<?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-7073891500521908578</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:10:55.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me and my evil thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>brattyeynah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659843175027978987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sdds5kwzb6I/AAAAAAAAADs/s_8siFdQyGc/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073891500521908578.post-8031383648602876981</id><published>2009-06-25T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T08:11:05.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY</title><content type='html'>I'm so drop dead tired today I was bit late for my first subject because there's no bus i waited for like 15 minutes under the freaking rain.. i had only 2 subject for this day but still tiring and whatever............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANTS TO SLEEP UNTIL 1pm tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7073891500521908578-8031383648602876981?l=frustration-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/feeds/8031383648602876981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073891500521908578&amp;postID=8031383648602876981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/8031383648602876981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/8031383648602876981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/2009/06/yay.html' title='YAY'/><author><name>brattyeynah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659843175027978987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sdds5kwzb6I/AAAAAAAAADs/s_8siFdQyGc/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073891500521908578.post-6325921449371596142</id><published>2009-06-14T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:07:51.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cuteness.. ;0</title><content type='html'>Jansport cravings.. ;0&lt;br /&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/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SjX97Uh2NFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/9Vez7MjkshQ/s1600-h/New+Picture.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SjX97Uh2NFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/9Vez7MjkshQ/s320/New+Picture.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347459328137114706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SjX-gbkFovI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dQ1VFVaSfyI/s1600-h/New+Picture+%281%29.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SjX-gbkFovI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dQ1VFVaSfyI/s320/New+Picture+%281%29.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347459965680722674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;actually im looking for a heart printed designs kaso limited edition?? not sure&lt;br /&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/7073891500521908578-6325921449371596142?l=frustration-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/feeds/6325921449371596142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073891500521908578&amp;postID=6325921449371596142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/6325921449371596142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/6325921449371596142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-it.html' title='cuteness.. ;0'/><author><name>brattyeynah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659843175027978987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sdds5kwzb6I/AAAAAAAAADs/s_8siFdQyGc/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SjX97Uh2NFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/9Vez7MjkshQ/s72-c/New+Picture.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073891500521908578.post-6626728343133118954</id><published>2009-06-12T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T02:00:39.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>Crissy and I talked earlier about her friends, I was like WHAT the hell? i never thought that it can  happen in real life situation,  I thought i could only see it from a high school mean movie or whatev so yea how bad ass they can be when they  "STAB" their  friends? so they think their cool now ha?? most probably her words is new for her kaya tamang gamit nlang siya and excuse you that word is so last season dearie nagagawa nga naman ng internet pinapalawak ang vocabolary niya hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7073891500521908578-6626728343133118954?l=frustration-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/feeds/6626728343133118954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073891500521908578&amp;postID=6626728343133118954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/6626728343133118954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/6626728343133118954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/2009/06/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>brattyeynah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659843175027978987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sdds5kwzb6I/AAAAAAAAADs/s_8siFdQyGc/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073891500521908578.post-8479891078927697373</id><published>2009-05-29T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:42:16.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday's food</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we went out actually sabit lang talaga ako kasi nga theirs no one to looked out for olin so go naman ako gala yun sympre besides my summer sucks really  because of my OJT haggard  and I have to sleep early and wake up 4:30 and go out around 6:45 traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My family never used to go out and hit beaches during summer, kc nga its crowded yun lang yun kaya we stayed home during summer  break, my father dont want to spend money with nonsense things para lang mapag usapan ng ibang tao that's the 2nd reason, because some people want to spend money and buy things para lang masabing yeah right That family is "effin rich" but the truth is their "effin BROKE" here's  nothing to admit if your broke or whatever this is the so-called world anything can happen anything is possible the point is my parets is wise beat that ;0. so back from yesterday yeah we ate at Tokyo cafe they have very interesting menu i ate chicken ala pobre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SiC-xb9M8DI/AAAAAAAAAF0/6sRCmTNCL5U/s1600-h/3575160979_7bc6a7596c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SiC-xb9M8DI/AAAAAAAAAF0/6sRCmTNCL5U/s320/3575160979_7bc6a7596c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341478914588733490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;looks yummy&lt;span&gt; &lt;span&gt;right? and yes it is ;) wirh matching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; japanese rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; aww it was a heavy meal. right after we eat olin asked me to buy bubbles she relly loves bubble kids will be kids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SiDB37POeYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/V6ayx2Hms4k/s1600-h/3575173491_6dc3172b12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SiDB37POeYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/V6ayx2Hms4k/s320/3575173491_6dc3172b12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341482324599929218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this was outside of breton where we ate yummy crepes ;) nkakatuwa kasi while she's making bubbles yung mga katabing table from other resto nag papagpag kasi yung bubbles ni olin napunta sa knila i thought thier going to be angry with us but when they saw olin and her cutest smile natuwa na din yung mga tao ;p ooh so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SiDEnJdoYVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cy05QKhe6xc/s1600-h/3575171421_ebbd4c93ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SiDEnJdoYVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cy05QKhe6xc/s320/3575171421_ebbd4c93ba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341485334895550802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SiDFQHUQMEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Bj4wP0g8Xpk/s1600-h/3575171977_4f58aea083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SiDFQHUQMEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Bj4wP0g8Xpk/s320/3575171977_4f58aea083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341486038693982274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;heavy