt;/i&gt; type of lifestyle (like me!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-1851994742389381219?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/1851994742389381219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=1851994742389381219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/1851994742389381219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/1851994742389381219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-creative-juices-have-run-dry.html' title='My Creative Juices Have Run Dry'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-2368772542944546598</id><published>2010-10-26T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T12:38:12.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice to Know You</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm beginning to notice how much this feels&lt;br /&gt;Like a waking limb... in pins and needles,&lt;br /&gt;Nice to know you, &lt;i&gt;good-bye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the lyrics to Incubus' song, Nice to Know You. And it has been indeed &lt;b&gt;nice to know you&lt;/b&gt;. University Rock on Nu107 has ended - the last episode aired last night and I can't feel any worst. Being a part of NU107 (The only radio station in the Philippines who play rock music all through out) and let alone, University Rock has been an honor. The last batch of student DJs, that's what we (Annie, Izzy, Erika, Lisane and Rica) are - or &lt;i&gt;were&lt;/i&gt; for that matter. We didn't get paid, we didn't get laid, but we got to meet awesome people, talk on the radio about meaningless stuff and blab about the collegiate life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the record, I always knew this was my calling (one of the many few, actually). When I was around seven, I told my dad that I want to be a DJ because they just seem to have the awesome-st jobs ever! And he said that it takes a lot to be one. They don't just TALK on air. And in URock, that I've learned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the first time I spoke on the microphone to answer Job's (from batch 2 of Urock) question about my (now non-existent) tongue stud. I ended up stumbling about how my mom reacted when she saw it and all that. Also boarding with my URock bestie, Annie who is from CSB and playing band alphabet with Corporate Skyscrapers from CSB, Ateneo and DLSU. They were a bunch of fun boys. Good times, good times. I feel bad that I only get to spend with my URock family for such a short time. It was really great when our boss, Sir Mico (aka Lord Vader) asked us if it was the first time we all met (Batch 3) because it seems like we've known each other for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boarding with Izzy was great too. We had ABCD (Whom I blogged about around a month ago) and they were very nice as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess all I'm really trying to say is that.. I wish it didn't have to end so fast. But It was surely great while it lasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I bid my adieu to University Rock on NU107. The experience we had there are priceless. But the friendship I do know that the friendship we all had will last a lifetime. I will miss you, and we will meet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-2368772542944546598?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/2368772542944546598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=2368772542944546598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/2368772542944546598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/2368772542944546598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/10/nice-to-know-you.html' title='Nice to Know You'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-2288103082774617920</id><published>2010-10-25T16:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T13:07:54.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Love, Ormoc</title><content type='html'>Oh hello!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As most of you know, I'm on Vacation and currently taking a break here in Ormoc. Today is day three of my stay here and we already did so many things! Like swimming, going around the city, and shopping of course! We did most of the latter, actually and I scored a bunch of lovely things on my second day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lavrs0gzvX1qzborjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 558px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lavrs0gzvX1qzborjo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What I scored:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black sabrina lace top&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pink lace top&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hello Kitty purse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Charm necklace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chanel earrings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Minnie Mouse" head bands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I wish I can post more pictures but then Tyler (my 40D) is broken and we'd have to do away with my mom's cellphone which is okay, I guess. It's better than nothing, right?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we went swimming and I was worried sick that something wrong would happen to my new anchor tattoo but good thing it's safe! It sucks that I got a tan, though. Well not really, but I got darker. I was already very contented with my fair skin tone. But it would be nice if it (my skin tone) would even out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;edit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As you can see I changed a few stuff and already uploaded a more hi-res photo of the things I bought the past days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My mom borrowed her friend's digicam so we'd have something to use all through out the week. Having a camera actually made me &lt;i&gt;in the mood&lt;/i&gt; for going around the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I am happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;/edit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-2288103082774617920?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/2288103082774617920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=2288103082774617920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/2288103082774617920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/2288103082774617920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/10/with-love-ormoc.html' title='With Love, Ormoc'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-1921681638360637168</id><published>2010-10-21T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T01:59:45.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Effy Stonem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sadly, I cannot post pictures since Blogger is on maintenance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today's agenda, my dad and I went to the mall to buy myself a pair of these nice harem pants I got infatuated with last Monday. They were gray and comfortable, but when I went back for them this afternoon, it felt like I didn't like them at all. And that's when I woke up, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;harem was never meant for me&lt;/span&gt;. I ended up not getting anything, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore a gray deep v-neck shirt, a black body-con skirt, some ripped stockings (the runs were unintentional), and my trusty black Chuck Taylors. My pink / white / orange Topshop shopper's bag accompanied me and added some color to my look. I swear, I have been in monotones since I could remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I met up with my best friend, Dave, his boyfriend (well now, ex) Andrei and our friend Karla and Aaron. Actually I was with Karla first then the both of them. Moving on, after Karla left, I waited for Dave and Andrei in Kopiroti where I had a glass of their home made iced tea. When they finally arrived, I was showered (not really) with compliments on how they like my outfit, so and so which later on lead to Dave making me wear one of his fabulous, new Aldo boots. The moment I stood in one shoe (my other foot were in them Chucks), my best friend told me that my get-up was so Effy Stonem. And you have no idea how much I love Effy's style (and her)! Must I say that the boots definitely made my look better? I don't mean to sound narcissistic or anything along those lines but I am not kidding! Being told that I dressed like Effy is just great! Too great in fact that I can't wait to get my hands on a pair of sixteen-eyed Docs that I'm buying from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really nice evening of catching up and laughter. It's not all the time that I get to be surrounded by fashion-inducing-and-loving friends! Well, I used to be back in 2007 but that's just a long time ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-1921681638360637168?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/1921681638360637168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=1921681638360637168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/1921681638360637168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/1921681638360637168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-effy-stonem.html' title='Dear Effy Stonem'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-5635024581811067165</id><published>2010-10-20T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T00:18:02.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Pen Tablets and Free Time</title><content type='html'>I managed to create this using my dad's Wacom pen tablet and during my excessive amount of free time. It's pretty isn't it? Pretty amazing. It's not the way I want it to be, though. So yeah. But I can improve that! I'll be working on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; illustrations like this in the future anyway. With sem-break and my being broke? There's no stopping me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs762.snc4/66233_1665648598306_1150011945_1894367_2838692_n.jpg" width="450px"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-5635024581811067165?