<?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-28913819</id><updated>2011-08-16T03:13:23.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pocket fuzz</title><subtitle type='html'>the new adventures of that boy from sunog apog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-2574608637268968960</id><published>2008-09-13T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T12:51:19.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/SMwZrfjBILI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vmn9HYOK7lI/s1600-h/comics.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/SMwZrfjBILI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vmn9HYOK7lI/s400/comics.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245595900973228210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-2574608637268968960?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/2574608637268968960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=2574608637268968960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/2574608637268968960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/2574608637268968960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/SMwZrfjBILI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vmn9HYOK7lI/s72-c/comics.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-2731517683676090116</id><published>2008-03-01T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T15:24:16.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>here is my dillema.&lt;br /&gt;a cross road of sort.&lt;br /&gt;would you stick to a (sort of) sucky job that pays well?&lt;br /&gt;or would you rather have the job you like that has a (sort of) sucky pay?&lt;br /&gt;cheese and effing fries man.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it sucks thinking that the reason you are working is for the chi-ching! $$$&lt;br /&gt;nothing wrong with it, because money do make the world go round. i would be a hipocrite if i say that i am not enjoying the perks of having a few extra bucks in the pocket but some times it does not feel right that your only motivation to go is to get that extra cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leap and the net will appear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-2731517683676090116?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/2731517683676090116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=2731517683676090116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/2731517683676090116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/2731517683676090116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2008/03/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-4551390153240931685</id><published>2008-01-30T13:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T13:37:21.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a bloody valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/R6DsmYsYPbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/k3xQjUc0F30/s1600-h/bloody+valentines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161385317174361522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/R6DsmYsYPbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/k3xQjUc0F30/s400/bloody+valentines.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; originally from spin magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Bloody ValentineBy: Dana A. Shapiro&lt;br /&gt;January 30, 2008&lt;br /&gt;A breakup letter composed of lyrics from 69 breakup songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear __________,&lt;br /&gt;Your picture is still on my wall. A little black cloud in a dress, with your chrome heart shining in the sun -- so pretty when you're unfaithful to me. You don't look different but you have changed.&lt;br /&gt;It's coming on Christmas. They're cutting down trees, they're putting up reindeer. It's so cold in this house. I can't stand the rain against my window. The bed's too big without you. I'll be sleeping with the television on, talking to the shadows from one o'clock till four, thinking how it used to be. It's a desperate situation. All I perceive is wasted and broken. Yeah, we still go to dinner sometimes, but we don't sneak a kiss when the waitress turns around. I've been forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;You don't love me and I know now. Nothing hurts like someone who knows everything about you leaving you behind.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's high on consolation. Who would've thought that a boy like me could come to this? I go walkin' after midnight, doing anything just to get you off of my mind. Confidentially, I never had much pride. But now I rock a bar stool and I drink for two. And then the jukebox plays a song I used to know:&lt;br /&gt;"I used to fart under the covers and she'd just laugh.She even cleaned my balls when we would take a bath."&lt;br /&gt;There's always something there to remind me. I saw two shooting stars last night -- I wished on them but they were only satellites. Is it wrong to wish on space hardware? It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time. Did you stand by me? No, not at all. Tell me, where did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit. Don't speak. Shut up, 'cause I know all about it. You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin'. Heard it from a friend who heard it from a friend who heard it from another you been messin' around. Your cheatin' heart, headed for the cheatin' side of town. Kind of evil make me wanna grab my submachine.&lt;br /&gt;You thought you could keep this shit from me? Into the arms of Mr. Rebound -- that alley-cat-coat-wearin' crumbcake, like a matador with his pork sword. You swallow his kids? Lookee here, honey -- you don't need to be coy. Why'd ya do it? What'cha gonna say now? Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me you was gonna do. That's what I thought -- you're pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was as mellow as, for instance, Jackson Browne, but "Fountain of Sorrow" my ass, motherfucker. I've lost my equilibrium, my car keys, and my pride. There's only so much wine you can drink in one life, but it will never be enough to save you from the bottom of your glass. I'm glad that you're sorry, but it's too late, baby, now it's too late. Cry me a river. Here's a quarter, call someone who cares.&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Give me my money back, you bitch. And don't forget to give me back my black T-shirt. Take my picture off the wall. Give back my TV. I don't wanna walk around with you. I don't like a thing about your mother and I hate your daddy's guts too. You can tell your dog to bite my leg. I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes -- you'd know what a drag it is to see you. You're just...a fuck. I can't explain it 'cause I think you suck. I'm taking pride in telling you to fuck off and die. Die, die, my darling. Just shut your pretty mouth. Don't call me anymore. And the next time your ass gets horny, go fuck one of your funky-ass friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'd show you everywhere you're wrong but I'm never talking to you again. If the phone doesn't ring, you'll know that it's me.&lt;br /&gt;Loveless,&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;SONG INDEX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. "Your picture is still on my wall" (Daniel Johnston, "Some Things Last a Long Time") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. "A little black cloud in a dress" (Billy Bragg, "Must I Paint You a Picture") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. "With your chrome heart shining in the sun" (Neil Young, "Long May You Run") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. "So pretty when you're unfaithful to me" (Pixies, "Bone Machine") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. "You don't look different but you have changed" (the Beatles, "I'm Looking Through You") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. "It's coming on Christmas. They're cutting down trees, they're putting up reindeer" (Joni Mitchell, "River") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. "It's so cold in this house" (Bloc Party, "Like Eating Glass") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. "I can't stand the rain against my window" (Ann Peebles, "I Can't Stand the Rain") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. "The bed's too big without you" (the Police, "The Bed's Too Big Without You") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. "I'll be sleeping with the television on" (Billy Joel, "Sleeping With the Television On") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. "Talking to the shadows from one o'clock 'til four" (Sarah Vaughan, Peggy Lee, Tricky, et al., "Black Coffee") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. "Thinking how it used to be" (Led Zeppelin, "Tangerine") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. "It's a desperate situation" (Marvin Gaye, "It's a Desperate Situation") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. "All I perceive is wasted and broken" (Neutral Milk Hotel, "Where You'll Find Me Now") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. "Yeah, we still go to dinner sometimes, but we don't sneak a kiss when the waitress turns around" (Bright Eyes, "It's Cool, We Can Still Be Friends") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. "I've been forgotten" (Bobby Vinton, "Mr. Lonely") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. "You don't love me and I know now" (Dawn Penn, "You Don't Love Me [No, No, No]") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. "Nothing hurts like someone who knows everything about you leaving you behind" (Eels, "Last Time We Spoke") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. "Everybody's high on consolation" (Hall &amp;amp; Oates, "She's Gone") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. "Who would've thought that a boy like me could come to this?" (Cutting Crew, "[I Just] Died in Your Arms") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. "I go walkin' after midnight" (Patsy Cline, "Walkin' After Midnight") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. "Doing anything just to get you off of my mind" (Player, "Baby Come Back") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. "Confidentially, I never had much pride. But now I rock a bar stool and I drink for two" (They Might Be Giants, "Lucky Ball and Chain") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. "And then the jukebox plays a song I used to know" (the Greg Kihn Band, "The Break-Up Song [They Don't Write 'Em]") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. "I used to fart under the covers and she'd just laugh. She even cleaned my balls when we would take a bath" (Devin the Dude, "She's Gone") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. "There's always something there to remind me" (Naked Eyes, "Always Something There to Remind Me") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. "I saw two shooting stars last night; I wished on them but they were only satellites. Is it wrong to wish on space hardware?" (Billy Bragg, "A New England") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. "It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time" (Green Day, "Good Riddance [Time of Your Life]") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. "Did you stand by me? No, not at all" (the Clash, "Train in Vain") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. "Tell me, where did you sleep last night?" (Lead Belly, Bill Monroe, Nirvana, et al., "Where Did You Sleep Last Night") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. "Oh shit" (Buzzcocks, "Oh Shit") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. "Don't speak" (No Doubt, "Don't Speak") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. "Shut up" (Sunset Rubdown, "Shut Up, I'm Dreaming of Places Where Lovers Have Wings") 34. "'Cause I know all about it" (John Lee Hooker, "No Substitute") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. "You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin'" (Nancy Sinatra, "These Boots Are Made for Walking") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. "Heard it from a friend who heard it from a friend who heard it from another you been messin' around" (REO Speedwagon, "Take It on the Run") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. "Your cheatin' heart" (Hank Williams, "Your Cheatin' Heart") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. "Headed for the cheatin' side of town" (the Eagles, "Lyin' Eyes") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. "Kind of evil make me wanna grab my submachine" (Johnny Cash, "Delia's Gone") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. "You thought you could keep this shit from me?" (Eamon, "Fuck It [I Don't Want You Back]") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. "Into the arms of Mr. Rebound" (Richard Thompson, "Mr. Rebound") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. "That alley-cat-coat-wearin'…crumbcake" (Oran "Juice" Jones, "The Rain") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. "Like a matador with his pork sword" (Elvis Costello, "I Hope You're Happy Now") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. "You swallow his kids?" (Ghostface Killah, feat. Ne-Yo, "Back Like That") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45. "Lookee here, honey" (Son House, "I Ain't Gonna Cry No More") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46. "You don't need to be coy" (Paul Simon, "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47. "Why'd ya do it?" (Marianne Faithfull, "Why'd Ya Do It") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48. "What'cha gonna say now?" (the Magic Numbers, "Forever Lost") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49. "Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me you was gonna do. That's what I thought -- you're pitiful" (Eminem, "Go to Sleep") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50. "I wish I was as mellow as, for instance, Jackson Browne, but 'Fountain of Sorrow' my ass, motherfucker" (Tonio K., "H-A-T-R-E-D") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;51. "I've lost my equilibrium, my car keys and my pride" (Tom Waits, "The One That Got Away") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;52. "There's only so much wine you can drink in one life, but it will never be enough to save you from the bottom of your glass" (the Handsome Family, "So Much Wine") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;53. "I'm glad that you're sorry" (Connie Francis, "Who's Sorry Now") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;54. "But it's too late, baby, now it's too late" (Carole King, "It's Too Late") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;55. "Cry me a river" (Justin Timberlake, "Cry Me a River") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;56. "Here's a quarter, call someone who cares" (Travis Tritt, "Here's a Quarter, (Call Someone Who Cares)") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;57. "Wait" (White Lion "Wait") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;58. "Give me my money back, you bitch.… And don't forget to give me back my black T-shirt" (Ben Folds Five, "Song for the Dumped") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;59. "Take my picture off the wall.… Give back my TV" (Uncle Tupelo, "Give Back the Key to My Heart") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;60. "I don't wanna walk around with you" (Ramones, "I Don't Wanna Walk Around With You") 61. "I don't like a thing about your mother and I hate your daddy's guts, too" (Ugly Kid Joe, "Everything About You") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;62. "You can tell your dog to bite my leg" (Billy Ray Cyrus, "Achy Breaky Heart") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;63. "I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes. You'd know what a drag it is to see you" (Bob Dylan, "Positively 4th Street") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;64. "You're just...a fuck. I can't explain it 'cause I think you suck. I'm taking pride in telling you to fuck off and die" (Green Day, "F.O.D. [Fuck Off and Die]") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;65. "Die, die, my darling. Just shut your pretty mouth" (the Misfits, "Die, Die My Darling") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;66. "Don't call me anymore" (Megadeath, "1000 Times Goodbye") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;67. "And the next time your ass gets horny, go fuck one of your funky ass friends" (R. Kelly, "Real Talk") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;68. "I'd show you everywhere you're wrong, but I'm never talking to you again" Hüsker Dü ("Never Talking to You Again") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;69. "If the phone doesn't ring, you'll know that it's me" (Jimmy Buffett, "If the Phone Doesn't Ring It's Me")&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/28913819-4551390153240931685?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/4551390153240931685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=4551390153240931685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/4551390153240931685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/4551390153240931685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2008/01/bloody-valentine.html' title='a bloody valentine'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/R6DsmYsYPbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/k3xQjUc0F30/s72-c/bloody+valentines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-2011683697083589305</id><published>2008-01-13T15:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T15:40:51.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how much of the philippines have i visited?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/R4qhU8SvQBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-Irq2jSIn8o/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155110104633131026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/R4qhU8SvQBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-Irq2jSIn8o/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/28913819-2011683697083589305?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/2011683697083589305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=2011683697083589305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/2011683697083589305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/2011683697083589305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-much-of-philippines-have-i-veisited.html' title='how much of the philippines have i visited?'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/R4qhU8SvQBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-Irq2jSIn8o/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-7977162180117168075</id><published>2008-01-13T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T12:42:59.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>favorite albums of 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/R4p3ycSvQAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/o1iBWS9u_O4/s1600-h/pix.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155064431950905346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/R4p3ycSvQAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/o1iBWS9u_O4/s400/pix.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/28913819-7977162180117168075?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/7977162180117168075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=7977162180117168075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/7977162180117168075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/7977162180117168075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2008/01/favorite-albums-of-2007.html' title='favorite albums of 2007'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/R4p3ycSvQAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/o1iBWS9u_O4/s72-c/pix.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-1043323577900012861</id><published>2007-10-27T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T02:11:22.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RyMAcgwzRTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-bIta4L6WXo/s1600-h/toys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125941290708714802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RyMAcgwzRTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-bIta4L6WXo/s400/toys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RyMAJQwzRSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RUsfndTkiCU/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RyL_uQwzRRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AjEUJPCLFlA/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125940496139765010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RyL_uQwzRRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AjEUJPCLFlA/s400/rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RyL_YAwzRQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Lb46fepdx50/s1600-h/mae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125940113887675650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RyL_YAwzRQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Lb46fepdx50/s400/mae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RyL-ugwzRPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3DVdgyefTEY/s1600-h/fruits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125939400923104498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RyL-ugwzRPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3DVdgyefTEY/s400/fruits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RyL-XwwzROI/AAAAAAAAAEc/U8N49iicEIU/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125939010081080546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RyL-XwwzROI/AAAAAAAAAEc/U8N49iicEIU/s400/flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RyL9_AwzRNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EFQrfoOAiCE/s1600-h/chucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125938584879318226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RyL9_AwzRNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EFQrfoOAiCE/s400/chucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-1043323577900012861?