merienda din ;0 yummmy i like the Le magnifique yuuuuuums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7073891500521908578-8479891078927697373?l=frustration-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/feeds/8479891078927697373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073891500521908578&amp;postID=8479891078927697373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/8479891078927697373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/8479891078927697373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/2009/05/yesterdays-food.html' title='yesterday&apos;s food'/><author><name>brattyeynah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659843175027978987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sdds5kwzb6I/AAAAAAAAADs/s_8siFdQyGc/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SiC-xb9M8DI/AAAAAAAAAF0/6sRCmTNCL5U/s72-c/3575160979_7bc6a7596c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073891500521908578.post-7911934787216278743</id><published>2009-05-28T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:38:19.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ako mismo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;few weeks ago I joined a organization called "AKO MISMO"  this is group of Filipino's mostly youth contributing what they want to change in country, community, family and self. Yes the dog tag's are coming :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sh6hR0zDWPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XhUtGUkK3a4/s1600-h/dogtag-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sh6hR0zDWPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XhUtGUkK3a4/s320/dogtag-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340883535710607602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But if you’re one of those who can’t wait that long, make sure you don’t miss the AKO MISMO DOG TAG DAY on June 12 at the Fort concert grounds in Taguig. Aside from making the dog tags available to the public for the first time, this event will culminate in a concert featuring some of the hottest bands today. All you have to do is buy a dog tag at the entrance of the concert venue, and it will already serve as your ID and ticket to all the activities and concert from afternoon to night.&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/7073891500521908578-7911934787216278743?l=frustration-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/feeds/7911934787216278743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073891500521908578&amp;postID=7911934787216278743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/7911934787216278743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/7911934787216278743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/2009/05/ako-mismo.html' title='ako mismo!!'/><author><name>brattyeynah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659843175027978987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sdds5kwzb6I/AAAAAAAAADs/s_8siFdQyGc/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sh6hR0zDWPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XhUtGUkK3a4/s72-c/dogtag-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073891500521908578.post-7171217437575387791</id><published>2009-05-26T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:05:14.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>adik?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;napag tripan ko lang pag laruan ang mukang adik kong picture waaaaay back 2007 not so sure bout the year anyway i used cs3 ;) i know its super basic sue me, im starting to read books for editing stuffs,  you know  upgrading baby, i still have 2 more weeks to finish the entire book before school hits me, laugh hard i really looked like a mad retard LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/ShweufzcnzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NZM51DwYSm4/s1600-h/makeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/ShweufzcnzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NZM51DwYSm4/s320/makeup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340177042314665778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Retard =D&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/7073891500521908578-7171217437575387791?l=frustration-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/feeds/7171217437575387791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073891500521908578&amp;postID=7171217437575387791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/7171217437575387791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/7171217437575387791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/2009/05/adik.html' title='adik?'/><author><name>brattyeynah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659843175027978987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sdds5kwzb6I/AAAAAAAAADs/s_8siFdQyGc/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/ShweufzcnzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NZM51DwYSm4/s72-c/makeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073891500521908578.post-2819366244579040814</id><published>2009-05-23T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:30:36.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>editing stuff</title><content type='html'>mii loves photography  and editing pictures sooo much (basic stuff) but soon upgrading,  I'm using basic "PICTURE EDITOR" which is picnik.com maybe weeks from i'll soon be using photoshop coz lotsa people using that picture editor very common ;), everyone knows how lazy ass Iam to use it. =) here's some last batch of edited picture from picnik ;0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;model: Stephanie louise my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;&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/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SheztbXHUdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/FcApc_-nMtM/s1600-h/4257_90792757504_808302504_1722820_2037392_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SheztbXHUdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/FcApc_-nMtM/s320/4257_90792757504_808302504_1722820_2037392_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338933476291203538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Shez3WV5m7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/gXmp0G8XzB8/s1600-h/4257_90792767504_808302504_1722821_3336140_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Shez3WV5m7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/gXmp0G8XzB8/s320/4257_90792767504_808302504_1722821_3336140_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338933646742625202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7073891500521908578-2819366244579040814?l=frustration-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/feeds/2819366244579040814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073891500521908578&amp;postID=2819366244579040814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/2819366244579040814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/2819366244579040814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/2009/05/editing-stuff.html' title='editing stuff'/><author><name>brattyeynah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659843175027978987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sdds5kwzb6I/AAAAAAAAADs/s_8siFdQyGc/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SheztbXHUdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/FcApc_-nMtM/s72-c/4257_90792757504_808302504_1722820_2037392_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073891500521908578.post-3548135211483296665</id><published>2009-05-23T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:02:56.