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/5635024581811067165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=5635024581811067165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5635024581811067165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5635024581811067165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/10/of-pen-tablets-and-free-time.html' title='Of Pen Tablets and Free Time'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-5599661969707742995</id><published>2010-10-17T04:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T05:16:09.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Sembreak!</title><content type='html'>I know, I know! I'm a day late. Sue me! But who cares? At least I'm still posting something regarding the topic almost every college student is thrilled about.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past week has gone too slowly to my dismay. Actually no, make that the past &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;weeks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I've been sleepless, moody, and out of it for most part! And it isn't any fun. The only thing that made me get through all these stuff was the thought of &lt;i&gt;when it's all over, I can have my freedom (from stress). &lt;/i&gt;And that was good enough. On my last day of classes which was Friday, I had to get a lot of things printed and the lines were too long and it just annoyed me. I was such a bitch to everybody who got in my way. Even after I managed to submit all the papers and plates due, I was still in a hurry for no reason at all. You know, adrenaline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that's all over, I can finally relax in my over-sized shirts and underwear at home. And wear tights with a nice dress when I go out - not the usual black skinny jeans and uniform blouse to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a reward to myself (other than sleep, that is), I bought a new shade of lipstick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ladnkvTQ3W1qzborjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ladnkvTQ3W1qzborjo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This isn't the exact same thing but the shade is similar to this. It's called sheer pinkish nude. Ohmygod, I'm such a girl. If you knew me back in high school, I wasn't really the &lt;i&gt;kikay type&lt;/i&gt; so to speak. I only carried baby powder around and that's it. At times my mom would get mad at me for not bringing a bag at all because I really don't bring anything when we go out, I usually just put my money in my pocket. PLUS, I have lived in a shirt, jeans and sneakers for all eternity! &lt;i&gt;Thanks dad&lt;/i&gt;. It was only after college that I learned to - say - dress up and put on make up. &lt;b&gt;I've always been one of the boys&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm really excited to go out soon because I really want to wear this new tint I got! Well I already tried it on of course and it looks perfect. I'll get another one some time next week. Tee-hee. Me and my simple pleasures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-5599661969707742995?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/5599661969707742995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=5599661969707742995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5599661969707742995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5599661969707742995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello-sembreak.html' title='Hello, Sembreak!'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-224432707657213116</id><published>2010-10-13T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T13:48:10.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Fact of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4353148/tumblr_la7gn0sj9t1qb3qhko1_500_large.jpg?1286939233"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 495px; height: 475px;" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4353148/tumblr_la7gn0sj9t1qb3qhko1_500_large.jpg?1286939233" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-224432707657213116?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/224432707657213116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=224432707657213116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/224432707657213116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/224432707657213116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-fact-of-day.html' title='Random Fact of the Day'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-7665232109314261315</id><published>2010-10-03T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T19:35:03.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Be The Anchor That Keeps My Feet on The Ground</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TKhpfHUKTwI/AAAAAAAAAf0/T4opm06uH9g/s1600/anchor+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TKhpfHUKTwI/AAAAAAAAAf0/T4opm06uH9g/s400/anchor+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523780926230384386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And let me formally present to you, my third (and best) tattoo so far. An anchor done right above my right ankle as a reminder to keep my feet on the ground. P&amp;amp;P Tattoo is amazing. Do you see how CLEAN that tattoo looks? I am beyond amazed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's already been three days since I got it (September 30, Thursday) and it still hurts like a bitch. Kind of uncomfortable if you ask me. But it's just too lovely for words so I will shut up now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-7665232109314261315?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/7665232109314261315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=7665232109314261315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/7665232109314261315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/7665232109314261315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-be-anchor-that-keeps-my-feet-on.html' title='You Be The Anchor That Keeps My Feet on The Ground'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TKhpfHUKTwI/AAAAAAAAAf0/T4opm06uH9g/s72-c/anchor+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-1726620481955451098</id><published>2010-10-01T09:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T10:02:23.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time to Blog</title><content type='html'>Notice the title? I kind of borrowed a song title from Panic! At the Disco (It's Time to Dance, anyone?), one of my favorite bands back in high school.. around four years ago. Wow, time travels fast! Damn, I should be taking my thesis right now. I just had to take up fashion first though. Just because.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm in my dad's place right now, typing away! His place is actually very nice and clean. The men in my family. Blah. My brother's room is cleaner than mine. I wonder why? Oh right, maybe because I'm such a klutz. Aren't girls supposed to be the &lt;i&gt;cleaner&lt;/i&gt; ones? What ever happened to that? It basically isn't that big but it sure was better than I expected! I guess I'll start staying here more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://64.19.142.12/27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9kfjezm4G1qdw94eo1_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 215px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9kfjezm4G1qdw94eo1_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night, I had my third tattoo done! I wouldn't be able to post a picture of it yet, though since Tyler's still broken and I have to bring him to Canon's service center. &lt;i&gt;I really need to get him fixed ASAP&lt;/i&gt;! Anyway, I had my friend &lt;a href="http://gabonthecoast.tumblr.com/"&gt;Gab&lt;/a&gt; (yes, the same Gab from A Boat Called Disaster) design it. He actually gave me two gift certificates from &lt;a href="http://pandptattoo.com/"&gt;P&amp;amp;P Tattoo &amp;amp; Body Art&lt;/a&gt; but I was only able to use one since it clearly states that it can only be used by one (GC) per person. &lt;i&gt;But thank you, Gab&lt;/i&gt;! I can't remember how many times I've thanked him since he decided to just give me the GCs! What a great way to end my first Ber month for 2010! I was actually supposed to pick up the design and the gift checks the other day (September 29) but failed because I had to study for a graded recitation (which did not happen) so I just passed by for 'em yesterday. I was behind schedule because I left the house pretty late because of the rain. So I decided to cut my only class with Desiree (one of my blockmates) as she accompanied me to get it. I feel bad that neither of us had a camera but it's all good. I'll just ask someone else to take a picture of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it for the day. I have to leave for school now. I better think of something to do after class!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;I am such a sad excuse for a girl.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-1726620481955451098?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/1726620481955451098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=1726620481955451098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/1726620481955451098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/1726620481955451098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-time-to-blog.html' title='It&apos;s Time to Blog'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-5983021334035365187</id><published>2010-09-30T03:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T05:20:29.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Sleepless Night</title><content type='html'>I don't know how much I've been expounding on the fact how being a Fine Arts student is hard in this blog. But right now, I'm going to tell you again that it's not a piece of cake. My body clock has changed drastically ever since my first year and the only time I get it back to &lt;i&gt;normal&lt;/i&gt; is during vacation. Normal meaning being able to sleep at night and be up all day. Yes, that's it. Being nocturnal isn't really my cup of tea but if it means that I get to submit my plates on time then I'm very much willing to bear with it. Just like tonight / this morning.