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/1043323577900012861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=1043323577900012861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/1043323577900012861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/1043323577900012861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2007/10/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RyMAcgwzRTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-bIta4L6WXo/s72-c/toys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-6366194426242367538</id><published>2007-10-14T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T01:05:23.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>but what if</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RxHNgi7W-QI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Uk18A7FRHTg/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121100210312247554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RxHNgi7W-QI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Uk18A7FRHTg/s400/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so what? ch-ch-ch-changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-6366194426242367538?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/6366194426242367538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=6366194426242367538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/6366194426242367538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/6366194426242367538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2007/10/but-what-if.html' title='but what if'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RxHNgi7W-QI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Uk18A7FRHTg/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-2854810330428798409</id><published>2007-08-26T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T13:03:56.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye chunky rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RtHai_Xa9qI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2dYsBNcuUps/s1600-h/gcr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103100147447559842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RtHai_Xa9qI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2dYsBNcuUps/s400/gcr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;stumbled upon this graphic novel in fully booked. its the story of a little turtle who left his town and friends to pursue the rest of his life. its a bittersweet story of lost and longing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-2854810330428798409?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/2854810330428798409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=2854810330428798409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/2854810330428798409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/2854810330428798409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2007/08/goodbye-chunky-rice.html' title='goodbye chunky rice'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RtHai_Xa9qI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2dYsBNcuUps/s72-c/gcr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-7494243386642703323</id><published>2007-06-17T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T12:32:11.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iphone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RoQMrnzEN6I/AAAAAAAAADc/Ju2eogmi71A/s1600-h/iphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081200223137839010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RoQMrnzEN6I/AAAAAAAAADc/Ju2eogmi71A/s400/iphone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/28913819-7494243386642703323?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/7494243386642703323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=7494243386642703323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/7494243386642703323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/7494243386642703323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2007/06/fete-dela-musique-2007.html' title='iphone'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RoQMrnzEN6I/AAAAAAAAADc/Ju2eogmi71A/s72-c/iphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-2170697393473256763</id><published>2007-06-13T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T12:09:21.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the block</title><content type='html'>I've got writer's block -- no ideas, no motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's your mind's way of telling you to open up and relax. Give yourself the benefit of the doubt that you are perfect. You are about to do, in whatever time it comes, that 'perfect thing.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN ACTION: I quit thinking about creative projects and instead take more naps. Let's check back in six months and see where this has gotten me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-2170697393473256763?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/2170697393473256763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=2170697393473256763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/2170697393473256763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/2170697393473256763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2007/06/block.html' title='the block'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-6254798086638874527</id><published>2007-06-09T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T14:45:38.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from homer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RmsfccgTqnI/AAAAAAAAADU/lb2CqEZ8ul4/s1600-h/The-Simpsons---Homer-Poster-C100583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074183978711493234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RmsfccgTqnI/AAAAAAAAADU/lb2CqEZ8ul4/s400/The-Simpsons---Homer-Poster-C100583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/28913819-6254798086638874527?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/6254798086638874527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=6254798086638874527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/6254798086638874527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/6254798086638874527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2007/06/from-homer.html' title='from homer'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RmsfccgTqnI/AAAAAAAAADU/lb2CqEZ8ul4/s72-c/The-Simpsons---Homer-Poster-C100583.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-2205950490972817288</id><published>2007-05-29T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T13:16:25.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mae</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RlyKBki55FI/AAAAAAAAADE/zYEIfwPlD7c/s1600-h/manequin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070079040106914898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RlyKBki55FI/AAAAAAAAADE/zYEIfwPlD7c/s400/manequin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;090404&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-2205950490972817288?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/2205950490972817288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=2205950490972817288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/2205950490972817288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/2205950490972817288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2007/05/mae.html' title='mae'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RlyKBki55FI/AAAAAAAAADE/zYEIfwPlD7c/s72-c/manequin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-6080931247688695663</id><published>2007-05-20T17:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T17:45:19.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>choco sneakers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RlDpNki55DI/AAAAAAAAACw/qqQtHYEqv5A/s1600-h/choco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066806000149455922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RlDpNki55DI/AAAAAAAAACw/qqQtHYEqv5A/s400/choco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Switzerland is famous, among other things, its chocolate. So the folks at Swiss-based +41 dreamed up a way to combine their 2 loves: chocolate and Nike sneakers. Just released are 4 new additions to +41’s chocolate collection: Air Force 1 (white chocolate), Dunk Hi, Air Trainer, and Blazer Mid (all in dark chocolate). Check out the details on each piece, down to the perforated leather, makes it too hard to eat them…almost. Comes in 1 pack = 3 boxes, with a pair in each box. To commemorate AF 1 25th anniversary, it will come in a gray shoe box, for a limited time. Now available for purchase at Overkill Shop and +41’s online store.&lt;br /&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/28913819-6080931247688695663?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/6080931247688695663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=6080931247688695663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/6080931247688695663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/6080931247688695663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2007/05/choco-sneakers.html' title='choco sneakers'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RlDpNki55DI/AAAAAAAAACw/qqQtHYEqv5A/s72-c/choco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-34359482952043143</id><published>2007-05-12T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T17:44:03.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ill get this pair of kicks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RkZfS4XDUVI/AAAAAAAAACo/8nT-TtHCLiA/s1600-h/hotkicks"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063839608996057426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RkZfS4XDUVI/AAAAAAAAACo/8nT-TtHCLiA/s400/hotkicks" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/28913819-34359482952043143?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/34359482952043143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=34359482952043143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/34359482952043143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/34359482952043143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2007/05/ill-get-this-pair-of-kicks.html' title='ill get this pair of kicks'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RkZfS4XDUVI/AAAAAAAAACo/8nT-TtHCLiA/s72-c/hotkicks' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-5309487398729931057</id><published>2007-05-12T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:17:58.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my frame of mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RkYu54XDUUI/AAAAAAAAACg/79PZ1My7bgg/s1600-h/random.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063786402941194562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RkYu54XDUUI/AAAAAAAAACg/79PZ1My7bgg/s400/random.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/28913819-5309487398729931057?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/5309487398729931057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=5309487398729931057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/5309487398729931057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/5309487398729931057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-frame-of-mind.html' title='my frame of mind'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RkYu54XDUUI/AAAAAAAAACg/79PZ1My7bgg/s72-c/random.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-6627422348112325354</id><published>2007-05-09T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T08:30:32.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>working day number 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RkHpEYXDUTI/AAAAAAAAACY/IP7j6OEmnYA/s1600-h/tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062583717609034034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RkHpEYXDUTI/AAAAAAAAACY/IP7j6OEmnYA/s400/tired.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/28913819-6627422348112325354?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/6627422348112325354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=6627422348112325354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/6627422348112325354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/6627422348112325354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2007/05/working-day-number-7.html' title='working day number 7'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RkHpEYXDUTI/AAAAAAAAACY/IP7j6OEmnYA/s72-c/tired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-8474743331427887077</id><published>2007-05-05T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:47:53.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/Rjz7MoXDUSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sVUwb7Mcfn0/s1600-h/bart+vs+bart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061196275668701474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/Rjz7MoXDUSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sVUwb7Mcfn0/s400/bart+vs+bart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss "later with jools holland." thanks you tube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-8474743331427887077?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/8474743331427887077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=8474743331427887077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/8474743331427887077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/8474743331427887077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2007/05/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/Rjz7MoXDUSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sVUwb7Mcfn0/s72-c/bart+vs+bart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-8657104612427423132</id><published>2007-04-17T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T13:48:17.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RiUw4N8aJII/AAAAAAAAACI/z9SgwW_XBic/s1600-h/yessir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054499899167089794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RiUw4N8aJII/AAAAAAAAACI/z9SgwW_XBic/s400/yessir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; finally, the collaboration between pharrel and the roots turn into reality. the pairing will work on the re-recording of pharrell's lukewarm solo joint in my mind. according to the fader.com the team just finished the track called raspy shit. looking forward to that release.&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/28913819-8657104612427423132?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/8657104612427423132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=8657104612427423132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/8657104612427423132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/8657104612427423132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2007/04/finally-collaboration-between-pharrel.html' title=''/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RiUw4N8aJII/AAAAAAAAACI/z9SgwW_XBic/s72-c/yessir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-2352802082794558282</id><published>2007-04-04T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T10:03:44.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>isang panawagan</title><content type='html'>kagabi habang papasok ako sa trabajo, nakatabi ko sa harapan ng isang pampasaherong jeepney ang isang lalaking nakashorts, kulay dilaw na sando at kupas na military jacket. matapos ang ilang minuto naglabas ng kutsilyo ang lalaki at itinutok sa aking tagiliran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"akin na 'to!", sabi ng lalaki tinutukoy niya ang aking ipod na nakatago sa ilalim ng aking pulang kamiseta na may naka sulat na come to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madali ko namang ibinigay ang kanyang hinihingi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"akin na ang wallet mo! akin na ang cellphone mo", sabi pa niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wala ho akong wallet, eto lang ang pera ko...", sabi ko naman habang inaabot ang pera galing sa bulsa ng pantalon ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"akin na ang bag mo!", hindi yata naniwala ang lalaki sa sinabi ko, nilabas ko ang aking coin purse at ibinigay sa lalaki. inaagaw na ng lalaki ang bag ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sandali po, ibibigay ko ang cellphone ko." sabi ko habang hinahanap ang cellphone sa ilalim ng bag ko. iniingtatan ko din na makita ng lalaki ang wallet ko na nakatago din sa loob ng bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagkatapos kong iabot ang aking cellphone nagabanta pa ang lalaki sa driver nung jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"alam ko ang plate number mo, subukan mong magsumbong at ikaw ang aabangan ko."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang eksenang ito ay naganap sa rizal avenue sa pagitan ng blumentritt at tayuman bandang alas diyes ng gabi. sa lahat ng mga kaibigan na dumadaan sa naturang lugar sa ganoong mga oras, mag ingat po kayo. sa mga kaibigan na hindi dumadaan dun mag ingat din kayo dahil sa dami ng nagugutom at walng trabajo sa bansa natin ngayon, marami ang nagiging desperado at kumakapit sa patalim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko rin masisisi ang mama na nangholdap sa akin. kagaya ko biktima din lamang siya ng lipunang ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana lamang mas maraming pulis ang nakikita natin sa lansangan sa kahit ano pa mang oras para man lang matakot ang mga tao na nagbabalak na kumapit sa patalim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at sa mga nagpapalakad sa bansang ito ayus ayusin nyo naman ang trabajo at nahihirapan na kaming lahat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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"Icky Thump" -- Well, you can't be a pimp and a prostitute too.&lt;br /&gt;2. "You Don't Know What Love Is (You Just Do As You're Told)" -- In some respects I suspect you've got a respectable side.&lt;br /&gt;3. "300 M.P.H Torrential Outpour Blues" -- Sooner or later the ground's gonna be holding all of my ashes too.&lt;br /&gt;4. "Conquest" -- The hunted became the huntress, the hunter became the prey.&lt;br /&gt;5. "Bone Broken" -- They got a white pony in a stable and ride him when the doggie isn't able.&lt;br /&gt;6. "Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn" -- The silver birches pierce through an icy fog, which covers the ground most daily.&lt;br /&gt;7. "St. Andrew (This Battle Is In The Air)" -- I'm looking upwards, who is here to greet me?&lt;br /&gt;8. "Little Cream Soda" -- Well, every highway that I go down seems to be longer than the last one that I knew about, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;9. "Rag And Bone" -- Bring out your junk and we'll give it a home.&lt;br /&gt;10. "I'm Slowly Turning Into You" -- I dig your little laugh and I'm loving your quick wit.&lt;br /&gt;11. "A Martyr For My Love For You" -- Maybe these ruby shoes are a little cumbersome for you.&lt;br /&gt;12. "Catch Hell Blues" -- If you're looking for hot water, don't be shocked when you get burned a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;13. "Effect And Cause" -- First you cause a train wreck, then you put me in traction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misleading, confusing, crazy, irresponsible... just like me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-3639405478322501273?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/3639405478322501273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=3639405478322501273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/3639405478322501273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/3639405478322501273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2007/04/from-friends-meg-and-jack.html' title='from friends meg and jack'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-4686477707893576737</id><published>2007-03-30T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T11:10:17.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe by n-e-r-d</title><content type='html'>Love was the egg&lt;br /&gt;See and it was born in a cloud with silver lining&lt;br /&gt;But it broke, I mean it hatched on the ground&lt;br /&gt;So time flew right by me and while I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you thought your life was goin be easy&lt;br /&gt;When you didn't call you found that you where wrong&lt;br /&gt;I know you thought your life was goin be easy&lt;br /&gt;You thought you had it all but you found that you were wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See maybe there was something wrong&lt;br /&gt;And you weren't telling me no&lt;br /&gt;See maybe the laugh's on me&lt;br /&gt;And life was telling me a joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something's yours and you let it go&lt;br /&gt;If it comes back to you it was yours all along&lt;br /&gt;When I let you go along with those lies from you&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what else lies in you&lt;br /&gt;Or did the lies just just eat gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See do you remember what its like to wake up in her love nest get it love nest and now she's gone gone gone gone&lt;br /&gt;At which point you realize&lt;br /&gt;Life is but a joke and the laughs on you&lt;br /&gt;That's funny right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-6257472559675503405</id><published>2007-03-29T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T10:55:40.