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OJT =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its been awhile since my last update, well well im doing good thanks for asking ;) Mkay let the ramblings begin. I finished my 100 freaking hours  clinical setting for my "OJT" whatev at cavite center for mental health, sayang i forgot to scan the draw-a-person test of my patient it was  very interesting then right after our presentation we went out to swim naks ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIX-people&lt;br /&gt;group 2 during the case presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/ShetNYcZsFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/V3NojYPwt4U/s1600-h/1_266197965l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/ShetNYcZsFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/V3NojYPwt4U/s320/1_266197965l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338926328682491986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SheqcpWx9FI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WH4kVKqd_-Y/s1600-h/1_741630707l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SheqcpWx9FI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WH4kVKqd_-Y/s320/1_741630707l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338923292385473618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with the CVSU people :)&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/7073891500521908578-3548135211483296665?l=frustration-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/feeds/3548135211483296665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073891500521908578&amp;postID=3548135211483296665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/3548135211483296665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/3548135211483296665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/2009/05/ojt-d.html' title='OJT =D'/><author><name>brattyeynah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659843175027978987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sdds5kwzb6I/AAAAAAAAADs/s_8siFdQyGc/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/ShetNYcZsFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/V3NojYPwt4U/s72-c/1_266197965l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073891500521908578.post-3703990859297588036</id><published>2008-07-06T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T03:20:39.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REDLIPISTIK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SHCYQN8dEFI/AAAAAAAAACc/y2okRCJ5giI/s1600-h/Vanity+strikEs12545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219839372510957650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" height="284" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SHCYQN8dEFI/AAAAAAAAACc/y2okRCJ5giI/s320/Vanity+strikEs12545.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; sabi naman kasi wag kang mag redlipstik! ayan hindi ka tuloy pinansin ng crush mo.. haha malas na &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;redlipstik&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yan harapan na hindi pa din ako pinansin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"keep trying jonah keep trying"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; natawa nalang ako sa sarili ko, baliw na ba ako? haha last year ko pa sya crush kaso suplado tlga sya, soooooobrang suplado ang gwapo kc at may &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOWA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; na nursing di naman ganun kagandahan hndi sya dyosa oohh yea.. nung isang araw din napansin ni&lt;br /&gt;DR. BARON ang redlipstik ko haha "itry mong mag LIPSTIK!" ika nya! haha ewan ko ba bakit lipstik ko nakikita nila haha siguro dahil hindi sila sanay na naka ganun ako, haha nkakatawa pero naman kailangan may bago sa sarili db, pero kung iisnabin lang ako maige ng wag mag lipstik hahaha &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LOSER&lt;/span&gt; ako &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;LOSER&lt;/span&gt; LOL!! teka masakit yun ah hndi ako LOSER isa LNg akong baliw Ooh yea pero wag ka blooming daw ako sabi ni DR. BARON ooh yea &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bLOOMING&lt;/span&gt; dahil hindi ako pinansin haha dinamdam ko naman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7073891500521908578-3703990859297588036?l=frustration-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/feeds/3703990859297588036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073891500521908578&amp;postID=3703990859297588036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/3703990859297588036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/3703990859297588036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/2008/07/redlipistik.html' title='REDLIPISTIK!'/><author><name>brattyeynah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659843175027978987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sdds5kwzb6I/AAAAAAAAADs/s_8siFdQyGc/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SHCYQN8dEFI/AAAAAAAAACc/y2okRCJ5giI/s72-c/Vanity+strikEs12545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073891500521908578.post-2901874207065159011</id><published>2008-07-04T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T05:48:08.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ayoko pumasok!</title><content type='html'>hindi ko alam anong meron ngayon at lahat kami ay may sapi ng katamaran, dalawang araw na kong hindi napasok, andito lng naman ako sa bahay kaya hindi yun lakwatsya! wag kang magulo at alam ng nanay ko na hindi ako pumasok kaya lang ang sabi ko wala talaga kming pasok. dahil sa tingin ko mabubugahan lang nya ko ng apoy pag sinbi ko na ayoko pumasok at tinatamad ako humanda ka! haha kahapon bumili ako ng school shoes dahil ayaw akong papasukin sa school dhil hndi daw close shoes ang spatos ko ang dami nilang arte ngayon ang dami nlng pinag babawal mga useless din naman kc una pinalitan nila ang uniform  namin, pangalawa ang skinny jeans (wala naman akong pakialam dun dahil hndi ako nag susuot kaso yung mga tropa ko ganun lahat ang pantalon) panagtlo tight fitting shirt haha muka nila! pang apat colored hair kmusta naman ang kulay ng buhok namin kaya sa tuwing papasok kmi ng school nasisita kmi nakakasawa na bigla nalang silang nag baba ng memo na walang pasabi. so ayun nga bumili ako ng sapatos kahapin napagod na kmi ng nanay ko wala kming makita na kasya sakin hahaha may nikita ako tatlong libo naman binili ko na kesa wala akong suotin db grabe major pag titipid nanaman ako&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7073891500521908578-2901874207065159011?l=frustration-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/feeds/2901874207065159011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073891500521908578&amp;postID=2901874207065159011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/2901874207065159011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/2901874207065159011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/2008/07/ayoko-pumasok.html' title='ayoko pumasok!'/><author><name>brattyeynah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659843175027978987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sdds5kwzb6I/AAAAAAAAADs/s_8siFdQyGc/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073891500521908578.post-2681743597033215224</id><published>2008-06-27T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:25:05.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smart wednesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SGUiHqUz40I/AAAAAAAAACM/GuPydcNuy6Y/s1600-h/Vanity+strikEs12487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216613258394592066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SGUiHqUz40I/AAAAAAAAACM/GuPydcNuy6Y/s320/Vanity+strikEs12487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;may kagaguhan kaming ginawa nung myerkules &gt; tama ba ang spelling ko!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hindi kami pumasok ng 2 subject at nag gala kami, imbis na inaasikaso namin ang tittle namin sa thesis nag gala nalang kami, sinamahan namin si baba sa sm dahil sa smart money nya lintek na yun ubod sa tagal at naku nagutom kmi hahaha gusto na namin kainin ng buhay si bebei kaso wag nalang para na kming kumain ng laman lupa, habang nag lalakad nakasalubong namin si irene :) ang tropa namin japanese oohh yea at hndi namin alam habang kausap namin si irene nakita kmi ng prof na inabsintan namin oha, kaya kanina nung nka salubong namin sya sbi nya "i saw you guys sa sm" todo tangi pa kming mga singungaling haha gulay Loko eh no &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7073891500521908578-2681743597033215224?l=frustration-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/feeds/2681743597033215224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073891500521908578&amp;postID=2681743597033215224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/2681743597033215224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/2681743597033215224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/2008/06/smart-wednesday.html' title='smart wednesday!'