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're wondering what I've been busy with for the past - say, six hours.. then I'd honestly tell you that I have been trying to finish two paintings. They're not really big ones or anything but they sure are a lot of work! For example, the first painting was actually due last week but there weren't any classes, and the second painting is due tomorrow (or later, rather). So basically, they're both to be submitted on the same day.. which is just.. BLAH. I've been working on plate number one since last week (done with it now) and I just sort of started with plate number two. My (personal) deadline is at nine this morning so I can prepare for the rest of my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unlike other people, I don't need any sort of energy drink to keep me up but I'd probably need one when I leave the house to fight the urge of falling asleep. I'm reserving all that for Thursday night which I will be spending with my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the bright side, I'm pretty stoked to sleep over at my dad's place. I haven't seen him for more than a week and I miss him a lot. So I'm sure it's going to be a great weekend for me. I'm just wondering what stuff I should bring and how on earth am I going to commute with a bunch of stuff with me. I guess we'll just have to see, then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://64.19.142.10/25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9io30UAPH1qzborjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9io30UAPH1qzborjo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy fiftieth anniversary to The Flinstones!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-5983021334035365187?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/5983021334035365187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=5983021334035365187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5983021334035365187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5983021334035365187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/09/another-sleepless-night.html' title='Another Sleepless Night'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-2013697430831637743</id><published>2010-09-23T02:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T05:32:59.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After so many months of sticking with such a boring layout, I switched to a more dynamic one. Well, it has more going on than the previous one, don't you think? You know how I can change my mind. One moment I wanna have a clean, simple layout and a &lt;i&gt;filled&lt;/i&gt; one (for the lack of the better term) on the next. But I always try to keep things simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also very proud to show everybody my logo. It has been in my head since last semester and I finally decided to work on it. And the result?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TJpM_rNmwGI/AAAAAAAAAfs/M0rwPwH3wT8/s1600/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TJpM_rNmwGI/AAAAAAAAAfs/M0rwPwH3wT8/s400/logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519808950111223906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TJpM_rNmwGI/AAAAAAAAAfs/M0rwPwH3wT8/s1600/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's simple and modern at the same time, plus I wanted to play around with shapes. It's actually an ambigram! It says &lt;b&gt;AV&lt;/b&gt; now and when you turn it upside down, it still says &lt;b&gt;AV&lt;/b&gt;! How cool is that?! Okay so it's not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; cool. I've actually made use of it already on this layout. Notice the extremely low-res header? Right beside &lt;i&gt;The Diary&lt;/i&gt;, comes my logo. So what do you think? One day I'll modify it. The monochrome effect is kind of boring me. And it's too.. empty.&lt;i&gt; Meh&lt;/i&gt;. I am too lazy to fix it right now. It's almost three, guys! Give me a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, since I haven't been updating much either, I would like to fill you in with random stuff regarding my life these past weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, not much has happened. &lt;a href="http://annevitug.wordpress.com/"&gt;Wordpress&lt;/a&gt; still kinda bores me but maybe because I have always been a &lt;i&gt;blogspot &lt;/i&gt;girl. It's like a constant in my life - it never changes. Look at it, it's still the same! See what I mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another news is that.. Tyler broke. Yes, he did. I accidentally dropped him while I was in the restroom in Shangri-La and boy I was sent to panic mode. What happened after that? Let me tell you this: &lt;b&gt;Error 99&lt;/b&gt; happened. One of my worst nightmares = Tyler breaking. Canon, why do you make 40Ds like this?! Wasn't it built to last? Tyler's only two years old and I've only dropped him TWICE in it's life. WHY?! Ugh. Now I have to bring it to Canon's service center. Tyler needs help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The same day that Tyler broke (prior to the program), I hosted &lt;b&gt;The Bakery&lt;/b&gt; (the title of Izzy and I's show. It's called that way because we love pastries; don't ask.) on University Rock on NU107 with URockJock Izzy from Ateneo and we had A Boat Called Disaster (ABCD) as our guest band. They were pretty awesome, I tell you! Here are some pics I grabbed from &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/aboatcalleddisaster"&gt;their Facebook page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs688.snc4/62816_441684979556_154392614556_5009472_1873204_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs688.snc4/62816_441684979556_154392614556_5009472_1873204_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(L-R) Kevin Shaw on vocals, Gab Bustos on drums, Marko Francisco on bass, Rafa Joseph and Miguel Velarde on guitars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs708.snc4/62816_441684964556_154392614556_5009469_7909503_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs708.snc4/62816_441684964556_154392614556_5009469_7909503_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs348.ash2/62816_441684984556_154392614556_5009473_934959_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs348.ash2/62816_441684984556_154392614556_5009473_934959_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear God, why do I look like Jollibee in this picture? :( I have such huge cheeks.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs708.snc4/62816_441684989556_154392614556_5009474_5211020_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" width="480px"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs348.ash2/62816_441684994556_154392614556_5009475_5954231_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's funny how the three of us at the back (Rafa, me and Gab) have almost the same hair. Okay, it's not funny. It's just some random thing I noticed while looking at this photo (which is my favorite). That's Izzy on the far right, by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs688.snc4/62816_441684959556_154392614556_5009468_6867993_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs633.snc4/59365_441684744556_154392614556_5009465_2374266_n.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sorry for ruining this photo. I had no idea it was being taken!  look like a complete dufus. &lt;i&gt;Pardon my face&lt;/i&gt;. If you guys happen to be reading this, &lt;b&gt;see you soon and good luck&lt;/b&gt;! You owe us brownies. It will remain engraved in my head until you give us some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-2013697430831637743?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/2013697430831637743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=2013697430831637743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/2013697430831637743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/2013697430831637743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-layout.html' title='New Layout!'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TJpM_rNmwGI/AAAAAAAAAfs/M0rwPwH3wT8/s72-c/logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-4864980326260742419</id><published>2010-09-08T15:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T16:12:50.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Outer Space</title><content type='html'>So today, as I was bored out of my wits due to the fact that my brother had been hogging the Internet. Then I thought of customizing some of my stuff. And there it is, my boredom went away all of a sudden. At first I wanted to paint my shirt in this outer space kind of theme, but then I remembered something.. MY PLAIN WHITE SHOES!&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TIc8o3ajuSI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ZsXYf-GaUc8/s1600/Img+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TIc8o3ajuSI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ZsXYf-GaUc8/s400/Img+029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514442941506238754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used them once when I went out shopping with Nicole. Well I actually, I used them the moment I paid for it. Now I think it's plain and boring. After deciding what I really want to do with it, I prepared the stuff I need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TIdC56s8N4I/AAAAAAAAAfE/YU4PkxvqXUA/s400/Img+030.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514449831516190594" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TIdC6ZXEcAI/AAAAAAAAAfM/MfZEO2QwrVA/s1600/Img+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TIdC6ZXEcAI/AAAAAAAAAfM/MfZEO2QwrVA/s400/Img+034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514449839745953794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I used&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acrylic paint&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Round and flat bristle brushes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Canvas; in this case, a pair of white shoes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;And the finished product:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TIdC7IXXgMI/AAAAAAAAAfc/S1iQ-8W5Ww0/s1600/Img+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TIdC7IXXgMI/AAAAAAAAAfc/S1iQ-8W5Ww0/s400/Img+032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514449852363669698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TIdC61iNpRI/AAAAAAAAAfU/oKsIOApx43E/s1600/Img+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TIdC61iNpRI/AAAAAAAAAfU/oKsIOApx43E/s400/Img+036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514449847308887314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to paint the sole black because I do not have black acrylic paint, sad to say. But I think i'll manage to look for one outside the house. So, what do you think of my new shoes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-4864980326260742419?