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chasing cars by snow patrol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We'll do it all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On our own &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We don't need &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or anyone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I lay here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I just lay here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't quite know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How to say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How I feel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Those three words &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Are said too much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They're not enough &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I lay here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I just lay here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Forget what we're told &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before we get too old &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let's waste time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chasing cars &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Around our heads I need your grace &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To remind me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To find my own &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I lay here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I just lay here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Forget what we're told &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before we get too old &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All that I am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All that I ever was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know where &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Confused about how as well &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just know that these things will never change for us at all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I lay here If I just lay here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-6257472559675503405?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/6257472559675503405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=6257472559675503405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/6257472559675503405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/6257472559675503405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2007/03/chasing-cars-by-snow-patrol.html' title='chasing cars by snow patrol'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-4562043654621721913</id><published>2007-03-25T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T17:51:09.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>awake is the new sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/Picture033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/Picture033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after an eleven hour shift, a breakfast which lasted until almost lunch time and a short trip to the mall i decided to go back to that happy feeling called museo pambata. i spent most of the afternoon catching up with friends. funniest moment of the day is when nina, muso pamabata's president and ceo commented: "how cute naman the pictures on your blog!" i did not realize that when i created my multiply account she was part of the invite list since i used my gmail account. i started my gmail account as a suggestion from museo pambata staff. anyway the night before that we were chatting on gtalk. i did the old things i used to do in the office. mess up witht the girls from accounting's pc. got copies of the newsletter from PR. bought stuff from the gift shop. and of course took photos of me in the museum. mylene if ever you are reading this...please send me those pics. thanks. since working as a secret agent the staff always tease me of treating them...they finally got it. we celebrated the day with ice cream, perfect for the scorching hot afternoon. got cards and coloring book for my friends at work. i cant beleive how much i miss museo pambata. too bad some of the friends were not there like joseph, ting and tita mads. a lot of peeps are also moving into greener pastures. jale is no longer there. olive is about to leave after this cut off. the thought of working there again is still a welcome idea for me. thou after meeting with tina, former MP administrator,she pointed out that working for museo again will be financially impractical. but as i pointed out, working for museo makes me feel like a person of worth and value. working for "the man" makes me feel like a whore. i only work for the money now. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-7387874468722607921</id><published>2007-03-20T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T08:16:24.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an open letter to my boss</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;my immediate superior fom work announced via email that she will be leaving her post in the coming days. here is what i sent as a reply:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey --. it is still a bitter pill for us to digest that our dearest team leader will be leaving the company. the laughter, tears, frustrations, beer(or lager), tokwa, spicy sausage, sisig, cheese sticks we shared over the last months will forever be logged onto our respective bellies and hearts and all. it's bad news for a lot of people on the yahoo floor, but we must admit it...it is you and your team who brought life on the yahoo production floor. it is your understanding, patience, monitoring, advice, and over all lucky charm who made kaminanzee the team that we are today. i really feel like there is so much in store for the group with you steering us into the right direction, no matter how tough the challenge is. over the past few months working did not feel like work because of the company that we keep. i learned to love what i do and all of you guys here because of the pleasant atmosphere you provide as a superior from work. you have become a mentor, a mother, a sister, a drinking buddy, an open ear and a mixture of a lot of things for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we understand the urgency of you leaving and i personally hope that you change your mind somehow. i bet a lot of people hope for that too. but i guess evreything is already laid out as planned. whatever your decision is we are by your side...even if it would be like one heck of a challenge for us. we will make you proud even if it is someone else handling the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried hard not to cry after reading your email...i tried to hold back the tears. but you leaving us is worthy of getting my eyes wet. the good news is we are only losing you as our --... but i know you know that you can always count on us as your friends. that i am sure of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love you and wishing you the best in all your endeavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you around. stay in touch please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-7387874468722607921?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/7387874468722607921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=7387874468722607921' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-9198940268722616874</id><published>2007-03-04T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T16:44:13.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a passion for fashion (wala lang)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/ResOFGoh_nI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3A5hUeg1MHs/s1600-h/fashionista2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038136088986779250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/ResOFGoh_nI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3A5hUeg1MHs/s400/fashionista2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to your left is the back portion of the cover of radioactive sago project's new cd. if you can read it, it says &lt;em&gt;"tanginamo andaming nagugutom sa mundo fashionista ka pa rin."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is style and why is it important?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;style is saying what is on your mind without uttering a word. without opening your mouth. and without style we should all be wearing uniforms instead. right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to paraphrase a song from the late 90's...if everybody looks the same we'll get tired of looking at each other...i am not sure if it's groove armada or which electronica outfit who made that song. the video for that song is the one where everybody is sporting funky facial hair pati mga girls dahil that is the in look to sport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well anyways, fashion is not about sporting what is cool to wear. or what everybody else is wearing. since this is an entry about fashion let me rave about what i am so fuzzed about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.i remember always asking mae if she remembers that time when bayo had stuff for boys. i also ask this question to my ex-gurlfriend mel. the reason i ask them that is because i remember being on a bayo store way back in the mid 90's with another ex-gurlfriend analyn on a bayo store when they have stuff for boys. i always enjoy being on a bayo store because their clothes are nicely cut and well made. i always sorta wished they still make clothes for guys. well what do you know, the botiques maldita, yrys and mint now makes clothes for guys. yeah. no more long faces when i ask for a shirt or something else in extra small. sweet. i just scored a plaid pants from one of those stores and it's the coolest thing to buy something that i dont need to bring to an alteration shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. i am a little pissed when people started dressing up the way i wanted to dress up five years ago. i always complained about this. my firends elena and lorna, and anthony can attest to that. this stupid hairstyle people are sporting today, i dunno how to call it but back then it is called the faux hawk, i sported that years ago. well...boohoo. sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are a few guides to keep you on my stylish and comfortable:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-the crotch rule...whatever you are wearing make sure that the crotch part of your pants can be seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-buy pants (and other clothing items) that are your size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-never ever wear a printed top on a printed bottom. please. i mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-accessorize but do not over accessorize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-do one thing different. wear that tie a little looser. make your bag hang a little lower or higher. do not tie your shoe laces for a change. do not fix your hair. but please do take a bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thou not fashion related, hygiene is also important in being the most attractive fish in the pond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-9198940268722616874?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/9198940268722616874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=9198940268722616874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/9198940268722616874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/9198940268722616874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2007/03/passion-for-fashion-wala-lang.html' title='a passion for fashion (wala lang)'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/ResOFGoh_nI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3A5hUeg1MHs/s72-c/fashionista2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-542120294788720276</id><published>2007-03-04T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T05:39:23.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>Youth leader to leave RP if 7 things happen By Tina Arceo-DumlaoPhilippine Daily Inquirer 02/28/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The state of politics in the Philippines is becoming so bad that even the most patriotic of Filipinos like Harvey Keh is considering migrating.If that happens, it will certainly be a big loss.&lt;br /&gt;The credentials as patriot of the 27-year-old Keh are impeccable.&lt;br /&gt;In an open letter posted on the Internet, Keh said that in spite of his love for his country, there were seven possible outcomes of the coming elections that would make him consider leaving the country.&lt;br /&gt;1. If former Election Commissioner Virgilio Garcillano of "Hello Garci" infamy wins in his announced bid to become congressman of Bukidnon province.&lt;br /&gt;The opposition says a wiretapped conversation purportedly between Garcillano and President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo is evidence Ms Arroyo stole the 2004 presidential election. Ms Arroyo has denied any wrongdoing.&lt;br /&gt;"We would really be the laughingstock of the whole world if we allowed a man with the reputation of Garci to be one of our so-called 'Honorable Gentlemen,'" Keh said in his open letter titled "What Will Make Me Leave the Philippines."&lt;br /&gt;2. If "Dancing Queen" Tessie Aquino-Oreta reclaims her Senate seat.&lt;br /&gt;"I hope that all of us would still remember that dance that she did during the 2001 impeachment hearings after they voted to overrule the decision of then Chief Justice Hilario Davide. Let us make sure that people like her never make it to the Senate again," said Keh.&lt;br /&gt;3. If actor and comedian Richard Gomez is elected senator.&lt;br /&gt;"What does he know about making laws? We already have the likes of Bong Revilla and Lito Lapid in the Senate, and their performance, or the lack of it, would be reason enough not to elect another actor who has no prior experience in government to the distinguished halls of the Senate," the letter said.&lt;br /&gt;4. If former senator Gregorio Honasan wins a Senate seat.&lt;br /&gt;"I cannot believe that just because someone is charismatic, we will just elect him to become one of our senators despite the fact that he has time and again caused so much instability in our country," Keh said. "If we want a military junta similar to that of Thailand, then let's all vote for this guy."&lt;br /&gt;5. If Manny Pacquiao becomes congressman of General Santos City.&lt;br /&gt;"Everybody loves Manny the Boxing Champ, but Manny the Lawmaker? Let's be realistic here, Manny is our hero, but I think it takes more than just great boxing skills and a desire to serve to be able to make appropriate laws that would help uplift the lives of the many Filipinos who live in poverty," he said.&lt;br /&gt;6. If Sen. Lito Lapid is elected mayor of Makati City.&lt;br /&gt;"Lito Lapid as city mayor of the country's finance and business center?! Do you really think he is from Makati and has good plans for the city?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;7. If Ilocos Sur Gov. Luis "Chavit" Singson, who has long been linked to illegal gambling, is elected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda made a promise not to deal with politics on this blog. but youth leader harvey keh made me change that. on an email he sent to his friends (which has now reached the seven corners of the world)(yes, seven) he stated the seven reasons why he might consider leaving the country. back in college i was sort of joking when i said that i would rather die than see erap become rp's president. he did win as president and i did not die. until today i am not yet a registered voter by choice, and i know i would get a lot of beef by doing that and people will tell me that i am not participating in making that change. well i gave up on this country long ago, even after working for an ngo who's main thrust is on education. filipinos deserve something better, for those of you who will be voting please make a wise choice. and hats off to harvey keh. you are the man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-542120294788720276?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/542120294788720276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=542120294788720276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/542120294788720276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/542120294788720276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2007/03/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-4418502501443860780</id><published>2007-03-03T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T10:30:11.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>virtual insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/Rem9xmoh_mI/AAAAAAAAABk/e-nqEE_7c9U/s1600-h/jamdead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037766318072397410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/Rem9xmoh_mI/AAAAAAAAABk/e-nqEE_7c9U/s400/jamdead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;boys and girls, cherish your jamiroquai cds, cassesttes, music files and what have you's...jay kay has annonced his retirement from making music to start a family. aw...one of my favorite musical groups bites the dust again. i have to pay tribute by playing nothing but jamiroquai tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/28913819-4418502501443860780?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/4418502501443860780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=4418502501443860780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/4418502501443860780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/4418502501443860780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2007/03/virtual-insanity.html' title='virtual insanity'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/Rem9xmoh_mI/AAAAAAAAABk/e-nqEE_7c9U/s72-c/jamdead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-5419121504550997316</id><published>2007-03-01T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T05:23:16.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lorna made me cry</title><content type='html'>i miss the...&lt;br /&gt;stryro-sharing, patis with sili and kalamansi, eat-outs at mcdonalds, bk's, chowking etc, 'sa kaliwa, sa kaliwa po', 'will somebody please talk to this guy?' christopher de leon mode, blog bashing, pekto and richard gutierrez jokes, 'sana mata na lang ako' drama, ---, mae, and the frowning girl we tagged as pek three, films at instituto cervantes, 'what's your name girl, what's your sign?' expression, spin magazine addiction, topshop splurges, make-out sounds sessions with elena, rolling on the floor, loud music from his pc's speakers, the 'i-hate-drinking-water-after-i just-had-my-coffee-in-the-same glass' syndrome, exchanging sex-on-line midnight jokes while preparing for puerto galera, the 'come to bed' red shirt, the 'wawa-white-chucks', the simpsons boxers, the blocked nostril, the april fool's day joke we had on him (which he thought i'd confess that i got a thing for him), hey-ho-let's go jamming ramones, and weezer's songs at the band studio in sta. ana, together-forever-bossa revival, the evan dando/juliana hatfield post lemonheads 'its about time' duet, and more, endless descriptions and thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as bernard sumner of new order sings in their song 'temptation':&lt;br /&gt;"And I've never seen anyone quite like you beforeNo, I've never met anyone quite like you before..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belated happy bornday chee...sorry for the delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-from tabulas.com/~yoshimihate, my friend lorna's blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-5419121504550997316?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/5419121504550997316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=5419121504550997316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/5419121504550997316'/><link rel='self' 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darn.&lt;br /&gt;also i am getting older and older...aw...man. seeing punk rock kids make me sick now. just because i was an animal before does not mean that i still will be at this age. does the words GROW UP ring a bell. well, this started when i read a message from a friend...saw her blog and posted portions of it on my friendster profile (friendster.com/cheesypuffs). and i am in some kind of a crisis not knowing what i really wanted to do. first plan was to travel either to galera or baguio. second was to get this neat ass phone or go ice skating at MOA. none of this happened but still, it was a nice day. i had a milkshake and accidentally saw the movie the messengers because my significant other needed to go to a clean washroom. the bst gift would be to be able to sleep at night this past three days. and greetings from my friends. its not that i am complaining but i am. thanks for another great year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-5213045564022984490?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/5213045564022984490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=5213045564022984490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/5213045564022984490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/5213045564022984490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-old-fart.html' title='happy birthday old fart!'