/><author><name>brattyeynah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659843175027978987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sdds5kwzb6I/AAAAAAAAADs/s_8siFdQyGc/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SGUiHqUz40I/AAAAAAAAACM/GuPydcNuy6Y/s72-c/Vanity+strikEs12487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073891500521908578.post-4784478103692889391</id><published>2008-06-24T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T19:10:26.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play boyz</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ang mga babae hindi yan bulag, lalong hindi manhid o tanga&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Malakas ang pakiramdam&lt;/strong&gt; ng mga babae at daig pa nila ang pinakamagaling na manghuhula kung hulaan rin lang kung sino ba talaga ang PLAYBOY sa mga lalake na ito. Ang mga playboy natural napakadaming GIRLS sa buhay nila. Kung ilan kayo o pang ilan kayo sa buhay nila eh hindi na mahalaga. Eh bakit nga ba nagkakagusto ang mga babae sa playboy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. masarap magmahal ang playboy -Bukod sa mabulaklak ang dila ng mga playboy, todo din ang effort nyan para lang mapasagot ka. Kung may Visa papunta sa buwan sigurado dadalhin ka nya doon. At kung kayang bilhin ang mga bituin, malamang naubos na ang mga tala sa kalangitan dahil lahat yan ay ibibigay nila sau, hahahahaha!! SAPUL KA BA???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. iba ang yabang factor ng mga playboy -Likas na siguro sa playboy ang ma-angas. Sabi ng ilang mga babae na kaibigan ko iba ang dating ng mga guys na maangas. . Parang may kakaiba sa kanila, parang sobrang challenging ang personality. Just imagine ang pinakamaangas sa campus sinusuyo ka, iba ang dating! Kaya kung ma-angas ang look mo boy pero gagawin mo lahat para mapasagot ang isang girl, YOU'RE THE MAN! MAY WEAKNESS KA DIN PALA BWAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Masarap makitang magbago ang playboy para sa'yo. Yung tipong sasabihin nya sa'yo na "alam mo dati gago ako pero nung nakilala kita nakita ko na ang dahilan para magbago", o kaya naman "alam mo ikaw lang ang nakapagpatino sa'kin ng ganito". NAKS! BEST ACTOR!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7073891500521908578-4784478103692889391?l=frustration-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/feeds/4784478103692889391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073891500521908578&amp;postID=4784478103692889391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/4784478103692889391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/4784478103692889391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/2008/06/play-boyz.html' title='Play boyz'/><author><name>brattyeynah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659843175027978987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sdds5kwzb6I/AAAAAAAAADs/s_8siFdQyGc/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073891500521908578.post-1676037530276213706</id><published>2008-06-24T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T09:41:51.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reason's why soME girls dont have Bf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;SINGLE: Minsan ayos lang maging SINGLE kase free na free ka gawin kung ano ang gusto mo o kaya makakapunta ka kung saan mo gusto pumunta pero kung minsan,. lalo na't malamig ang hangin o kya maganda ung view, magwiwish ka na sana may yumayakap sa'yo, hahalikan ka sa noo at tititignan ka ng parang ikaw na ata ang pinakamagandang babae sa buong mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*kaya heto, susubukan ko bilangin ang mga dahilan kung bakit single pa tayo. Gaano katagal na ba tayo walang nagiging boyfriend/girlfriend? tingnan natin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1) MASYADONG INDEPENDENT - baka naman masyado mo napoproject na kaya mong mabuhay ng wala silang lahat, ayan tuloy parang hindi nila maramdaman na kailangan mo rin sila kaya dun na lang sila sa taong tingin nila ay magkakaron sila ng silbi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2) MATAAS ANG STANDARDS - siguro hindi na natanggal sa isip mo ung pangarap mo nung bata ka pa. aba, kelangan mo na gumising sa katotohanan na walang ideal guy. ok cge, kung makita mo nga ung hinahanap mo na gwapong matalino na mayaman na mabait pero nung nakasama mo naman eh nakita mo hindi pala siya madalas maligo, mahiyain mag-toothbrush kaya naman sobrang bad breath niya sa umaga, puro barya ang mga hita at binti o kaya naman daig pa ang tambucho sa lakas manigarilyo, may nakausli na "pang labing-isang" daliri sa kamay at NAKAPANGINGILABOT NA BALAT dahil madami siyang AN-AN SA kanyang LIKOD NA PARA BANG MAPA NG CEBU... oh eh di turn-off ka na? kung lahat ng tao ay katulad mo na mataas ang standards, malamang wala ng magboboyfriend at maggirlfriend ngaun puro friends na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3) UBOD KA NG KASUNGITAN - maski naman kahit sino hindi masarap lapitan at kausapin ang taong mukhang nangangain ng tao tapos liligawan pa? dapat kc kahit konti maging approachable ka naman para kahit na hindi ka kagandahan, madidiskubre niya na masarap ka palang kausap at masaya kang kasama. (^^,)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4) MASAMA ANG UGALI - kung papipiliin ako kung sa masungit o sa masama ang ugali... dun na ko sa masungit! ang masungit kc, hindi likas na itim ang budhi nyan, may taglay na istorya sa likod ng simangot niya. sabihan mo lang yan ng 'peek-a-boo' BAKA ngitian ka na. ibang istorya na kase ang masama ang ugali dahil mula pa yang ugali na yan sa kaibuturan ng kanyang mga balunbalunan. sa una  mabait, pero madidiskubre mo na parang trapo ang tao kung tratuhin nito. tsk tsk tsk. pero hindi pa naman huli ang lahat kung kaya mo pa magbago, bigyan mo ng pagkakataon ang sarili mo magbago. magdasal ka kay lord ng mataimtim huh?? *hahahaha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5) NAGKUKULONG SA BAHAY - walang makaka-appreciate sa panloob o panlabas na beauty mo kung nagkukulong ka lang sa bahay. ok nanjan nga ang nanay mo para sabihin na maganda ka pero im sure umay na umay na rin yan sa pagmumukha mo kaya mas maigi kung lumabas ka.. pagkagaling sa office, pwede ka magmall o kya gumimik kasama mga officemates mo, o kaya naman sumali sa mga organization sa simbahan or sa neighborhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6) MUKHA KANG LOSYANG - ito ang kadalasang krimen ng mga single. Hindi ka nagbibigay ng panahon para ayusin ang sarili physically. at bakit pa nga ba e wala ka naman dahilan para mag-ayos, diba? MALI !!! Dapat nga lalo ka mag-ayos para makita ang marketability mo. hindi krimen ang maging vain kahit konti. did u know na ang ratio ng lalaki sa babae ay 4:1? kaya lola, magsimula ka na mag-ayos at baka yung crush mo ay maagaw pa ng mga intrimitida sa paligid mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7) MASYADONG MAGALING - medyo sensitive itong topic na ito dahil nasasagasaan na ang male ego dito eh. oo, may ibang lalake na nabuburaot dahil mas magaling at mas marunong ang babae sa kanila. hindi na natin ito problema dahil malamang insecurity nila ang bumubulong sa kanila pero minsan kase hindi na makatarungan na laging nai-inferior ang lalake. kailangan maramdaman din nila sa iyo na hindi mo sila ia-under the saya if maging girlfriend ka nila. hindi ko rin sinasabi na i-compromise mo ang talents mo, ano bang magagawa ko kung likas na talentadong bata ka pero ang tamang gawin ay wag naman ipagdukdukan na sobrang galing mong tao. wag na wag mong kalimutan na may 2 klaseng yabang dito sa mundo. wag kang mang-intimidate kung ayaw mong ma-intimidate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8) SOBRANG BUSY - alam mo ba ung kantang 'Narda'? ganyan ang mangyayari sa iyo, hanggang kanta na lang ang aabutin ng nagkakagusto sayo dahil maski pagpa-pluck ng kilay mo wala kang time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9) DALA ANG BIGAT NG KAHAPON - may kasabihan nga, "how can u look forward when u keep looking back?" walang mangyayari sa love life mo kung dala mo pa ang