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/4864980326260742419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=4864980326260742419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/4864980326260742419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/4864980326260742419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/09/project-outer-space.html' title='Project Outer Space'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TIc8o3ajuSI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ZsXYf-GaUc8/s72-c/Img+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-5539867202990359846</id><published>2010-09-08T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T01:55:41.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Sweet '90s</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8dvf7UHJK1qzborjo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 262px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8dvf7UHJK1qzborjo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't help but post this photo taken from one of my favorite movies of all time, &lt;i&gt;The Little Rascals&lt;/i&gt;. It screams of cuteness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-5539867202990359846?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/5539867202990359846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=5539867202990359846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5539867202990359846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5539867202990359846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-sweet-90s.html' title='Oh Sweet &apos;90s'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-1355874727966944061</id><published>2010-08-30T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T15:45:39.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Planner is an Empty Book</title><content type='html'>I haven't been writing on my planner that much anymore and I feel semi-bad for leaving the blank pages unused. So what I do on my spare time is that I fill the empty days with random things I've done for that certain date. It's quite entertaining actually. I'm planning to do it again later when I'm too lazy to do anything else.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's in my bag:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw14s75DSX1qzborjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 274px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw14s75DSX1qzborjo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Xoxo wallet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Starbucks Planner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Two pairs of sunnies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Band aid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;iPod Nano&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Make up kit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Several felt-tip pens&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-1355874727966944061?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/1355874727966944061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=1355874727966944061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/1355874727966944061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/1355874727966944061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-planner-is-empty-book.html' title='My Planner is an Empty Book'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-6236003818600941343</id><published>2010-08-14T00:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:17:05.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of Manila Design Week 2010</title><content type='html'>Today was the last day of Manila Design Week and how can I miss it? I attended the first, I think it's just right that I should also attend the last, right? We got there around quarter to six. There weren't much people that's why we got to take pictures while the sun was still up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGVwqtojiiI/AAAAAAAAAdE/BVcxptRn-YY/s1600/Img+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGVwqtojiiI/AAAAAAAAAdE/BVcxptRn-YY/s400/Img+072.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504929998636812834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGVwqOQxr0I/AAAAAAAAAc8/TaqKlJJ3MDo/s1600/Img+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGVwqOQxr0I/AAAAAAAAAc8/TaqKlJJ3MDo/s400/Img+050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504929990215577410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We roamed around a bit, entering shops here and there. The interiors were nice and I love most of the stuff we saw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGVyi1CQDAI/AAAAAAAAAds/EJZgplfI0as/s1600/Img+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGVyi1CQDAI/AAAAAAAAAds/EJZgplfI0as/s400/Img+171.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504932062207937538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGVyiiT1zJI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ATY_H_rwoXg/s1600/Img+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGVyiiT1zJI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ATY_H_rwoXg/s400/Img+141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504932057181441170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Love You Store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGVyiWYv2gI/AAAAAAAAAdc/qGReIDl4gdQ/s1600/Img+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGVyiWYv2gI/AAAAAAAAAdc/qGReIDl4gdQ/s400/Img+130.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504932053980797442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE Clothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGVyhx4zc4I/AAAAAAAAAdU/trUfknElTOo/s1600/Img+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGVyhx4zc4I/AAAAAAAAAdU/trUfknElTOo/s400/Img+061.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504932044183139202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGVyhph5ycI/AAAAAAAAAdM/lb3iMALBMh0/s1600/Img+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGVyhph5ycI/AAAAAAAAAdM/lb3iMALBMh0/s400/Img+054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504932041939601858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stoic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We hung out in Mogwai a bit because we were too lazy to do anything else that time. There weren't much people and we were bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGV4anviDOI/AAAAAAAAAec/dMeHeDj-SQ0/s1600/Img+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGV4anviDOI/AAAAAAAAAec/dMeHeDj-SQ0/s400/Img+119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504938518270577890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me being bored and..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGV4aJSR2fI/AAAAAAAAAeU/2hybbBRgCBQ/s1600/Img+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGV4aJSR2fI/AAAAAAAAAeU/2hybbBRgCBQ/s400/Img+108.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504938510094817778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nicole being infinitely cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After that we went around again and then had dinner in Future (yes, that's the restaurants name) and we had Lemon buttered chicken. EXCRUCIATINGLY GOOD. When I saw the plate my eyes almost popped out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGV3LP5IkLI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ZS3eKDj6CQo/s400/Img+205.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504937154658734258" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Six pieces of chicken. How are we ever going to finish this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGV3LXjt0aI/AAAAAAAAAeE/f_76TeAT0RQ/s400/Img+209.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504937156716384674" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nicole's a warrior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGV3L2APS-I/AAAAAAAAAeM/nsPAoKPViUo/s400/Img+207.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504937164889082850" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We finished the chicken! Although we didn't eat the fatty parts. That's how we cheated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also watched Sinosikat? play. They had a great set. Too bad we weren't able to stay for the other bands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGV1jOBr5pI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Kkf9WpDrGA8/s1600/Img+270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGV1jOBr5pI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Kkf9WpDrGA8/s400/Img+270.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504935367451338386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Also met up with my beloved friends from fashion school! AKA my best friend, Dave Gargollo and also Karla Ynzon who I met because of Dave and the gang as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGV73WNqnKI/AAAAAAAAAe0/J-JUWA-dNeE/s1600/Img+218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGV73WNqnKI/AAAAAAAAAe0/J-JUWA-dNeE/s400/Img+218.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504942310316219554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stairs to the Junkie Shop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGV73OMIVzI/AAAAAAAAAes/WwMhUyuK3LI/s1600/Img+303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGV73OMIVzI/AAAAAAAAAes/WwMhUyuK3LI/s400/Img+303.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504942308162295602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Dave and my huge arm making a scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGV725gaJsI/AAAAAAAAAek/Vwt70CtGYjM/s1600/Img+248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGV725gaJsI/AAAAAAAAAek/Vwt70CtGYjM/s400/Img+248.