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-5643528153066028604</id><published>2007-02-18T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T08:38:50.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty-seven thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RdivR6PbBbI/AAAAAAAAABY/PouJnV-I-Qg/s1600-h/teardropslogo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032965305813108146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RdivR6PbBbI/AAAAAAAAABY/PouJnV-I-Qg/s200/teardropslogo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in a week or so i will be a year older. i am too old to be confused and is too young to have a mid-life crisis. i am just a little sad. and my question is...how could something so wrong make me feel so right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. "its your birthday, its your birthday...we gonna party like its your birthday"- 50 cent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. "she's being a girl..."-john teron carlo aceremo, 3 years old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. "u-cheee"- gian lei mangulabnan, 2 years old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. "Q:&lt;em&gt;paano mangutang ng pera kay dracula?&lt;/em&gt; A: &lt;em&gt;meron ka Bampira&lt;/em&gt;?"- michael santiago, age withheld upon request&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. "my hands are tied."-jei lee, age withheld upon request&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. "okay...."- joseph randall cruz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. "&lt;em&gt;araw araw ko tong ginagawa&lt;/em&gt;"- jb quijano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. "&lt;em&gt;hay nakuuuuu!"-&lt;/em&gt; desiree munoz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. " &lt;sigh&gt;"- me, chee carrasco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be continued...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-5643528153066028604?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/5643528153066028604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=5643528153066028604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/5643528153066028604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/5643528153066028604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2007/02/twent-seven-thoughts.html' title='twenty-seven thoughts'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RdivR6PbBbI/AAAAAAAAABY/PouJnV-I-Qg/s72-c/teardropslogo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-4393840745805856162</id><published>2007-02-07T12:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T12:26:56.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/Rco2BIIOcTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-rkpgof5QYU/s1600-h/gnarls_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028891326902333746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/Rco2BIIOcTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-rkpgof5QYU/s400/gnarls_logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/28913819-4393840745805856162?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/4393840745805856162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=4393840745805856162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/4393840745805856162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/4393840745805856162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2007/02/gb.html' title='gb'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/Rco2BIIOcTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-rkpgof5QYU/s72-c/gnarls_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-2499938691746679636</id><published>2007-01-30T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T10:23:03.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no surprises by radiohead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A heart that's full up like a landfill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A job that slowly kills you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bruises that won't heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You look so tired, unhappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring down the government&lt;br /&gt;They don't, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they don't speak for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a quiet life&lt;br /&gt;A handshake of carbon monoxide&lt;br /&gt;No alarms and no surprises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent&lt;br /&gt;Silence&lt;br /&gt;This is my final fit, my final bellyache with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alarms&lt;/span&gt; and no surprises&lt;br /&gt;No alarms &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No alarms and no surprises please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden&lt;br /&gt;No alarms and no surprises&lt;br /&gt;No alarms and no surprises &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-2499938691746679636?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/2499938691746679636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=2499938691746679636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/2499938691746679636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/2499938691746679636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-surprises-by-radiohead.html' title='no surprises by radiohead'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-4555338940955103670</id><published>2007-01-27T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T16:36:45.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mumble jumble</title><content type='html'>who would thought that vampires do exists?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a living, breathing, walking vampire. the sunlight starts to hurt me. i stay up all night and i sleep all day. i order wake up calls. i never open my blinds and i hate it when the room is bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've grown two sizes bigger. gravity is taking toll on my tummy and no amount of sit ups could probably have it corrected. my posture is worst than ever. and i never grew my hair. my hairline is receding day after day. my teeth is crooked. and i am sleepy as well. i am my own victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at my age i laugh at kids who think that hip hop is about how big your clothes can be. and i hated it that metrosexuals are now dressing up the way i wanted to five years ago. it sucks that i struggle to fit into my jeans and i have to watch how i breathe so that i would not look like i am pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i baked my cake and eat it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best thing is i am alive and kicking and loved.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up and i am at the blumentritt station. time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it does not matter if i can't pay for somone's dentures or someone's bail money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to work hard so that i could play hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss travelling and having the weekend off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i threw up last night before i went to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a soursplash while punching the keyboard today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-4555338940955103670?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/4555338940955103670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=4555338940955103670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/4555338940955103670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/4555338940955103670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2007/01/mumble-jumble.html' title='mumble jumble'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-6597549577332067497</id><published>2007-01-19T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:30:14.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chee's lament</title><content type='html'>...I've been workin' this graveshift and I ain't made shitI wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the skyI've been workin' this graveshift and I ain't made shitI wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kanye West, Spaceship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really would hate myself. you see i used to hate the group 6cyclemind, but in videoke nightouts i sing some of their songs. i hate them really, but the other day i saw a video on one of the local music channels, its 6cyclemind's bossa flavored cover of the song prinsesa (originally by teeth)&lt;br /&gt;it is a nice twist to have that song feel loungy and complicated. nice. the video was very good too, it is well executed. i love it that the song was turned down to focus on the lines the charcters in the video are saying. now i can not get the video out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-6597549577332067497?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/6597549577332067497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=6597549577332067497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/6597549577332067497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/6597549577332067497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2007/01/chees-lament.html' title='chee&apos;s lament'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-6646660481643426669</id><published>2007-01-12T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:56:48.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's fall apart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"...i used to think life's a bitter pill, but it's a grand old time!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-6646660481643426669?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/6646660481643426669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=6646660481643426669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/6646660481643426669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/6646660481643426669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2007/01/lets-fall-apart.html' title='let&apos;s fall apart!'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-7668995515033694418</id><published>2007-01-09T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T16:23:41.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reboluyon-by team manila</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RaQx-9ztBlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GWYb4PRZJVM/s1600-h/Rebolusyon.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018190842610648658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RaQx-9ztBlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GWYb4PRZJVM/s400/Rebolusyon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/28913819-7668995515033694418?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/7668995515033694418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=7668995515033694418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/7668995515033694418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/7668995515033694418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2007/01/reboluyon-by-team-manila.html' title='reboluyon-by team manila'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3TIvNDFedc/RaQx-9ztBlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GWYb4PRZJVM/s72-c/Rebolusyon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-2706289662170529046</id><published>2006-12-31T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T08:55:49.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 is so last year!</title><content type='html'>where do i begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was walking ayala avenue carrying this paper bag that my girl mae packed for me. i can not help it but carry a long face because this will be the first time i will be working while the year ends. well i've been trying to keep my disposition up so that i could smile at least while working. so i tried to make this list on my head while reminiscing the year that is 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most played cd of the year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gnarls barkley's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;st.elsewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the strokes' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first impression of the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-red hot chili peppers' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stadium archadium (the second disc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-corrine bailey raye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best hip hop album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-lupe fiasco's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;food and liquor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;disappointment of the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-pharrel's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in my mind (sorry p, i love your other works and all but...i'll wait until the release of the album as you re-record it with the roots)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most anticipated album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the rapture's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pieces of people we love (finally got one from my girlfriend for christmas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best local album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-kaminapomuna &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(discovered my love for apo with the help of sandwich, boldstar and drip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best fashion statement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-skinny jeans &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(pekpek pants for boys and girls. hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;chuck taylors &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(everybody loves chucks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worst fashion statement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-wearing your collars up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(remember boys and girls only retards wear their collars up)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;chuck taylors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(everybody loves chucks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;favorite website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-wikimapia.org&lt;br /&gt;-freshnessmag.com&lt;br /&gt;-spin.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best place visited this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the banaue rice terraces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worst place visited this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-employee lounge (7th floor) hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;-that place in la union&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;turning point of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i quit working for museo pambata after five years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unexpected tear-jerker of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-click&lt;br /&gt;-barnyard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(man, barnyard? well...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;okay, i'll finish this post soon. happy new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-2706289662170529046?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/2706289662170529046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=2706289662170529046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/2706289662170529046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/2706289662170529046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/12/2006-is-so-last-year.html' title='2006 is so last year!'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-6692502571785172865</id><published>2006-12-17T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T09:15:12.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>last week i was at museo pambata to volunteer for the annual gift giving activity, i have been part of it the last four years and i really felt the need to be there for some reason. i even have my girl mae with me for the shebang, she was at the event last year too. seeing my former colleagues was a blast. i miss them obviously. i worked with them for five years lang naman. thou the assignment that we had was not as challenging, we were guarding the stairs making sure people are walking on the right side. it is a humbling experience seeing thousands of kids (and parents) get excited for touring the museum and receiving a bag of goodies which includes rice,pasta,juice,canned goods,coffee, etcetera. i was so proud of museo pambata guides for making an effort to contribute to give something for the kids. our creative and friendly guide friends sold decors for the museo christmas tree so that they can contribute a tiny bag of candies and chips for the little ones. why did not i think of that when i was there? that is the best thing about working for museo pambata they trust you in whatever you want to try to do. and it is so much for me to see how these little things can make a lot of people happy. its seeing those smiles that i miss the most working for the happiest place along roxas boulevard. and it is the basic things inlife that really matters, now that it is the year 2006 for a lot of people including me the new alphabet has become dvd, iPod, mp3, mp4, usb, hdtv, isp and sometimes we forgot how important it is for some people to have food on the dinner table provided that they have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day on the bus on the way home, a guy probably around his 50s stepped inside the bus and told the passengers a sobbing story. the bus company where they work for did not provide them a mandatory 13th month pay and worst the company did not submit their sss premiums. it broke my heart thinking how would the day be like for this people. i mean i am struggling to stretch what i earn to make ends meet. i usually do not fall for things like this but i do not know why i reached inside my pocket and donated something to the box the guy put in front of us. i hope that will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"take my money&lt;br /&gt;  take my possessions&lt;br /&gt;  take my obsessions&lt;br /&gt;  i dont need that sh*t...&lt;br /&gt;  the things you own, own you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-papa roach, from angels and insects&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-6692502571785172865?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/6692502571785172865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=6692502571785172865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/6692502571785172865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/6692502571785172865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/12/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-6668460368193319376</id><published>2006-12-15T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T13:10:06.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my favorite cd of the year</title><content type='html'>Gnarls Barkley's St.Elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are no second acts in American lives," a great American drunk once said. That may be true for Karl Rove and K-Fed (flawed mortals that they are), but for a transcendent being like Cee-Lo Green, seconds and thirds are the reason he comes to the table in the first place. "Wish I could live twice/ And I still might," promises the former member of the sadly over-and-out Atlanta hip-hop crew Goodie Mob on this deeply exploratory collaboration with indie screwball Danger Mouse. Gnarls Barkley would have been plenty likable if they'd limited their contribution to having a funny name and showing up on TV in Star Wars costumes, but they also had the novel idea of making their music mind-ticklingly brilliant. Danger Mouse invented a space-cadet R&amp;amp;B that moved Cee-Lo to empty out his warped soul. From a Violent Femmes cover to a drum'n'bass hustle with falsetto scatting to a goth doo-wop hymn about sex and death to "Crazy," the single of the year in any genre, this was the year's most soothing head-scratch. In his old life, Cee-Lo was never going to duke it out with Young Jeezy or Omarion for chart dominance, but when you listen to these raspily rapped emotional explorations, it's hard not to come away feeling that his accomplishment is deeply earned. "Way over yonder there's a new frontier / Would it be so hard for you to come and visit me here?" he asks on the psychedelic title track. Because he and DM make their marginalia feel not just free but fun, you'll holler back with the most affirmative " No, sir!" you can muster.&lt;br /&gt;from SPIN.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-6668460368193319376?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/6668460368193319376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=6668460368193319376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/6668460368193319376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/6668460368193319376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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my superior advised me to drop by the clinic, and as luck would have it i have vertigo. my blood pressure is a okay according to the doctor and i had a slight fever. i was advised to rest for an hour and i did that at the employee lounge. and i was not advised that the the bedbugs bite over there....&lt;br /&gt;post to be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-8592674559942473199?