kabiguan na dinulot ng nakaraan mo. walang sense ang magpakabitter dahil in the end, lalo ka lang papanget. panget na nga, bitter pa! tsaka wag kang matakot masaktan kung gusto mo magmahal muli. laging kaakibat ng love ang pain dahil hindi ka masasaktan kung hindi ka nagmahal. at isa pa, wag ka ring matakot na kunin ang pagkakataon kung nandiyan na sa harap mo. pano mo malalaman na masarap ang chocolate kung hindi mo titikman? (^^,)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10) MASYADONG-MASYADO!! - masyadong maganda, masyadong matalino, masyadong talented at masyadong mayaman. minsan ito ang mga nagiging factor kung bakit walang gustong manligaw sayo. pero hindi mo naman ito kasalanan diba? katulad din ito ng scenario sa #7. siguro mas maigi kung HUMBLE KA LANG wag mayabang, at imbis na maging hambog, share na lang the blessing. hindi ka lang maganda / matalino / talented / mayaman / mabait pa!! im sure lahat mahuhumaling sayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11) IMBORNAL ANG BUNGANGA MO: naku kalimitang problema ito ng mga TAKLESANG TAO at ng mga masyado nang confident sa sarili nila. Maganda ka nga, mayaman, mabait naman, sweet naman, maganda naman pumorma, Pero pag nagsalita daig pa ung barker ng mga pedicab sa CUBAO eh! Ang lakas mong magmura!! Pinaglihi ka ba sa Nagmumurang Kamatis? Mga words mo pa ang lulupit e... memorize mo na lahat ng mga bastos na salitang Pilipino at mga murang pinoy. Shempre palengkera dating mo nyan dba? Naku lalo pa kung mapanira ka, lalong wag! Matatakot lahat makipag-friends sayo, kahit babae!! Hahaha! Bawas mura kapatid! Instead of saying: Bwaka ng Ina, P*tang ina, P*king Ina!! Say: flowers, candies, rainbows, sheeps, clouds, butterflies and. . .&lt;br /&gt;PUT A LITTLE MORE!! O dba? bumabango na "bibig" nya, yeah! di na "bunganga"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;MINSAN NAMAN SA MGA BABAE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12)  TOO MANY BOYS: Minsan nai-intimidate din ang mga guys pag masyado maraming boys ang nakabakod sa girl. Wala ka ngang boyfriend, pero lagi mo naman prino-project na ang daming lumalandi sayo (na pawang mga superficial lang naman at mukhang walang potential na magbigay ng TRUE LOVE sayo). Pag ganyan palagi ang aura at drama mo, most likely, uurong yung mga boys na may HONEST INTENTIONS sayo at kaya kang mahalin ng todo, kasi natatakot sila na baka ikaw ang di kayang magmahal ng totoo. Alam kasi ng mga boys yan... na kahit kayo na (nakapili ka na ng BF mo), di pa din mawawala ang mga "boys" na nakapaligid sayo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13) ONE OF THE BOYS: Ayan, isa pang problema ng mga gurls... kadalasan, dahil sa sobra namang close sa mga boys, nagmumukha na silang one of the boys, na kung saan sayo shi-ni-share ng mga boys ang kilig at iyak moments nila with other gurls. Ouch! Masakit yun, lalo na pag type mo yung friend mo na guy. Ingat-ingat mahirap kasi pag masyado kang close sa mga boys kasi dumadating ang point na ang tingin nila sayo... MAS MASARAP KANG KAIBIGAN... aray!!! isa pa, parang lalaki na din ang tingin nila sayo... mapapansin mo yan, kapag nag-skirt or nag-spaghetti strap ka, tapos inaasar ka na ng mga friend mo na boys for being "gurl na gurl". kasi ang boys, pag nakakita ng gurl in a sexy dress (tumatahimik yan, at may parang kumukulo sa loob nila)... so pag tinawanan ka, naku, sign na un...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;14) STRICT ANG PARENTS: uhmmm... may two words kami dyan: GOOD LUCK!at eto ang pinakamatindi sa lahat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15) WALA SA GUHIT NG PALAD MO ANG MAGKA-BOYFRIEND OR GIRLFRIEND!! - shiyet ang saklap naman nito kung ganun nga!! hindi porke hindi ka na magkakaroon ng kasintahan ay loser ka na. malamang may nakalaan na plano sayo si GOD kaya gusto niya na wala kang BOYFRIEND OR GIRLFRIEND siguro kaya wala kang kasintahan dahil kailangan ang full attention mo sa pagtulong sa pagtaguyod ng pamilya mo, baka yayaman ka at magiging tagapagmana mo mga pamangkin mo, (EH BAKIT PAMANGKIN PA???! HAHAHA!!) baka kailangan ang full time and support mo sa organization mo.. maraming dahilan eh pero nakakasiguro naman ako na walang bagay na nangyayari sayo na hindi kagustuhan ng nasa itaas. laging may greater purpose kung bakit nangyayari ang nangyayari. kaya kung halimbawang may darating, wag na pakyeme. kung hindi mo type ang lalapit sayo, let it go gracefully dahil mahirap na at baka balikan ka ng karma. kung nandyan na, gawin na lang ang best para mag-stay siya sa buhay mo at nang hindi ka na nagtataka pa kung bakit SINGLE ka.  see what i'm sayin??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7073891500521908578-1676037530276213706?l=frustration-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/feeds/1676037530276213706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073891500521908578&amp;postID=1676037530276213706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/1676037530276213706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/1676037530276213706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/2008/06/reasons-why-some-girls-dont-have-bf.html' title='reason&apos;s why soME girls dont have Bf'/><author><name>brattyeynah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659843175027978987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sdds5kwzb6I/AAAAAAAAADs/s_8siFdQyGc/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073891500521908578.post-2545990016203586761</id><published>2008-06-20T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T09:41:51.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG time</title><content type='html'>isang linggo na nag umpisa ang class namin, akala ko "BIG TIME BIDA" kami salamat at nabaling ang attention nila sa amerkanong ka-kors namin, medyo CULTURE shock ang kano dahil bigla biglang nag bago ang kanyang kapaligiran, isa syang mailap na tupa oo sa sobrang ilap nya may napipikon na sa knya haha si "shefield" laking america din si shefield kaso nga lang marunong mag tagalog at marunong kamihalubilo, etong bagong salta sa school namin beh hindi HINDI naman gwapo! pero lahat naman ng bagay may panahon, unti unti din yan magiging ok at makikipag usap na, malaking pasasalamat sa kanya ng tropa dahil sa kanya nbaling yung attention na dapat ay sa amin at kahit papano naranasan namin maging ordinaryong estudyante hahaha, nag 1st quiz na kami sa COGNITIVE psychology, tungkol sa utak madali na sana nung nag liparan lahat ng pinag aralan ko ng nakita ko yung mga "TAONG YUNGIB!" si bebei kc walang humpay sa kakatawa kaya ayun nag liparan at nag si takasan na ang mga pinag aralan ko, kaya iilan lng ang sigurado kong tama nanisi ako hahahahaha, ready naman tlga ako sa quiz namin eh, kulang lang talaga ako sa consentrasyon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7073891500521908578-2545990016203586761?l=frustration-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/feeds/2545990016203586761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073891500521908578&amp;postID=2545990016203586761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/2545990016203586761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/2545990016203586761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-time.html' title='BIG time'/><author><name>brattyeynah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659843175027978987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sdds5kwzb6I/AAAAAAAAADs/s_8siFdQyGc/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073891500521908578.post-535352252886289552</id><published>2008-06-15T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T09:42:03.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate monday's</title><content type='html'>may pasok na mamaya, at mukang regular class na. "BIG TIME BIDA" nanaman kami nito kay Dr. Baron, hindi nyo naitatanong eh paborito kami nun OO paborito kaming PAGALITAN, PARINGAN, at GAWING EXAMPLEm segways nya sa lecture, kami nila tania, bebei, sheryl si norman nag bagong buhay na daw pero maniwala kayo dyn kay norman! hindi totoo yang pinag gagawa nyan haha, sa class namin kmi yung mga ate at kuya kasi kami yung hindi angkop ang edad haha matanda kmi ng 2 taon sa mga clasmate namin pero kami pa yung mukang BATA lol joke lang, palibhasa mga sira ulo kaya nag kasundo sundo kaming 5 nagyon parang 4 nalang kmi wala na ata si norman nasa regular na mundo na. So mamaya na ang pag hahatol sa unang araw ng regular class actually last week pa nag umpisa ang clase namin pero nagyon monday palang kmi ppsok kaya kami ang "BIG TIME BIDA" nung friday lang kc kami naka pag enrol kaya ayun, haha may mga reports at assignments na nga sila eh, excited ang mga prof namin haha, nakikita ko na ang mga reaction ng mga prof waaa gusto kong mag tago sa likod haha, pero kahit naman mga cra ulo kami alam namin kung kelang mag seryoso no, hindi all the time puro saya at kalokohan lng kami., oha bumawi inangat ang bandera ng mga baliw.. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7073891500521908578-535352252886289552?l=frustration-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/feeds/535352252886289552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073891500521908578&amp;postID=535352252886289552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/535352252886289552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/535352252886289552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-hate-mondays.html' title='i hate monday&apos;s'/><author><name>brattyeynah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659843175027978987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sdds5kwzb6I/AAAAAAAAADs/s_8siFdQyGc/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073891500521908578.post-559015483756998807</id><published>2008-06-13T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:02:25.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life saver</title><content type='html'>tss kakasabi ko palang na mag didiet ako ng bonggang bongga bigla nalang nag welga ang mga alaga ko sa tyan, tsss hindi ako kumain ng dinner kanina inuumpisahan ko na kasi ang bonggang diet at nilibre kami ni bebei kanina sa burger king busog na busog kami dahil libre haha, tanong sa akin sa bahay "bakit hindi ka kakain ng dinner?" hindi ko lang masabi kay mama na "ma gusto ko ng mag ka boyfriend!!!" at baka tambuin lang ako nun haha, sayang favorite ko pa naman ang ulam adobong sitaw aww.  12:30am nang hindi makisama ang mga alaga ko sa tyan nakakainis naman itutulog ko nalang sana kaso natatalo ng kagutuman ang antok ko haha kaya bumaba ako sa hagdan papuntang kitchen dahan dahan pa ko baka magising ang tita ko, nag bubugkal na ko sa lamesa ng may nag salita "NAGUGUTOM KA NO?" nang aasar pa si tita hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SFKnnqvHlUI/AAAAAAAAACE/secOp159IXo/s1600-h/Vanity+strikEs12400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SFKnnqvHlUI/AAAAAAAAACE/secOp159IXo/s320/Vanity+strikEs12400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211412018749740354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tinapay ang sagot sa kagutuman ni JONAH&lt;br /&gt;tinapayyyyyy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7073891500521908578-559015483756998807?l=frustration-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/feeds/559015483756998807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073891500521908578&amp;postID=559015483756998807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/559015483756998807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/559015483756998807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-saver.html' title='life saver'/><author><name>brattyeynah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659843175027978987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sdds5kwzb6I/AAAAAAAAADs/s_8siFdQyGc/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SFKnnqvHlUI/AAAAAAAAACE/secOp159IXo/s72-c/Vanity+strikEs12400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073891500521908578.post-6389440311655386958</id><published>2008-06-13T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T08:44:38.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dream Guy turns NIGHTMARE</title><content type='html'>naisip ko lang bakit wala pa akong boyfriend ngayon? hello!? mag 21 na kya ako pero wala pa kong boyfriend , pero ok lng mas masaya ang buhay single db? agree? agree? naasar ako kanina habang nasa sm kami nila sheryl at bebei ang daming gwapo pero mga bading o kaya taken na! haha kapal ko din mag hanap ng bf na gwapo no? hanggang pag sakay namin sa bus pauwi may mga lovers naisip ko nang aasar ata ang tadhana! kaylangan ko na mag diet para mag ka boyfriend ako oo matinding pag didiet ang gagawin ko! haha pag dating ko sa bahay dumeretcho ako sa kwarto ko masama ang loob ko bwisit kasing mag boboyfriend yan! nag pakita pa sila sa akin hahahaha kaya eto may nabuong kalokohan sa isip ko.... &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eto ang lumabas sa isip ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SFKUE_j5K3I/AAAAAAAAABA/MY5AGuDFcPs/s1600-h/botfrend.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211390532323453810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SFKUE_j5K3I/AAAAAAAAABA/MY5AGuDFcPs/s320/botfrend.JPG" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;yan ang aking dream guy hindi ako magaling mag drowing kaya ayan ang lumabas mukang may kailangan ipagawa kay vicky belo at calayan, haha cge pag fiestahan nyo ang drowing ko haha pwede yan sa clinical psychology,  naisip ko habang dnodrowing ko yan sana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"singkit"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"maganda ang buhok"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"matangkad" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"matangos na ilong" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"naka sapatos"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"my belt"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at kung ano ano pa! haha nung nakita ko yung kinalabasan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMGWAAAAD isang impakto! haha at isang ILUSYON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha pero matagal ko na din dinadasal na may dumating na &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who ever he is welcome na welcome  yun haha pero sana naman may sumakto sa gusto ko (mapilit pa din)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7073891500521908578-6389440311655386958?l=frustration-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/feeds/6389440311655386958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073891500521908578&amp;postID=6389440311655386958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/6389440311655386958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/6389440311655386958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/2008/06/dream-guy-turns-nightmare.html' title='dream Guy turns NIGHTMARE'/><author><name>brattyeynah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659843175027978987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sdds5kwzb6I/AAAAAAAAADs/s_8siFdQyGc/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SFKUE_j5K3I/AAAAAAAAABA/MY5AGuDFcPs/s72-c/botfrend.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073891500521908578.post-2018369279097149312</id><published>2008-05-05T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:01:37.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What City Do You Belong In?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; You Belong in Rome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SB_JRFmLbtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/56oQlwRuXpk/s1600-h/rome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197093790406110930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SB_JRFmLbtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/56oQlwRuXpk/s320/rome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; You're a big city soul with a small town heartWhich is why you're attracted to the romance of RomeStrolling down picture perfect streets, cappuccino in handAnd gorgeous Italian people - could life get any better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7073891500521908578-2018369279097149312?l=frustration-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/feeds/2018369279097149312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073891500521908578&amp;postID=2018369279097149312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/2018369279097149312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/2018369279097149312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-city-do-you-belong-in.html' title='What City Do You Belong In?'