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504942302610204354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Karla and Dave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left around 9.30PM because we had classes the next day. Thanks so much Mary Nicole for the night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me leave you guys with one last photo: AN OUTFIT POST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l73omcj5xZ1qzborjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 392px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l73omcj5xZ1qzborjo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rose print dress (Forever 21), Liquid leggings and black plimsolls (Keds).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night, my lovely readers (if I do have some).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-6236003818600941343?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/6236003818600941343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=6236003818600941343&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/6236003818600941343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/6236003818600941343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-day-of-manila-design-week-2010.html' title='Last Day of Manila Design Week 2010'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TGVwqtojiiI/AAAAAAAAAdE/BVcxptRn-YY/s72-c/Img+072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-4946026781372108552</id><published>2010-08-12T16:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T17:23:02.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously</title><content type='html'>I just had the hardest time categorizing my blog in Bloglovin'. I didn't know if I'm a fashion blogger or an art blogger or a photo blogger. Because I am all three! So what I did was that I categorized myself under art. Generally speaking. Fashion and photography still falls under art. Right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, my blogging popularity has dropped greatly since I was an immature high-schooler with almost no originality (yes I am guilty as charged). And now I'm back on my feet - back to blogging. And I'm really hoping that people would appreciate this instead of dissing me countless of times because come on now, where will that take you? As we all know it, it will not get you &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;anywhere&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So hello, let me re-introduce myself. I am Anne Vitug, nineteen, living and breathing the polluted air of Manila, studying the finest of all arts and is dreaming of becoming well, a well-known person in the art and fashion industry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nice to meet you, too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs405.snc3/24530_1418754386105_1150011945_1262757_6507371_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs405.snc3/24530_1418754386105_1150011945_1262757_6507371_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-4946026781372108552?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/4946026781372108552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=4946026781372108552&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/4946026781372108552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/4946026781372108552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/08/seriously.html' title='Seriously'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-8828834028538597499</id><published>2010-08-12T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T14:45:12.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geldof Sisters</title><content type='html'>Last night, during Nicole and I's long chat conversations, we have attained a new obsession: Peaches and Pixie Geldof. The two girls are London's it girls. I mean how can they not? Look at their faces! More over, check out their style! It all started when &lt;a href="http://iammarynicole.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt; posted this photo on my Facebook wall saying that they remind her of the two of us so I told her that they remind me of the both of us as well! Want proof?&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs267.snc4/39687_417388581749_505141749_5237636_6058849_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs273.snc4/39966_1565515375038_1150011945_1655390_5129724_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs273.snc4/39966_1565515375038_1150011945_1655390_5129724_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; " src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs273.snc4/39966_1565515375038_1150011945_1655390_5129724_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs250.snc4/39862_417392461749_505141749_5237658_199691_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs250.snc4/39862_417392461749_505141749_5237658_199691_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so going to lose twenty pounds. Do you see the resemblance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.picapp.com/ftp/Images/9/5/2/0/Pixie_Geldof_takes_3dfe.jpg?adImageId=12833509&amp;amp;imageId=8558354"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 750px;" src="http://cdn.picapp.com/ftp/Images/9/5/2/0/Pixie_Geldof_takes_3dfe.jpg?adImageId=12833509&amp;amp;imageId=8558354" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to flatter myself but we both have small faces short hair and long legs. Although she obviously looks a gazillion times better than me with her thin frame and lovely fashion statement. Not that I don't have style but I haven't been going out much. On my next night out or whatever with Nicole, we'll make sure to take a similar photo like that of Peaches and Pixie's picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.models.com/i/db/2009/2/4733/4733-500w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="http://i.models.com/i/db/2009/2/4733/4733-500w.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have no idea how happy I was when I saw this. Ash Stymest with Pixie Geldof. Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.thisislondon.co.uk/i/pix/2009/05/geldofs-415x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 415px; height: 600px;" src="http://i.thisislondon.co.uk/i/pix/2009/05/geldofs-415x600.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs220.snc4/39327_422131376093_579646093_5106724_5655202_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 482px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs220.snc4/39327_422131376093_579646093_5106724_5655202_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do we remind you of Peaches and Pixie Geldof, too? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I am so going to have a little one-man shoot here in my room. Pixie Geldof-themed, of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-8828834028538597499?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/8828834028538597499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=8828834028538597499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/8828834028538597499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/8828834028538597499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/08/geldof-sisters.html' title='Geldof Sisters'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-6378793416598737561</id><published>2010-08-08T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T00:44:43.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manila Design Week 2010</title><content type='html'>Oh hey look! It's Manila Design Week once again and can I just say that I am nothing but stoked about this event? I will be completely honest with you though. This is my first time to attend any event under MDW just because I wasn't the type of person who was big on attending events such as this. Now I'm trying to involve myself a little bit more in the art scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was (I think) the first event for MDW2010; Wall Lords. It's a competition between crews and the winner gets to go to China for another competition. Some of my friends were a part of the competition as well and their crews bagged the second and third place so congrats to you guys! Anyway, I went with Nicole since she likes these kinds of events. Went to her place first before we headed down to Makati. We had three outfit-changes and ended up with the first one. What's the lesson here? I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TF7dizpyHLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/au1ZdmIPZOU/s1600/Img+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TF7dizpyHLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/au1ZdmIPZOU/s400/Img+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503079384744074418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kookoo Ramos' work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TF7djdIJQtI/AAAAAAAAAcU/debcNMoxWCg/s1600/Img+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TF7djdIJQtI/AAAAAAAAAcU/debcNMoxWCg/s400/Img+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503079395877274322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MSF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TF7dj5xLCZI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Sfgu1VJKFBc/s1600/Img+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TF7dj5xLCZI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Sfgu1VJKFBc/s400/Img+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503079403565549970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PSP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TF7dkT58UDI/AAAAAAAAAck/fe9WEb3UPkg/s1600/Img+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TF7dkT58UDI/AAAAAAAAAck/fe9WEb3UPkg/s400/Img+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503079410581655602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TF7dlCKKXTI/AAAAAAAAAcs/fFyXR7t3mV4/s1600/Img+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TF7dlCKKXTI/AAAAAAAAAcs/fFyXR7t3mV4/s400/Img+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503079422997716274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of the photos. Maybe I'll upload some more when I'm not too lazy to rearrange them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-6378793416598737561?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/6378793416598737561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=6378793416598737561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/6378793416598737561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/6378793416598737561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/08/manila-design-week-2010.html' title='Manila Design Week 2010'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TF7dizpyHLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/au1ZdmIPZOU/s72-c/Img+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-3452921952457145649</id><published>2010-08-03T10:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T10:33:21.