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/8592674559942473199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=8592674559942473199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/8592674559942473199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/8592674559942473199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/12/vertigo.html' title='vertigo'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-5144017902138830858</id><published>2006-12-05T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T11:25:33.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an open letter to raymund marasigan and sandwich</title><content type='html'>dear raymund and the rest of sandwich (plus kris dancel),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for saving our christmas party from total boredom. you have no idea how much i appreciate you rocking wtc the other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for playing sniffets of sexy back and gone daddy gone. i kinda wish you played that track you covered from apo, but anyways you guys rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-5144017902138830858?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/5144017902138830858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=5144017902138830858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/5144017902138830858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/5144017902138830858'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know if i should be thankful that my throat is enflamed right now. it got me away from working. and the great thing is i have two consecutive days off. i spen the whole day sleeping today. a common practice when i am not working. i am sure it is not healthy to sleep for 18 hours, but the hell with it man. i should be seeing the doctor ever since yesterday, but i am not sure if i want to hear what he is about to say. but the great thing about being sick is that my girl mae dropped by yesterday to bring me fruits and meds yesterday. i also found time to sit down and read a good book. i watched a portion of a rerun of spanglish yesterday, you know that portion when the daughter of the mexican maid is translating for her arguing with her boss which is played by adam sandler. i also saw that roller skating video from the rapture. and now i have a few minutes to update my blog. and tonight i will be able to sleep at night just like all the normal people do. this is the life. can not wait for my date with my girl tomorrow. we will be making maki.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-1010848610441551629?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/1010848610441551629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=1010848610441551629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/1010848610441551629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/1010848610441551629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-sick.html' title='i am sick'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-9052369093832552964</id><published>2006-11-26T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T13:43:19.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy eyed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4251/3529/1600/969271/atmos_j_35_53a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4251/3529/400/13055/atmos_j_35_53a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4251/3529/1600/601086/atmos_j_35_53a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's the sunday shift. and coming from a real sunday, i was not able to sleep very well. everybody is at home and there is no way that you can stop the neighbors from playing their sunday music, usually old tunes from the days of yore and definitely no way to stop neighborhood kids from playing around. that is why i am sleepy as hell today.&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/28913819-9052369093832552964?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/9052369093832552964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=9052369093832552964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4251/3529/400/43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;currently listening to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kumot at unan-boldstar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the superb kaminapomuna tribute album, an ode to someone you miss dearly. in my case my girl, mae, who i see a few times a week eversince she quit work a few weeks ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;save room-john legend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an excellent number from a guy who used to sing back up for kanye west.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raspy sh**- pharrell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of the best tracks from pharrell williams' solo joint which (lets face it) kinda sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;olio-the rapture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the opening track to echoes which is a killer-no-filler album. also includes the excellently titled and excellent sounding house of jealous lovers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sama na-chillitees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pinoy r n b at its finest (also check out sino sikat?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gone daddy gone-gnarls barkley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a cover of a violents femme rocker. bouncy and dancable. great for pogoing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daydreaming-lupe fiasco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kanye west's favorite rapper teams up with jill scott the realist version of erykah badu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it ain't right-the roots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a banger from the best live band on the planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anna molly-incubus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brandon boyd returns to woo ladies with his abs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;london bridge/fergalicious-fergie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the second song kinda reminds me of the jj fad classic supersonic. if you are as old as me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/28913819-371587640472613558?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/371587640472613558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=371587640472613558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4251/3529/1600/466317/the%20hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4251/3529/320/382140/the%20hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aloha mr. hand!&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/28913819-3704729709397899076?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/3704729709397899076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=3704729709397899076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4251/3529/400/52199/mp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4251/3529/1600/247387/mp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4251/3529/400/487486/mp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that pacquiao has beaten the crap out of that sick mexican dude i am sure that he will be welcomed as a hero when he returns to the philippines. i have not seen the bout but i am sure all those testosterone filled people had a field day yesterday. but please tell me i am not the only one bothered by these images.&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/28913819-1944697100154546470?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-116387231142514696</id><published>2006-11-18T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T09:51:51.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice poster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/lost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/400/lost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-116387231142514696?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/116387231142514696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=116387231142514696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/116387231142514696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/116387231142514696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/11/nice-poster.html' title='nice poster'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-116371510324153228</id><published>2006-11-16T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T15:54:13.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoo! alright yeah uh huh-the rapture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4251/3529/1600/494712/wayuh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4251/3529/400/57386/wayuh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of my favorite bands the rapture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-116371510324153228?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/116371510324153228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=116371510324153228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/400/lil%20punks.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i found these cutie image on the web and it reminds me so much of doodlings i used to do. the artist suggests that these little cuties can be turned into pins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-116337236500979428?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/116337236500979428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=116337236500979428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/116337236500979428'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;And I can go on and on and on... but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's deep how you can be so shallow&lt;br /&gt;And I'm afraid cause I have no fear&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't believe in magic&lt;br /&gt;Until I watched you disappear&lt;br /&gt;I wish you where here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can go on and on and on... but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, everybody is somebody&lt;br /&gt;But nobody wants to be themselves&lt;br /&gt;And If I ever wanted to understand me&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to talk to someone else&lt;br /&gt;Cause every little bit helps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can go on and on and on... but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like... the surreal life&lt;br /&gt;But it's still nice&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could live twice&lt;br /&gt;But I still mightif these bones heal right&lt;br /&gt;I see a little light though it's still night&lt;br /&gt;Feels like... surreal like&lt;br /&gt;But its still nice&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could live twice&lt;br /&gt;But I still mightif these bones heal right&lt;br /&gt;I see a little light though it's still night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can go on and on and on... but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;And I can go on and on and on... but who cares?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-116084619268926358?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/116084619268926358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=116084619268926358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/116084619268926358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/116084619268926358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/10/who-cares.html' title='Who Cares'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-116084249657065370</id><published>2006-10-14T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T10:16:45.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>99 problems 2</title><content type='html'>i heard jay-z is getting back in the rap game. he is currently on a world tour and was recently banned in china. he is recording a follow up to the black album and still has the hottest chick in the game wearing his chain. in honor for his return i have another list of what is bothering me these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. tricycles. they are everywhere contributing to noise and air pollution.&lt;br /&gt;2. high school students. they are everywhere contributing to noise and air pollution.&lt;br /&gt;3. my tummy is getting bigger and bigger ever since i worked here.&lt;br /&gt;4. i miss sleeping in the night time. and every time i get the chance to sleep, i sleep until the next day.&lt;br /&gt;5. lunch? what lunch? i take lunch at 2 a.m or 3 a.m. breakfast at 6:30 p.m and dinner at around 8a.m or later depending on my shift.&lt;br /&gt;6.smart has a weak signal at work and in my room.&lt;br /&gt;7.cueshe has sophomore album. so does spongecola. tsk..tsk...&lt;br /&gt;8.eagerly awaiting the bootleg copies of the rapture's pieces of the people we love, the roots debut on def jam, thom yorke's solo joint.&lt;br /&gt;9.secretly liking justin timberlake's future sex/love sounds&lt;br /&gt;10.pussycatdolls. selling out like pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;11.fergie ferg is in the house.&lt;br /&gt;12.i've improved my keyboard skills so to speak. instead of right clicking to cut, paste, undo stuff..i use the control button. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;13.the kaminapomuna cd was awesome. i love tracks from boldstar, sandwich, drip and sound.&lt;br /&gt;14.i dreamt about work twice. and that is a scary thing.&lt;br /&gt;15. i miss wearing my sneakers and jeans. we wear business casual at work from monday to thursday.&lt;br /&gt;16. it's kind of a downer that another friend is leaving museo pambata. the office actually made a soft offer for me and another friend to take new posts. tempting. but we are still on the process of figuring things out. a soft mid-life crisis for me.&lt;br /&gt;17. my life is divided into two activities right now. if i am not working, i am sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;18. i am constantly annoyed by my cousin's friends who hang out at home at the precious.precious time of my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;19. i was tempted to buy the 75th issue of fhm. the one with three covers. assunta, francine and katrina.&lt;br /&gt;20. my face has been oily as hell.&lt;br /&gt;21. my hair is in the awkward i am not that short but not yet long stage. and i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;22. i lost most of my hankies.&lt;br /&gt;23. i missed watching spanish fils at instituto cervantes.&lt;br /&gt;24. that stupid atm machine in sm freaking north ate x thousand of pesos on my account.&lt;br /&gt;25. google bought you tube.&lt;br /&gt;26. i am such a whore because i am only working for thje sole purpose of hearing the *ka-ching sound.&lt;br /&gt;27. um... (fillers)&lt;br /&gt;28. i miss using my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;29. i can not figure out how to transfer my iTunes library to my girls' pc.&lt;br /&gt;30. wanting that sony ericsson walkman phone or a nokia n70.&lt;br /&gt;31. my eyebags are so obvious i should wear a mask.&lt;br /&gt;32. my notebook is already full.&lt;br /&gt;33. some pending friend invites on myspace. add me myspace.com/salamimusica.&lt;br /&gt;34. those sweet words "transfer me to a supervisor, now!"&lt;br /&gt;35. "i am from manila, philippines" long awkward silence comes next.&lt;br /&gt;36. working for the money makes me feel like a whore.&lt;br /&gt;37. thou i was moved for one moment, the oliver stone flick 'world trade center' was kinda lame.&lt;br /&gt;38. thrilled to see drip and sound on free tv.&lt;br /&gt;39. the magnetic card 'jumps' off the slot when you use it at buendia station.&lt;br /&gt;40. i was in tears at that one moment in click. and in barnyard. the moment where the father dies.&lt;br /&gt;41. currently enjoying my Gmail account. try it you guys.&lt;br /&gt;42. there is no i in team.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. the roots and the subways haven't accepted my myspace invite yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be finished in x amount of days...please feel free to make a violent reaction&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-116084249657065370?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/116084249657065370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=116084249657065370' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/116084249657065370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/116084249657065370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/10/99-problems-2.html' title='99 problems 2'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-116008714531236906</id><published>2006-10-05T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T05:54:12.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you for calling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/6100re2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/200/6100re2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;despite all my rage, i am still just a rat in a cage&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-116008714531236906?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/116008714531236906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=116008714531236906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/116008714531236906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/116008714531236906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/10/thank-you-for-calling.html' title='thank you for calling...'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-115973656422954790</id><published>2006-10-01T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T14:02:44.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a bad day for chuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/400/1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry chuck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115973656422954790?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115973656422954790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=115973656422954790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115973656422954790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115973656422954790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/10/bad-day-for-chuck.html' title='a bad day for chuck'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-115972198695821969</id><published>2006-10-01T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T09:59:46.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shut up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/200/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for some weird reason, (maybe the lack of electricity in our place for days now, after the typhoon wrecked manila) my sense of hearing have heightened. and it makes it impossible for me to sleep during the day. i work at night, in case you did not know that. the other day, i begged some kids playing near our place to keep down the noise and i can not freaking sleep. power is not yet back and i miss the background noise which is the neighbors tv, my electric fan and whatever is playing on my cd player. in that case, it might be chilli tees, kaminapomuna, the new one from justin timberlake, gnarls barkley (still a favorite), pharrel's solo joint, scissor sisters and the soundtrack to outkast's idlewild. i'll do anything to have the power back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115972198695821969?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115972198695821969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=115972198695821969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115972198695821969'/><link rel='self' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"whenever i feel like working, i lay down and try to sleep it off."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sent by an anonymous friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115931250982623127?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115931250982623127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=115931250982623127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115931250982623127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115931250982623127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/09/work-ethic-101.html' title='work ethic 101'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-115907013692530924</id><published>2006-09-23T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T20:57:45.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>raves</title><content type='html'>i may sound like i am so bummed in my last post but i am still happy to be alive and kicking. also my girlfriend and i are spending more quality time than we ever did. life is really what you make of it. i love my life, and during the times that i am not working or sleeping that is what i should do. live. the world is still a happy place to live in. i have seen click with my girlfriend and we both cried like babies near the movies end. and we did not expect that from an adam sandler movie. well, i almost cried when i saw spanglish.&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, its crazy my diet is consist of mostly liquid products these days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;dutch mill yogurt drink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chuckie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;magnolia or nestle frsh milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;del monte pineapple orange&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;summit sparkling water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;coffee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have a few new cd's that's been stuck in my player for quite a while. kaminapomuna. chilli tees. also can not wait for new releases from my faves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;someone asked me to start a band from work. cant wait for the first jam session. maybe if i do something creative i'd feel better about work. maybe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115907013692530924?