/><author><name>brattyeynah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659843175027978987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sdds5kwzb6I/AAAAAAAAADs/s_8siFdQyGc/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SB_JRFmLbtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/56oQlwRuXpk/s72-c/rome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073891500521908578.post-7927189481722394820</id><published>2008-05-04T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:07:07.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ME sick!!!</title><content type='html'>i woke up late today, I've been lazy because I'm not feeling well since last April 23 my stomach became wild lol, yea its been 2 weeks already i didn't take any medicine, lol i thought it was ok or normal coz i ate alot of food that time but now i realize that its not, my auntie told me to change my drinking water and ate more banana, so my mom bought it for me, i cant sleep last night so i watched some Korean telenovela it was really hilarious thank God they have subtitles so that i can understand. I'm going to continue it later, its ok coz its summer i can stay up late =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7073891500521908578-7927189481722394820?l=frustration-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/feeds/7927189481722394820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073891500521908578&amp;postID=7927189481722394820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/7927189481722394820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/7927189481722394820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/2008/05/me-sick.html' title='ME sick!!!'/><author><name>brattyeynah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659843175027978987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sdds5kwzb6I/AAAAAAAAADs/s_8siFdQyGc/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073891500521908578.post-4343969184317133587</id><published>2008-05-04T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T06:59:52.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>impression i make</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SB2-1VmLbrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5pKxCPAHI6E/s1600-h/impression-2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196519368595041970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SB2-1VmLbrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5pKxCPAHI6E/s320/impression-2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What Kind of First Impression Do You Make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You probably are making a much better impression than you realize.Social situations can be a bit awkward for you at times, and you tend to over think what you say and do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you make a social faux pas, you remember it a lot longer than anyone else does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just relax and do your best. There are little things you can do to improve your social image.Express more of an interest in the people around you, and be a good listener.The secret of fascinating people is that they find everyone else fascinating! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ME says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its true i dont like going out and talking to people who's totally stranger for me, if I'm in a social gathering or party i dont really know what to act or say to them its really bothering me. well im doing all my best just to face my fears =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7073891500521908578-4343969184317133587?l=frustration-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/feeds/4343969184317133587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073891500521908578&amp;postID=4343969184317133587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/4343969184317133587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/4343969184317133587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/2008/05/impression-i-make.html' title='impression i make'/><author><name>brattyeynah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659843175027978987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sdds5kwzb6I/AAAAAAAAADs/s_8siFdQyGc/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/SB2-1VmLbrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5pKxCPAHI6E/s72-c/impression-2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073891500521908578.post-1608960374583810641</id><published>2008-04-11T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:59:59.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADD and ADHD</title><content type='html'>Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) is a biological, brain based condition that is characterized by poor attention and distractibility and/or hyperactive and impulsive behaviors. It is one of the most common mental disorders that develop in children. Symptoms can continue into adolescence and adulthood. If left untreated, ADHD can lead to poor school/work performance, poor social relationships and a general feeling of low self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exact cause of ADHD has not been determined, however the condition is thought to have a genetic and biological component. ADHD tends to occur among family members. Many research studies currently focus on identifying which genes, or combination of genes, may cause a person to be more susceptible to ADHD. Physical differences in parts of the brain are also thought to be linked to ADHD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering about the differences between ADD and ADHD? ADD or attention deficit disorder is a general term frequently used to describe individuals that have attention deficit hyperactivity disorder without the hyperactive and impulsive behaviors. The terms are often used interchangeably for both those who &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; and those who &lt;i&gt;do not&lt;/i&gt; have symptoms of hyperactivity and impulsiveness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7073891500521908578-1608960374583810641?l=frustration-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/feeds/1608960374583810641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073891500521908578&amp;postID=1608960374583810641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/1608960374583810641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/1608960374583810641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/2008/04/add-and-adhd.html' title='ADD and ADHD'/><author><name>brattyeynah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659843175027978987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sdds5kwzb6I/AAAAAAAAADs/s_8siFdQyGc/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073891500521908578.post-2430341401030795948</id><published>2008-03-17T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T09:13:29.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Man's Secret Fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A lot of guys try to give the impression that they're calm and cool, that they can handle the pressure, that they think worrying is for wimps. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the sad part is, the women in their lives sometimes buy this act, or even encourage it. Heck, if he isn't worried, they can feel calmer, too. Maybe you buy the act because the only time you see emotion in your man is when he's watching the first round of March Madness, and his bracket is about to go down in flames. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or maybe it's because the only time you've seen him sweat was when he had to wear a suit to an August wedding. Or maybe it's because the last time you asked him, "Aren't you worried?" he responded with a dismissive, "Nah." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While men pretend that they're wired with steel cable, not nerves, they have their shakedown moments, too. Here are some of the biggest worries that can weigh on a guy's mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;That He's Going to Lose His Hair&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I know it seems surface-level to worry about such a vanity issue as baldness, but lots of guys equate follicle failure as a failure in masculinity, as well. Oh, we know it's not true - that hair loss has nothing to do with how funny, smart, or good a guy is. But knowing is a heck of a lot different than feeling. Pluck a lion's mane sometime, and see if he purrs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;That He's Going Broke&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;Economic shocks (like the one we're in right now) worry guys for lots of reasons: Your man probably feels like one of his largest charges in life is to be able to provide comfortably for his family. While money and job problems have their own tangible effects, they can also undermine the way he sees himself as a man. So if he's a little freaky around the checkbook, it's because his bank balance is closely tied to his emotional balance. A &lt;a href="http://www.menshealth.com/yahoo/carmen1.html"&gt;simple four-step plan for your savings like this one&lt;/a&gt; can ease his fears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;That He'll Have One Cheeseburger Too Many&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;Millions and millions of guys worry about their health - more, of course, as they get older. The one killer that really makes us think: the heart attack. One minute you're watching Simpson reruns; the next minute you're staring at the ceiling of an ambulance. Because we've read too many stories or known too many people who checked out earlier than they should have, the threat is always lingering - in our bodies as well as our minds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;That He'll be Called Out in Public &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some of us are thick-skinned when it comes to taking criticism from bosses, spouses, and every other kind of critic. And some of us have skin thinner than a Spring Break T-shirt. But none of us like getting called out or picked on in front of a crowd. It's not that we can't take the criticism, or can't think of a comeback, or can't accept the fact that we're imperfect. It's that public attack forces us to counter-attack or retreat - both of which have their downsides. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;That His Kid Won't Make the Free Throw&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;Granted, a guy is going to worry a heck of a lot more about the big things when it comes to parenting - that junior wears a helmet when he rides his skateboard, that he does well in school, and that he thinks drugs are for losers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But want to see a guy's heart pump? Put his kid on the field, court, or dance floor. He's pulling hard for his gene-carrier to do well - not because he wants to live vicariously through them (as most people assume), but because he wants to see their smiles and their fist pumps. It's because happiness is directly correlated to theirs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That He'll Fail to Perform in the Clutch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When a man can't rise to the occasion he feels about as useful as a '63 Oldsmobile with rusted spark plugs. But before you put him up on blocks, reassure him that more than one in ten will have trouble with erectile dysfunction at some point in their lives, and the other 9 guys out of 10  have good reason to be concerned as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7073891500521908578-2430341401030795948?l=frustration-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/feeds/2430341401030795948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073891500521908578&amp;postID=2430341401030795948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/2430341401030795948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/2430341401030795948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/2008/03/your-mans-secret-fears.html' title='Your Man&apos;s Secret Fears'/><author><name>brattyeynah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659843175027978987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sdds5kwzb6I/AAAAAAAAADs/s_8siFdQyGc/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073891500521908578.post-6907544576271884552</id><published>2008-03-15T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T21:15:09.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frustration tolerance</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen someone get angry at a computer when it       froze and would not function? How did they behave? Every new technology seems to bring     with it a certain amount of frustration, particularly for those with low frustration     tolerance.&lt;p&gt;Frustration tolerance refers to the quality of a person's performance on a     task or during information processing when frustration occurs. When a person becomes very     frustrated, the frustration can interfere with the performance of the task. Those with     high tolerance are not as easily frustrated. Frustration tolerance can be measured with     the Picture-Frustration Study by Rosenzweig. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Little research has been done on this trait. It has been found that high frustration students have difficulty with trial and error situations in which they receive little guidance from the instructor. One approach is to start out by giving the learner easy problems to solve and providing lots of  feedback, and then once success occurs, gradually increasing the difficulty level and reducing the guidance.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;The technology involved in distance learning may be frustrating to students at first,     especially when the technology does not work the way it's supposed to. By helping students     to troubleshoot and solve the problem, you can reduce their frustration levels. Another     tactic is to discuss at the first class how the technology works, what might go wrong, and     what to do if something goes wrong. When students know what to expect or understand why     something is happening, their frustration will diminish.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;The delayed response involved in asynchronous communication may also lead to     frustration if students are waiting a long time for feedback. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Distance learning students who succeed have been shown in some studies to be both     self-confident and persistent. It is possible that they also have a high tolerance for     frustration.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7073891500521908578-6907544576271884552?l=frustration-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/feeds/6907544576271884552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073891500521908578&amp;postID=6907544576271884552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/6907544576271884552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/6907544576271884552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/2008/03/frustration-tolerance.html' title='frustration tolerance'/><author><name>brattyeynah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659843175027978987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sdds5kwzb6I/AAAAAAAAADs/s_8siFdQyGc/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073891500521908578.post-4945511605394749578</id><published>2008-02-02T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T08:22:24.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;what is personality?? i'll help you solve it =] uhm personality is the totality of ones phisical or inherited attributes as well as those psychological factors that determine one's characteristic behavior, persnality is also unique in the sense that how totality is also arranged in an individual is what set him apart from rest =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7073891500521908578-4945511605394749578?l=frustration-level.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/feeds/4945511605394749578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073891500521908578&amp;postID=4945511605394749578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/4945511605394749578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073891500521908578/posts/default/4945511605394749578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustration-level.blogspot.com/2008/02/personality.html' title='personality'/><author><name>brattyeynah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06659843175027978987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUEeKPt90GQ/Sdds5kwzb6I/AAAAAAAAADs/s_8siFdQyGc/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