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's That Ancient Love that You Won't Outgrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TFd9wUHpVqI/AAAAAAAAAcE/i3hzq1M_ShQ/s1600/tumblr_l6h1x1KmUw1qzborjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TFd9wUHpVqI/AAAAAAAAAcE/i3hzq1M_ShQ/s400/tumblr_l6h1x1KmUw1qzborjo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501003738844321442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TFd9wJDI4iI/AAAAAAAAAb8/fRrYz4MM8es/s1600/38579_411383792665_637407665_4807164_7619941_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TFd9wJDI4iI/AAAAAAAAAb8/fRrYz4MM8es/s400/38579_411383792665_637407665_4807164_7619941_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501003735872627234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TFd9vvBc7eI/AAAAAAAAAb0/StnGtgKH0FA/s1600/38579_411383797665_637407665_4807165_7601706_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TFd9vvBc7eI/AAAAAAAAAb0/StnGtgKH0FA/s400/38579_411383797665_637407665_4807165_7601706_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501003728886230498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fish eye shots from Annie Alcantara, my Co-URock Jock on NU107.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me and my bestest friend evar, Mattew Santos-Viola. We've been best friends for three years now BUT this is our first photograph together and it screams of pure awesomeness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;With Annie Alcantara, the owner of the camera. I've been with her what, four times? - and I already love her to bits! She's an awesome partner. I think we'll be going on air together a lot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Myself.. in Annie's lovely ski hat. What's the ski hat for? Just in case you aren't well aware, Cove (Saosin's vocalist) left the band.. and he loves ski hats.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These pictures were taken last July 26 in the NU 107 station. I don't know if my best friend knows about this blog but I'm gonna thank him anyway for coming with me to the station!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So lately I've been thinking of trying out as a court side reporter for my university on the next UAAP season. I mean, I don't think there are a lot of Thomasians who actually try out for this stint and I just wanna see how far my fine arts ass can go in broadcasting. And this is a really great opportunity for me as a student because this will look real good in my resume once I graduate. Plus, my being a URock Jock right now would help me land the job. So, what do you guys thing? I say I'm going to give it a shot. Wish me luck for next year! I hope I remember wanting this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ciao.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-3452921952457145649?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/3452921952457145649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=3452921952457145649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3452921952457145649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3452921952457145649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-that-ancient-love-that-you-wont.html' title='It&apos;s That Ancient Love that You Won&apos;t Outgrow'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TFd9wUHpVqI/AAAAAAAAAcE/i3hzq1M_ShQ/s72-c/tumblr_l6h1x1KmUw1qzborjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-3683550770553075174</id><published>2010-07-24T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:28:54.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Tumblr,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TEr4f2izEVI/AAAAAAAAAak/xvDuvDg--q0/s1600/WTF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TEr4f2izEVI/AAAAAAAAAak/xvDuvDg--q0/s400/WTF.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497479521260212562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-3683550770553075174?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/3683550770553075174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=3683550770553075174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3683550770553075174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3683550770553075174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-tumblr.html' title='Dear Tumblr,'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TEr4f2izEVI/AAAAAAAAAak/xvDuvDg--q0/s72-c/WTF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-4239235814225821456</id><published>2010-07-15T13:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T13:57:46.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>John Clark, you saved my life</title><content type='html'>So I am now here in a cafe right beside my school, mooching off free wifi and charging all my gadgets (i.e, laptop, iPod and cellphone) just because Basyang's (the typhoon that hit our country) wind was too strong for any Filipino's (in Manila) likings. It came to a point wherein the tree infront of our house fell and crushed our fence. Right now, we haven't had electricity for more than 24 hours, and it sucks big time! Last night I've been waiting for the lights to suddenly turn on so I can start with my victory dance but to no avail. In addition, my mom has been trying to put me to sleep since nine in the evening and you know me, I don't sleep before twelve midnight.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week I had my second tattoo done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TD6ibDgRSqI/AAAAAAAAAac/VP5qt9uTfHs/s1600/tatt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TD6ibDgRSqI/AAAAAAAAAac/VP5qt9uTfHs/s400/tatt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494007181119408802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it's a red paper crane. It's cool, isn't it? My mom told me that I should stop having tattoos done. I can't react with her comment because I'm planning on getting my third within the week supposedly (a candy skull). Now my paper crane looks like crap. The ink didn't stick well and I have to get it retouched ASAP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-4239235814225821456?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/4239235814225821456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=4239235814225821456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/4239235814225821456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/4239235814225821456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/07/john-clark-you-saved-my-life.html' title='John Clark, you saved my life'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TD6ibDgRSqI/AAAAAAAAAac/VP5qt9uTfHs/s72-c/tatt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-8835201901443714446</id><published>2010-07-12T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:48:11.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVA</title><content type='html'>I know, I know.. I haven't blogged in ages! Why, you ask? Oh it's just because my dad has the laptop and I don't have my own (yet). So right now I am enduring the ugly monitors and almost worn-out keyboards of the Internet cafe near our house. The only way I get to go online is through my mom's lovely phone (a Nokia E71, which I hope she gives me). And with that, I get to post stuff on Facebook and Twitter with a little bit of Tumblr as well. But nothing beats having a big screen in front of you, a keyboard and DSL. Yes, that's just so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you must be aware of the World Cup craze, and I'm very much guilty for tweeting non-stop very, very early this morning due to the championship game wherein Spain and the Netherlands battled for the golden trophy (in a Louis Vuitton case, I might add). Look, I'm no sports enthusiast although I do a little football myself here and there but that doesn't make me want to go pro, but the game was just so intense - TOO INTENSE, actually. There weren't any goals on the first and second half of the game so they had to extend it. But God bless, Iniesta for that beautiful goal! There were only a few minutes left and we all knew that Spain did it. The dirty Dutch players didn't deserve that trophy and I swear I've never seen so many yellow cards in my life! In addition, I might have fallen in love with Jesus Navas (plus Sergio Ramos). ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2970282/tumblr_l5f6avYv7N1qcodh5o1_500_large.jpg?1278922366" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;God, I love football players.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-8835201901443714446?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/8835201901443714446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=8835201901443714446&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/8835201901443714446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/8835201901443714446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/07/viva.html' title='VIVA'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-9044118115414943141</id><published>2010-06-19T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T01:25:24.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then Some</title><content type='html'>Today's been good. Last night, not so much. But it's alright, it was never meant to last. Anyway, what is so endearing about this day you ask?&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get to drink a few shots with my friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(The best part) I GET TO WATCH TOY STORY 3 FOR FREE WITH MY BESTEST FRIEND EVAR.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a251/edtadeo/wp-images/toystory3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 283px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a251/edtadeo/wp-images/toystory3.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a seriously great movie and I tried to hold my tears. I also got to bond with my best friend, Matt a little since we were also with Patrice and Mark (his friends who are now mine as well). Funny enough, we don't have any picture together considering that we've been best friends for three years now. Maybe next time when we see each other again, we'll take pictures.. while hugging. 