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115907013692530924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=115907013692530924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115907013692530924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115907013692530924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/09/raves.html' title='raves'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-115906931188488923</id><published>2006-09-23T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T20:45:12.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pare ayoko na!</title><content type='html'>paano ko ba ito sisimulan?&lt;br /&gt;mag simula tayo sa kawalan ng tulog. ito siguro ang pinakamahirap na adjustment sa lahat. sanay akong mapuyat. dati rati kahit apat na oras lang ng tulog masaya na ako. ngayon kahit 24 oras na tulog yata kulang pa e. iba talaga kapag gabi ka natutulog. makatulog man ako sa araw, inaantok pa din ako. kahit kailan hindi ko inasahan ang sarili ko na gagamit ng extra joss o lipovitan o ion para tumagal sa trabaho pero minsan nga balewala na ang mga ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung adjustment naman sa mga tao ang pag uusapan...wala naman talagang problema. madami dami na rin naman ang mga bagong kaibigan sa trabaho. kailangan mo nga lang masanay na hinsi kayo sabay sabay sa lunch, sa breaks o nang uwian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trabaho...madugo. akala ko nung una, tatanggap lang ako ng tawag mula sa amerika, ano bang mahirap dun? wala...ang mahirap kapag na corner ka ng caller na hindi mo sya matutulungan dahil sa policy ng company. or ayaw ng customer ng tulong mo dahil bad trip sya...hindi sa akin kung hindi sa company. whew. and dont get me started about the company, in a nutshell i am working for a company that works to get money, the more money you save/get for the company the better. at hindi ako ganun, ang nature ko eh to make a difference in someone's day or kung may chance sa buhay nila. i want to inspire pare. sabi ko sa girlfriend ko...i'll try my best to make the most of the situation. sabi naman ng isang kasama sa trabaho, saan ka ba kikita ng X amount of pesos sa pag sagot ng telepono. oo nga naman. pero ang pera, hindi naman talaga mahalaga sa akin. pero para mabuhay tayo sa ngayon, kailangan natin ang pera. so nagtatrabaho ako para sa pera. okay lang yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week, naisip ko na mag resign, bumalik sa museo pambata, mag aral, gusto kong maging guro, gisto kong gumawa ng marami pang bagay. ayokong umupo at sumagot ng telepono. pero sa ngayon kakapitan ko muna yung matitirang optimist sa pagkatao ko. hopefully makakagawa rin ako ng difference sa buhay ng nga tao sa paligid ko at yung mga nakakausap ko pag gabi. siguro ang nasa isip nyo ang baduy ko o ang babaw ko....eh ganito ako eh. ano magagawa ko?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115906931188488923?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115906931188488923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=115906931188488923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115906931188488923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115906931188488923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/09/pare-ayoko-na.html' title='pare ayoko na!'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-115838908394781483</id><published>2006-09-15T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T20:22:44.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do not believe the hype</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dont want to sound like i am complaining, but i am. it is a different environment. maybe i need a little more time to adjust to the big aquarium.i mean i have been in a small aquarium for almost five years. i just hope it happens in time before i try to get out thru the filter like nemo did. somebody save me. i am not waving, i am drowning. :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115838908394781483?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115838908394781483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=115838908394781483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115838908394781483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115838908394781483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/09/do-not-believe-hype.html' title='do not believe the hype'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-115726795522889985</id><published>2006-09-03T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T23:35:23.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ah...this is probably the most awaited day of the year. sorry christmas. anyway, we are two years old. yey! well i couldn't be any happier and content. being with mae is the bestest thing that ever happened to me. thou our schedule had been crazy lately, it is really cool that we still get to hang out for breakfast and dinner. welcome to year three. it is bliss being with her. i love mae. one day i'll get her a ring and ask her a question. oh i already got her a ring. but i'll give her the one with a rock that you can't break unless with that kind of rock. you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;and soon i want her to have my last name. and we'll be somewhere, she'll dress up in white and i'll be in tux or barong. and all our friends will be there too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115726795522889985?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115726795522889985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=115726795522889985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115726795522889985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115726795522889985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/09/anniversary.html' title='anniversary'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-115677049436727673</id><published>2006-08-28T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T06:08:14.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you benadryl AH</title><content type='html'>okay...let me see if i can tell this story in proper order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday afer work i spilled &lt;em&gt;taho&lt;/em&gt; on my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday i said goodbye to my yahoo! wavemates because i thought i was not joining them for a session at mike's place. my girlfriend sort of talked me into joining them. so we did. and we did venture in a place we will call tayuman. this will have some sort of relevance later in the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after a breakfast of minute burger and nissin cup sotanghon, the group started the drinking session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 8am. :-)&lt;br /&gt;crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my first morning drinking session ever. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after an x amount of red horse logged into our respective bellies, mike put out his videoke microphone thingy. and tayuman was never the same. since songs were limited we have to re-do some pieces previously done by people who were there during the first night there. it was crazy. so after tiring ourselves with singing, my girlfriend asked me to go home. so we did. and i (we) slept the whole day, with out lunch, with out snack or anything. after i brought my girl home to quezon city, i went home and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday morning was tough. i could not fucking breathe because of my nasal allergies. so i got breakfast and 50mg of benadryl ah. i was trying to read this book i've been trying to finish, but soon enough i was under the influence. again i slept all day (not by choice) except for the times that i talked to my girl over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there, that's how my weekend turned out to be. i did not do laundry and did not do my homework. har har.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115677049436727673?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115677049436727673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>waiting for september 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/Image005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/400/Image005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this photo was taken inside the wpd headquarters last july. that is me and my girlfriend mae. we were tripping on taking our pictures while we were waiting for something. anyways, in the coming days will be 2 years old. i probably have not stated it here yet, but my girl means the world to me. this is some kind of my advance greeting. i'll add more crazy pictures of us soon. and if ever you are reading this...i love you. xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115651188097920999?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115651188097920999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=115651188097920999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115651188097920999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115651188097920999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/08/waiting-for-september-4.html' title='waiting for september 4'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-115616498939962154</id><published>2006-08-21T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T06:04:43.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mug shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/CONVERGYS_4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/400/CONVERGYS_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yahoo wave 8 after CCT. mwahahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/CHEE[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/200/CHEE%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a picture of me inside the training room moments before CCT wrapped up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115616498939962154?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115616498939962154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=115616498939962154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115616498939962154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115616498939962154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/08/mug-shots.html' title='mug shots'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-115593249273809892</id><published>2006-08-18T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T13:21:32.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>must stay awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/400/00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i am in a constant battle with myself. this is me saying to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115593249273809892?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115593249273809892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=115593249273809892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115593249273809892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115593249273809892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/08/must-stay-awake.html' title='must stay awake'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-115581984425555463</id><published>2006-08-17T05:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T06:14:58.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pocket fuzzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after arriving from work this morning i...um...slept.&lt;br /&gt;dozed off.&lt;br /&gt;collected zzz's.&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;yes i did. it was after all my first night having a graveyard shift. i put on pharrell's in my mind on the cd player and i have it on loop. i woke a little late for lunch and tried to get some sleep again. it may take a little while before i get used to this. yawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115581984425555463?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115581984425555463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=115581984425555463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115581984425555463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115581984425555463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/08/pocket-fuzzzz.html' title='pocket fuzzzz'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-115573428985622893</id><published>2006-08-16T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T15:20:39.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rants and raves</title><content type='html'>rants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i have been transacting with BIR offices in manila and pasig for the transfer of my tax payments from my previous job to the new one and man they are giving me such a hard time for a simple task that they can do for a tax payer. last week i was at BIR manila to file the request of the transfer...i think that was tuesday, i was so surprised when the dude told me i have to come back on monday to get the forms. well, my officemates who transacted at the makati office got to do it for a day, as for me i have to wait for a few days. so i did. i got the papers last monday and i brought it to BIR pasig, unfortunately, BIR manila have not yet transferred my files and this lady told me that i may come back tomorrow. so i let another day pass, i came back this morning, yes the files were transferred already and the awful thing is i need not go there anymore. geez.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i accompanied my girlfriend to have her NBI clearance renewed at this center in carriedo. well dont you think it sucks that you have to pay twenty pesos to get in. well, apparently the "entrance fee" pays for the maintainance of the building. dont they have funds for that. anyway, i find it stupid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;raves&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/ha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/200/ha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/gb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/gb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/gb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/200/gb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/gb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/ts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/200/ts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;new cd's!!! a few weeks ago my girlfriend bought me the latest album from the streets. that's mike skinner, the british rapper. i also finally got gnarls barkley's st.elsewhere. i also have pharrell williams' solo joint and head automatica's sophomore cd. yey!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;last night i saw gnarls barkley perform crazy live at david letterman's show. &lt;em&gt;that made me crazyyyy....probably....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115573428985622893?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115573428985622893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=115573428985622893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115573428985622893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115573428985622893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/08/rants-and-raves.html' title='rants and raves'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-115501444735500151</id><published>2006-08-07T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T06:08:14.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/400/c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the jungle. here is a photo of me with my yahoo! friends from convergys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo taken by manong guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/chee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/400/chee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;here is a picture of me with my favorite bikini bottom denizen, spongebob squarepants. okay, okay it's just a stupid mascot in sm north edsa. but man, i was damn excited to see him. i love spongebob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo taken by mae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115501444735500151?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115501444735500151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=115501444735500151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115501444735500151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115501444735500151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/08/pics.html' title='pics'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-115311204432299565</id><published>2006-07-16T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T21:54:04.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>oh god! it feels great to wake up at ten in the morning. today is my first day out of museo pambata. i get a two week break before i start at convergys. i got a little dillema at hand, a friend of my former boss wants me to work for her. i am settled with convergys already, i got a little plan worked out and i do not want to work for her. of course i can not tell her that. i don't know what to do. i am just taking a few minutes on-line, later i got laundry to face. two weeks worth of laundry at that. i also got tons of stuff to sort out, you know things i brought home from the office. docs, letters, flyers etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it for now. tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115311204432299565?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115311204432299565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=115311204432299565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115311204432299565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115311204432299565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/07/untitled_16.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-115297404742248043</id><published>2006-07-15T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T08:25:17.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the end is the beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/Picture033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/Picture033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. officially this is my last day as a museo pambata employee. i spent the day outside the museum for a commitment with some partners.i try to live everyday like it is my last so today is not different among the others. i failed to say goodbye to some people and i have not finished packing the stuff i got in my drawer. something is drawing me back. i just know that come monday, i won't be going there anymore. and i will miss everyone. see you around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115297404742248043?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115297404742248043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=115297404742248043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115297404742248043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115297404742248043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/07/end-is-beginning.html' title='the end is the beginning'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-115279741101979483</id><published>2006-07-13T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T06:30:11.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>try to be a monk</title><content type='html'>after office today i realized that hair was not for me. i visited the hair fairy and have my hair disappear. i could save a lot on shampoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115279741101979483?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115279741101979483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=115279741101979483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115279741101979483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115279741101979483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/07/try-to-be-monk.html' title='try to be a monk'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-115275553430567007</id><published>2006-07-12T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T06:26:17.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bizaare addiction alert</title><content type='html'>Gnarls Barkley"Crazy"&lt;br /&gt;(from the debut album "St. Elsewhere:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;There was something so pleasant about that place&lt;br /&gt;Even your emotions had an echo and so much space&lt;br /&gt;And when you're out there without care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I was out of touch&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't because&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know enough&lt;br /&gt;I just knew too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make me Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Does that make me Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Does that make me Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Possibly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that you are having the time of your life&lt;br /&gt;But think twice, that's my only advice&lt;br /&gt;Come on now who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you&lt;br /&gt;think you are, ha ha ha bless your soul&lt;br /&gt;you really think you're in control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you're Crazy&lt;br /&gt;I think you're Crazy&lt;br /&gt;I think you're Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Just like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on the limb&lt;br /&gt;All I remember is thinking I want to be like them.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was little, ever since I was little&lt;br /&gt;It looked like fun&lt;br /&gt;And it's no coincidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come&lt;br /&gt;And I can die when I'm done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Maybe I'm Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i heard this song the other day and i just can't get it out of my head. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;does that make me crazy? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;probably.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;check them out. gnarls barkley is dj dangermouse and cee-lo green from goodie mob.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/gnarlsbarkley"&gt;www.myspace.com/gnarlsbarkley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gnarlsbarkley.com"&gt;www.gnarlsbarkley.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or visit my myspace profile at&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.myspace.com/salamimusica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115275553430567007?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115275553430567007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=115275553430567007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115275553430567007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/400/Picture%20010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my days are numbered working for museo pambata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my last week. last sunday my girlfriend took this photo of me riding the galleon. i am the captain of my own ship, and i must sail away from roxas boulevard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a great experience working for the  place where learning begins and the fun never ends. as i said before, first you are a part of museo pambata then it becomes a part of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115258879516747199?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115258879516747199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>ah...it is the lunch break and i just downed my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angie's&lt;/span&gt; pork adobo and rice. plenty of time to update my blog. well, it's down to over a week of working for museo pambata. this morning i was sorting out things in my drawer and i took down that sappy little path of looking back to the good old days. i found letters, memos, flyers, artworks and photographs that i have stuffed in the drawer. i found a poem, you can read it below this entry. while enjoying lunch, we were treated to classical music, thanks to our dear president who listens to master's touch. i had the feeling i was in a 1940's american movie with the music on our background. man, i'll miss this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115224602369068075?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-115224306183740066</id><published>2006-07-06T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T01:04:51.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everything is cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/idlip.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/320/idlip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are sweating&lt;br /&gt;droplets of perspiration&lt;br /&gt;heavy breathing&lt;br /&gt;anticipation&lt;br /&gt;breathe in oxygen&lt;br /&gt;breathe out carbon dioxide&lt;br /&gt;free your mind&lt;br /&gt;but mind your head&lt;br /&gt;square inch of skin&lt;br /&gt;millions of nerve endings&lt;br /&gt;happy endings&lt;br /&gt;new beginnings&lt;br /&gt;place your hands&lt;br /&gt;where i can not see&lt;br /&gt;close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and there you'll be&lt;br /&gt;the room is blue&lt;br /&gt;and so is me&lt;br /&gt;made a wish&lt;br /&gt;upon plastic stars&lt;br /&gt;rise and shine&lt;br /&gt;there you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;found this poem i wrote two years ago as i was sorting out papers in my office drawer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115224306183740066?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115224306183740066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=115224306183740066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115224306183740066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115224306183740066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/07/everything-is-cool.html' title='everything is cool'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-115207378631891396</id><published>2006-07-04T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:32:58.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bizaare addiction alert</title><content type='html'>i am hooked on the following stuff.&lt;br /&gt;must resist... temptation... must stay awake... must warn others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the magic numbers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nido fruit flavored milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dutchmill strawberry yoghurt drink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spanish films at instituto cervantes (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y habla espanyol?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fried slices of giant squid at u-belt area&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the strokes' first impressions of the earth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hollaback girl, this shit is banana's B-A-N-A-N-A-S!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the house of jealous lovers (cowbell, more cowbell please)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toyo kalamansi sili, &lt;/span&gt;can't eat without it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;you have been warned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115207378631891396?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115207378631891396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=115207378631891396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115207378631891396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115207378631891396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/07/bizaare-addiction-alert.html' title='bizaare addiction alert'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-115199831806858107</id><published>2006-07-04T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T00:56:46.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fete de la musique</title><content type='html'>well, well, well after getting enough sleep and a few minutes to go on-line, i finally get to write about fete de la musique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year's fest was a little mediocre, the organizer's disclaimer was the event was cooked up in a week and six days. i try to see fete every year. this year none of the fete veterans like pinikpikan and radioactive sago project. for this event the organizers posted bulletins on e-groups and what we got is a fresh roster of bands who performed that evening. i went to mall of asia with liquid candy-lorna. we checked out the world music stage first and was treated to groups playing various percussions and ethnic instruments. i apologize dearly for i forgot to take note of some of the bands' name. we checked out the commercial music stage on the music hall of mall of asia and there was not a lot of people there. we later met with liquid candy-mike, abby and paolo, and also carla with her sister beng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;young bands nowadays are too flashy, too eclectic. a lot of them wanted to display all their influences and skills that sometimes it seems that they are out of focus. i enjoyed it and i even tried to write one- liners for each band that i saw. there were four stages and 29 bands playing for each, i wish i could divide myself so i get to see everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed sets by nyco maca, sheila and the insects, cambio, pupil, cocojam and caliph8. they were the reasons i went to fete. it kinda sucks i missed them. but here are the few notables to be mentioned here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;earth fish fish- they look and sound refreshing. co-ed group with a male singer with a female sounding voice. their socio-political songs are cute in a mid-90's kinda vibe. bouncy guitars, great hooks. i like their female guitar player. you guys rock.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tether(?)- i am not sure of the band's name, but i can not forget their set and their fashion-forward friends who were dancing in front of the stage. another co-ed band with a female singer this time. she carries herself well as she bops around the stage. she even did the robot at one point in their two song set. they sound very modern with a guy playing loops on his laptop ( he looks like he's updating his blog) and droning surf guitars. you guys rock.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kadangyan-they are a multi-ethnic band who hails from cebu and baguio. their take on world music got the people on their feet clapping to every beat and dancing around. the crowd went wild with their set and people yelleed for more from them. unfortunately no encores from them. arrrgh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;okay there was also this band whom i forgot, their drummer was doing the vocals standing up and the guitar and bass players were also from tether. i love their punk attitude and sound. i hope somebody can tell me what thee group's name is. they rock.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the late isabel-it's 2 am and i came from work so i was a little sleepy waiting for sheila and the insects on the north stage...then the late isabel takes the stage. you know them the goth band fronted by cutie, wawi navarosa. they has a powerful set even if their songs were slow and hypnotic. they previewed material from their upcoming sophomore record. i love them already. i am a convert. i used to hate them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;the others will be forgotten but this guys will be on my memory and on this blog. too bad liquid candy turned down this gig. you guys talaga. anyway, that's about it for now. ciao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-115156971811125422</id><published>2006-06-29T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T05:24:17.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>matisyahu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/matisyahu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/200/matisyahu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sings! he raps! he beatboxes like crazy! he haven't shaved for quite a while! he's jewish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out this dude, he is matisyahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try the live at stubbs album as introduction to this man and his music. his latest record called youth is also out for your listening pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do-digitty-checkitout!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115156971811125422?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115156971811125422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=115156971811125422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115156971811125422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115156971811125422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/06/matisyahu.html' title='matisyahu'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-115156818978176442</id><published>2006-06-29T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:41:45.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time to reflect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/200/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last monday, after our regular monday meeting, we had a special meeting. a workshop at that. facilitated by our dear president. she challenged the staff of museo pambata to be transparent and to be honest in saying what do we want to say. the office is faced with a slight dillema, four persons have filed their resignation last week. the spirit in the office kinda sucks. the word unity is so alien to staff members. we are like a disfunctional family, everybody has their own business and some people has not spoken to each other for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost everybody claimed they love the company and they are staying there because they have a passion for children's causes and shit. it's like a beauty pageant...everyone has winning answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after hearing everybody, i realized that every body should probably get in front of the mirror and reflect. i told myself at the beginning ofthe excercise that i'd try to shut up but i couldn't. i was one of the two who was brave enough to speakout. i was only thinking out loud when i said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, sure. we all love museo pambata. we all love children, it's our personal motives that is driving us apart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reflect you guys. reflect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115156818978176442?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115156818978176442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=115156818978176442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115156818978176442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115156818978176442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/06/time-to-reflect.html' title='time to reflect'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-115156338611635255</id><published>2006-06-28T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T01:33:57.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i shaved today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/children%20with%20hairy%20faces.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/320/children%20with%20hairy%20faces.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;today, i woke up feeling really bummed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i helped around in the construction of my girlfriend's house. i helped carry cement and stuff. after the day my girlfriend mae and i cleaned their bathroom &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a la &lt;/span&gt;zanjoe and bianca of pbb fame, minus the cameras of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my days are numbered working for museo pambata. i am trying to make it worthwhile being here in the office.&lt;br /&gt;i am wearing my spanking new jacket and i shaved this morning. i just felt like people should see my face today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115156338611635255?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115156338611635255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=115156338611635255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115156338611635255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115156338611635255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-shaved-today.html' title='i shaved today'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-115156259044894353</id><published>2006-06-28T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T05:38:11.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do not believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/illusion.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/400/illusion.1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are living in a very confusing world. i remember elena asking me this questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;if money does not grow on trees, how come banks have branches?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;why does pizza come in a square box?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if we shouldn't drink and drive, why do bars have parking spaces?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;and i always ask my girlfriend mae...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;why is it called a building if it's already built?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;why do superheroes wear their underpants outside?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;bakit dilaw ang pula ng itlog?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;bakit puti ang yelo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;we may never get the answers, thou my girlfriend explained that the word building we use to call a structure is in fact a noun and not to be confused with building the verb. the same logic follows for the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;pula ng itlog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes life gives us challenges that seems a little impossible to surpass. we sometimes look for answers elsewhere when what we are looking for is right on the tip of our nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just don't believe everything that you see. our senses can sometimes be fooled. as a friend used to say, batman isn't always wearing the batsuit. well, i like superman way better because nomatter what he do, he is always superman. he disguises himself as clark kent. to be one of us. vulnerable. weak. confused. and has to meet his deadlines. or else his boss will yell at him. i am lucky, i do not have bosses who yell at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at the picture above this entry. does it look like it's moving to you? it's not.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115156259044894353?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115156259044894353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=115156259044894353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115156259044894353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115156259044894353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/06/do-not-believe.html' title='do not believe'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-115061108673586058</id><published>2006-06-17T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T01:02:26.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>burned out</title><content type='html'>after five years, well almost five years of working for museo pambata, i finally threw the towel, i quit. the working situation in the office has turned from bad to worse. it sucks the energy in me to be working with some of the people there. it breaks my heart to go, but this is something that i have to do. i have to lose this battle to win the war so to speak. i just hope the others who will be left behind won't be as weak hearted as i am. because if they are, the dark side of the force will win. i just do not want to work half hearted. i mean i love museo pambata, the people i have met, the places i have been to and most importantly the person i have become i owe to the company and it really sucks i have to go. i just don't want to grow old there. museo pambata is for the young and the young at heart. i feel so old already, and to paraphrase kurt cobain...&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather burn out than fade away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115061108673586058?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115061108673586058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=115061108673586058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115061108673586058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115061108673586058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/06/burned-out.html' title='burned out'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-115061050814553272</id><published>2006-06-17T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T23:01:48.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled 01</title><content type='html'>whew it's sunday afternoon and i just woke up after that nice nap i had after my kare-kare lunch. what a week man? it's some kind of relief we do not have to work today. i can not believe it's sunday already. here is a summary of what happened this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i tried my luck getting in the call center business, after an interview, where i talked about homer simpson and the rice terraces, two 45-minute exams, and a final interview... i got in. i got a job offer. the crazy thing is...in the cover of the company's application form it says, now or never.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i finally finished drafting my resignation letter. i submitted it and waiting for what the bosses will say.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i was in and out of the office this week. the only great news i've heard was from lorna who gave me a call while i was watching the gorillaz dvd. what we talked about can not be published here. lorna is also quitting from museo pambata. the automatism trio (me, elena and lorna) is qutting from work to do different things, you already know what elena and i will be doing...lorna might work for this outdoor advertising firm. sure i will miss lorna too. we had this unique way of communicating in the office when we do not want the others to hear. crazy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i have watched the gorillaz live in manchester dvd, the pearl jam touring band video, missed that kanye west live gig at myx and listened to matisyahu's youth every night of the week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i was also in a funeral of my girlfriend's boss' boyfriend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what a week?