'Cause that's just our thing.. we hug a lot. And people think we're together. Okay, that was random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-9044118115414943141?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/9044118115414943141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=9044118115414943141&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/9044118115414943141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/9044118115414943141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-then-some.html' title='And Then Some'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a251/edtadeo/wp-images/th_toystory3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-6117217958312215420</id><published>2010-06-14T20:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T21:06:12.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;If you think you are standing strong, be careful not to fall. Temptations in your life are no different from what others experience. And God is faithful. He will not allow the temptation to be more than you can stand. When you are tempted, he will show you a way out so you can endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-1 Cor 10:12-13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-6117217958312215420?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/6117217958312215420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=6117217958312215420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/6117217958312215420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/6117217958312215420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-you-think-you-are-standing-strong-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-7250163673855050802</id><published>2010-06-14T18:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T18:50:28.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realized</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2542639/tumblr_l3tpvgxUpm1qzer4eo1_500_large.jpg?1276217193"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2542639/tumblr_l3tpvgxUpm1qzer4eo1_500_large.jpg?1276217193" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2553329/tumblr_l3vf38GChO1qzhgugo1_500_large.jpg?1276294853"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 329px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2553329/tumblr_l3vf38GChO1qzhgugo1_500_large.jpg?1276294853" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2544770/tumblr_ksori8ybhm1qzoaqio1_500_large.jpg?1276232996"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 335px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2544770/tumblr_ksori8ybhm1qzoaqio1_500_large.jpg?1276232996" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You all know how much I love fashion. How much I love dressing up and going on (window) shopping trips. But I just realized that I was never brand-conscious. Now I'm starting to wonder if it's a good thing or not. Plus, I'm not that familiar to a lot of designers which is such a shame especially now that I'm thinking of it as a possible career. Ugh, FML. I need to research more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-7250163673855050802?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/7250163673855050802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=7250163673855050802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/7250163673855050802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/7250163673855050802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/06/realized.html' title='Realized'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-8152755558939725305</id><published>2010-06-14T03:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T03:17:10.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I actually want to blog about fashion but I rant too much about random stuff and I don't really post much about fashion (anymore). But yeah, you get me right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao (for real).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-8152755558939725305?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/8152755558939725305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=8152755558939725305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/8152755558939725305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/8152755558939725305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/06/final-thoughts.html' title='Final Thoughts'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-3718032493372934206</id><published>2010-06-14T02:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T03:18:04.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you feel my heartbeat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TBUfkgt3dFI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ZhP_1wCmmDE/s1600/IMG_7094+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TBUfkgt3dFI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ZhP_1wCmmDE/s400/IMG_7094+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482322833511511122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TBUfkW-0rBI/AAAAAAAAAZk/XNZd867YCzw/s1600/IMG_7075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TBUfkW-0rBI/AAAAAAAAAZk/XNZd867YCzw/s400/IMG_7075.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482322830898277394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me trying to escape from boredom the other day (Saturday, since it's already Monday). I wore my striped dress (with zippers on the sleeves) as a top with my black DIY high-waisted skirt; accessorized with black stockings, a blue patented belt and two different hats.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, having this little photo shoot by myself didn't really take my mind off things. Not doing anything makes me go insane. Thinking about certain topics that I should &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; be thinking off, worrying about problems that aren't even mine.. seriously. If summer vacation made me this way then it can go suck my invisible dick. But then again, I will miss it once school rolls by on Tuesday. Speaking of Tuesday, I'm feeling a little apprehensive about it. I still need to go to the bank but then it's still closed so FML.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it weird if I tell you that I miss my ex-boyfriend from five years ago? He was the nicest one. Plus the both of us were still a little bit hung up on each other three years after the break-up. You can say that we never really had a decent closure; we were both young when we got together (I was fourteen, he was fifteen), very immature and juvenile. We were only together for exactly three months and I still keep on wondering now &lt;i&gt;what if&lt;/i&gt; I set my pride aside and gave it another shot? But the &lt;i&gt;what if&lt;/i&gt;s will remain &lt;i&gt;what if&lt;/i&gt;s. I will never, ever find out. See what this break from school is doing to me? Wondering about things from forever ago &lt;b&gt;now &lt;/b&gt;which is not a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work," because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do. The machinery is always going. Even when you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Andy Warhol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, I have been finally making use of my (hibernating) creative juices. They're still there, apparently, I just haven't paid much attention to it over the months. I was too busy dreaming of the waves of the sea, the bumming around (that I am now sick of), and hanging out with people (which I've only done for a quarter of my summer). And now that it's almost over, I have squeezed my brain to its extent and have decided to work on my art. &lt;b&gt;Finally&lt;/b&gt;, I know! I remember mentioning that I'm a little bit confused with my future career as an &lt;i&gt;artist&lt;/i&gt;; whether I should be a photographer, an illustrator, a graphic designer / web developer, or a fashion stylist. In the past days I tried to pick up inspiration from back issues of magazines (i.e Anthem, Nylon), also asking help from my mom who (I think) manages artists and is very, very much exposed in the art world. And so I have &lt;i&gt;ventured&lt;/i&gt;. The result?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TBUovAYtejI/AAAAAAAAAaU/P5JIlllU1SQ/s1600/IMG_7018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TBUovAYtejI/AAAAAAAAAaU/P5JIlllU1SQ/s400/IMG_7018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482332909416053298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A self-portrait that I did during an excruciatingly hot morning in a bazaar where we had a booth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TBUouX3l8YI/AAAAAAAAAaM/a6UZBXtArLk/s1600/IMG_7007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TBUouX3l8YI/AAAAAAAAAaM/a6UZBXtArLk/s400/IMG_7007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482332898539729282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inspirations for future photoshoots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TBUotEHBM9I/AAAAAAAAAaE/ocAoX52RQ8A/s1600/IMG_7000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TBUotEHBM9I/AAAAAAAAAaE/ocAoX52RQ8A/s400/IMG_7000.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482332876055851986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inspirations for illustrations / graphic design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TBUosvN9C_I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Q_zKNm4wWoY/s1600/IMG_7040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TBUosvN9C_I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Q_zKNm4wWoY/s400/IMG_7040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482332870447795186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Experimenting with lighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TBUosNBSkFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/pgSVgTZ6cno/s1600/IMG_7019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TBUosNBSkFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/pgSVgTZ6cno/s400/IMG_7019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482332861267873874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Illustration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The last one isn't finished yet. And I'm also working on graphic design (a personal project, obviously) right now. Maybe I'll post it in my &lt;a href="http://staticbliss.