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-115061050814553272?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/115061050814553272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=115061050814553272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115061050814553272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/115061050814553272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/06/untitled-01.html' title='untitled 01'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-114986255849097793</id><published>2006-06-09T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T22:18:02.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate I LUV NY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/i%20hate%20ny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/400/i%20hate%20ny.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that is me with jennilyn mercado. the bitch would not move her skinny ass in to the light kaya we have a grainy photo. thanks to museo pambata guide cristine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f*ck this new show on gma 7. first and foremost it promotes colonial mentality, look at the title.&lt;br /&gt;second it sets an illusion that filipinos living in new york should dress up with wigs and dress up like drag queens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-114986255849097793?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/114986255849097793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=114986255849097793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/114986255849097793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/114986255849097793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-hate-i-luv-ny.html' title='i hate I LUV NY'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-114986166843547551</id><published>2006-06-09T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T07:01:08.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kudos to rem and kate</title><content type='html'>the other day my college friend rem, that is short for ronny rembranth, and his wife kate dropped by the office an hour before lunch time. i was so excited to see them, i gave them a hug and a museum tour. after a few minutes of seeing the museum they told me that now they understand why i stayed here for almost five years. and it breaks my heart to tell them that i am selling my soul to the devil so to speak. i will be leaving museo pambata in the coming days. to get in the call center bandwagon. and because i can not continue working at the museum anymore due to reasons i can not share here. i had lunch with them and rem said this short prayer for me. thay are now one of my agents, they'll hook me up with the Boss upstairs. i so pray also, but you know what they say, there is power in numbers. and with two of my friends quitting, the dark side of the force is gaining power. ha. what am i saying? well, rem and kate tried to put some sense into my head because i was a bit emotional that morning. after the tour, i got them a museo pambata shirt. but they insisted to pay for it. in dollars. rem and kate will soon be flying to new york. God bless you guys. see you. in new york.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-114986166843547551?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/114986166843547551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=114986166843547551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/114986166843547551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/114986166843547551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/06/kudos-to-rem-and-kate.html' title='kudos to rem and kate'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-114951164979326538</id><published>2006-06-05T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T00:39:51.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>elena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/cheeboi%20022.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/320/cheeboi%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elena, that lady in blue at the extreme right of the picture you see above this entry, will be leaving the happiest place this side of roxas boulevard to go back to school and make coffee for starbucks. i will be missing her, alongside her crew of museum guides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture was taken last year during the live set of a morning television show which they did in museo pambata. we were in no speaking terms during the shoot, but after the roller coaster of a ride we have been thru nothing could top our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elena and i are in a fictional band called salami musica, i play guitar and she plays bass we share vocal duties and play lounge version of favorite tunes from the pas to the present. we have to find a drummer first and we will rock your socks off soon. elena, lorna and i co-wrote a piece called automatism. a piece about individuals ranting about their saapy lives and asking questions that do not have answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i hate to see her go, her medical conditions and some bitter truths lead her to leave the company. i will miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leap and the net will appear girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-114951164979326538?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/114951164979326538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=114951164979326538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/114951164979326538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/114951164979326538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/06/elena.html' title='elena'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-114933039888317305</id><published>2006-06-03T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T03:26:38.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eddie vedder-local h</title><content type='html'>that's it&lt;br /&gt;i quit&lt;br /&gt;i don't give a shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you are&lt;br /&gt;you're as good as dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i was eddie vedder&lt;br /&gt;would you like me any better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-114933039888317305?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/114933039888317305/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-114933029360857156</id><published>2006-06-03T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T03:24:53.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on the other side-the strokes</title><content type='html'>i hate them all&lt;br /&gt;i hate them all&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself&lt;br /&gt;for hating them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other side&lt;br /&gt;nobody's waiting for me on the other side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-114933029360857156?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/114933029360857156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=114933029360857156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/114933029360857156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/114933029360857156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/06/on-other-side-strokes.html' title='on the other side-the strokes'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-114932921215896922</id><published>2006-06-03T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:13:31.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the day i tried to live</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/1600/Superman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/3069/400/Superman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm super like the son of jor-el. my girlfriend mae took this photo of me and superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day i ditched the office to accompany my girl to an interview in the conyo city of makati. well that was the plan. she ditched the interview and we spent the day together instead.&lt;br /&gt;the company does not look promising and i talked her out of the gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to a mall and sort of spent the day there. we saw that movie... da vinci code. of course it's hollywood version is not as good as the book. i have read a few pages from the book . i do not have that luxury to sit down and read. i just can not understand the fuzz about it. how come they do not show it in manila? whatever the reason, i hated it. it is up to the person's judgement to decide what the movie is trying to communicate anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the movie we were also in divisoria, my girl's feet are killing her because of the sandals she was wearing. we got a pair of miss sixty slippers and this funky converse trucker cap in 168 mall. the mall is back. with a vengeance, a new wing i mean. we were there when BIR powertripped on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we covered a lot of ground talking that day. she talked about a former friend who deleted her on friendster and i went on yapping how tough it is to be in the office these days. so tough that i started drafting a resignation letter. i never imagined i would be leaving the office just because...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-114932921215896922?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/114932921215896922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=114932921215896922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/114932921215896922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/114932921215896922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/06/day-i-tried-to-live.html' title='the day i tried to live'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-114905063026434597</id><published>2006-05-30T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:43:20.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>99 problems</title><content type='html'>According to rapper Jay-Z, he got 99 problems but his b*tch ain't one. This is my own version.Here are some of the things that are bothering me right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Dallas Mavericks and Phoenix Suns are facing off for NBA's western conference finals, and they are my favorite teams.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really think Steve Nash should get a haircut.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two of my best friends at work are quitting. Winners never quit girls!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starbucks have not yet assigned me to a store. It's been six weeks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Those guys with motorcycles that has a speaker somewhere in their bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can not rip my Mars Volta CD to iTunes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I claimed to have watched the Lord of the Rings series, but I actually slept on those movies. Damn you, Peter Jackson.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The left ear piece of my iPod does not work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's f*cking impossible to sign up to Smart's 258.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most of my sneakers are big for my size.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gravity is taking toll on my belly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are more hip hop songs on my music library than rock. Wat up dawg!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who wears baggy pants and jerseys.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who wear chucks and black shirts with ______(insert emo band name) logo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our dog's hair keep on falling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can not tune my own freaking guitar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am afraid of the dentist.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roaches flying around at night time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love Radio, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kailangan pa bang&lt;/span&gt;... oh my God they got me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na din.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People with bad musical tastes often play their music loud.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The new Red Hot Chili Peppers CD are so good I can't take them out of my CD player at home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;These new briefs are giving me wedgies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite 'come to bed' shirt is fading.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Type1 pants are so tight my friend Elena nicknamed it pekpek pants.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think My Chemical Romance's Gerard Way looks like Billy Corgan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nelly should have retired from the rap game instead of Jay-Z.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It takes forever to upload a photo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is no Smart signal in my room and in my itsybitsy corner in the office.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raymund Marasigan has too many bands.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The new Captain Barbell.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They do not show Da Vinci Code in Manila.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cueshe. Nuff said.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The flooding number of emo/screamo releases at Tower Recto.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The decreasing number of indie releases at Tower Recto.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't find a pirated version of Sergio Mendez's Timeless album.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can not find Fader magazines anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The players in this internet shop are annoying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That song Narda. I can't get it out of my head.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That song Nasaan Ka. It sounds like Sikat Na si Pedro.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Somebody has been using my slippers at home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Richard Gutierrez is overexposed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And so does Angel Locsin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am glad that Jewel in the Palace is coming to a close.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eagerly anticipating the return of the Black Eyed Peas in Manila.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eagerly awaiting the Kanye West/Pharrel Williams collaboration.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The new Strokes album kinda sucks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fall Out Boy. Nuff said.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Somebody had been playing Coheed and Cambria in my dreams. Damn you Claudio Sanchez.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MMDA pink fences.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Non air-con couches at LRT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thay do not have an LRT that reach Sunog Apog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or Baesa for that matter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Might as well get Remy Zero's Somebody Save Me for Captain Barbell because they totally ripped off Smallville.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The word resignation is being thrown around in the office like ping-pong balls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My resignation letter is an empty page until this moment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some of my officemates will probably throw a big celebration the moment I quit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doubtful that Kim Atienza is leaving politics for good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I see his father Lito everywhere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Limited battery life of my phone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The phrase "Leap and the net will appear."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doubtful that the net will appear if I take the leap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is no I in team.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can not find decent sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is Mighty Bond stuck on my fingers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate i luv ny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If i wanted to see Smallville I will tune in to studio 23. f*ck gma 7.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The new James Bond.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eagerly awaiting Superman Returns.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This number.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The rainy season. Flooding your streets real soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My folding umbrella gave up on me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Casette tapes in my house. What's that?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CD's with special packaging ruin my catalog process.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spin magazine is shrinking. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't seem to find my morning view sessions video.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's tough to remove this bench hair wax from my hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Old spice making my underarms dark.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fashion victims who make up for their lack of style by wearing branded clothes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who are working advertisments of Tribal, Dickies, Mossimo etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who spray cologne on public transpo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who never say thank you. Unappreciative little pricks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My allergies to dust and animal hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At 26 years old I am such an old man.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is Hale's Champ Lui-pio's problem?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is Ebe Dancel so whiny?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rap metal bands denying their rap metal past.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kanye West's ego.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why does Bamboo always appear oily?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What the f*ck is Up Dharma Down doing on that shampoo commercial?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That killer moment when the clock strikes five.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do people still watch wrestling?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is there anything Manny Pacquiao wouldn't endorse?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it called a building if it's already built?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bakit dilaw ang pula ng itlog?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bakit puti ang yelo?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My receding hairline.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That music video where Jojo Alejar is trying to be Christoper Walken in the Weapon of Choice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That annoying lady in those PLDT commercials.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eager to join the next Pinoy Big Brother, I need a million and a new house, man. Everybody does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-114905063026434597?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/114905063026434597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=114905063026434597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/114905063026434597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/114905063026434597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/05/99-problems.html' title='99 problems'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28913819.post-114888823494066656</id><published>2006-05-29T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T00:37:14.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pepper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    i don't mind the sun sometimes&lt;br /&gt;    the images it shows&lt;br /&gt;    i can taste you on my lips&lt;br /&gt;    and smell you in my clothes&lt;br /&gt;    cinnamon and sugary   &lt;br /&gt;    and softly spoken lies&lt;br /&gt;    you'll never know just how you look&lt;br /&gt;    to other people's eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28913819-114888823494066656?l=bitterocampo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/feeds/114888823494066656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28913819&amp;postID=114888823494066656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/114888823494066656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28913819/posts/default/114888823494066656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterocampo.blogspot.com/2006/05/pepper.html' title='pepper'/><author><name>Chee Carrasco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006910109951912423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/diabetics/pogi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