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviantArt&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/annevitug"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; when it's done with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I'm calling it a night. It's 3am and I have a lot of over-sleeping to do. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-3718032493372934206?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/3718032493372934206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=3718032493372934206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3718032493372934206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3718032493372934206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/06/can-you-feel-my-heartbeat.html' title='Can you feel my heartbeat?'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TBUfkgt3dFI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ZhP_1wCmmDE/s72-c/IMG_7094+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-5602445425323395530</id><published>2010-06-09T03:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T04:02:52.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should Have Taken Acid With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TA6h1zJtPAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/iI7CUpB1Qtg/s1600/wolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TA6h1zJtPAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/iI7CUpB1Qtg/s400/wolf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480495742192532482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's been uneventful but still pretty tiring. I'm not used to going out everyday anymore seeing that I'm still on my summer vacay and I won't go back to school until Tuesday next week. My days are numbered but I don't mind, because as Tuesday rolls by, I get to be with &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the fact that you send me songs that you think I'd like, even when your hands get sweaty when you hold mine. I like it that you love my voice when I've just woken up, and that you called me just to sing me a song you know I can't resist. Maybe you wouldn't be able to read this but it would be better off that way. What we have now is lovely, and that's all that matters now. I am happy and so are you. Let's leave it like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-5602445425323395530?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/5602445425323395530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=5602445425323395530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5602445425323395530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/5602445425323395530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/06/should-have-taken-acid-with-you.html' title='Should Have Taken Acid With You'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/TA6h1zJtPAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/iI7CUpB1Qtg/s72-c/wolf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-1283065697713253025</id><published>2010-06-07T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T16:14:08.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously, Blogging</title><content type='html'>I've never given a thought of blogging seriously. It has always been one of my past times since I was in high school to write about random stuff going on in my life and telling stories. Writing, as most of my previous blog followers know, is something that I've been considering as one of my career paths. Why not, right? I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; want to take up Creative Writing and my second choice in UST was Journalism. But then, I still wasn't sure of it. Heck I'm still not sure of anything now!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are three ways that I am currently considering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fashion (as a stylist)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photographer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Graphic artist / Web developer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, I cannot have all of them at once. I'm not getting any younger and time will come that I would have to decide. But right now maybe I should try to venture in all of these fields. And wherever I excel the most, that would be the one to choose. Hmm, or maybe I'll just go to Australia for further studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-1283065697713253025?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/1283065697713253025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=1283065697713253025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/1283065697713253025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/1283065697713253025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/06/seriously-blogging.html' title='Seriously, Blogging'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-3894219054016993114</id><published>2010-05-26T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:48:13.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JDs and Bs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday, we celebrated Ched's 20th birthday. Since we weren't really the type of people who go to clubs, that's exactly what she decided to do. Well I'd have to say that it was a great night. Got drunk, met new people, danced a lot. I even got hit on by some Pakistani / Iranian dude (believe me, that isn't the highlight of my night. I did everything in my abilities to get away from him including telling him that I had a boyfriend). Anyway, it was a rather enjoyable experience and we're actually thinking of doing it again. Hopefully, on that next time, our designated driver doesn't get drunk. We danced 'til we dropped, the music was not so bad, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/S_0yzwhDdjI/AAAAAAAAAZU/hNqJ3K2acjk/s1600/chedm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/S_0yzwhDdjI/AAAAAAAAAZU/hNqJ3K2acjk/s400/chedm2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475588586730649138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Ched (right).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/S_0yzsgk7YI/AAAAAAAAAZM/MAczXWGmUjU/s1600/hala+sige.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/S_0yzsgk7YI/AAAAAAAAAZM/MAczXWGmUjU/s400/hala+sige.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475588585654906242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The reason why we're drunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/S_0yzTEwClI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Xs9l8qCvrfQ/s1600/chedjfkdsjlfs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/S_0yzTEwClI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Xs9l8qCvrfQ/s400/chedjfkdsjlfs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475588578827307602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Ched and her friends. Now my friends as well. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/S_0yzLaGMtI/AAAAAAAAAY8/gsUI-LlTEMQ/s1600/ched.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/S_0yzLaGMtI/AAAAAAAAAY8/gsUI-LlTEMQ/s400/ched.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475588576769356498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Bettina. &lt;i&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://iammarynicole.blogspot.com"&gt;Mary Nicole&lt;/a&gt; for lending me the lovely dress.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/S_0yyhot6qI/AAAAAAAAAY0/xW2QfShq9bw/s1600/ched+fjsklfjs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/S_0yyhot6qI/AAAAAAAAAY0/xW2QfShq9bw/s400/ched+fjsklfjs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475588565556390562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-3894219054016993114?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/3894219054016993114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=3894219054016993114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3894219054016993114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3894219054016993114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/05/jds-and-bs.html' title='JDs and Bs'/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIKZYDISBlc/S_0yzwhDdjI/AAAAAAAAAZU/hNqJ3K2acjk/s72-c/chedm2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678546052191661328.post-3535749783359975607</id><published>2010-05-16T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T02:41:10.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--BEGIN HYPE WIDGET--&gt;&lt;script src="http://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.4.2/jquery.min.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://lookbook.nu/look/widget/725131.js?style=button&amp;align=center&amp;include=all"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="hype_container_725131"&gt;&lt;div id="hype_photo_container_725131"&gt;&lt;a id="hype_photo_link_725131"&gt;&lt;img id="hype_photo_725131" src="http://files6.lookbook.nu/files/looks/medium/606214_IMG_6201.jpg?1273947305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul class="hype_button_ul_725131"&gt;&lt;li id="hype_button_action_725131" class="hype_button_li_725131"&gt;&lt;a id="hype_action_725131" class="hype_button_a_725131"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="hype_button_link_725131" class="hype_button_li_725131"&gt;&lt;a id="hype_anchor_725131" class="hype_button_a_725131"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--END HYPE WIDGET--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678546052191661328-3535749783359975607?l=deardavidbowie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/feeds/3535749783359975607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678546052191661328&amp;postID=3535749783359975607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3535749783359975607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678546052191661328/posts/default/3535749783359975607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deardavidbowie.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne Vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ygWIDa7R40/TVqjE2XcEMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iTSnPxMwxVk/s1600/166213_1785990126769_1150011945_2144039_5909784_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
