<?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-7380593935550696040</id><updated>2012-02-12T18:52:49.010-08:00</updated><category term='Pia'/><category term='news'/><category term='movies'/><category term='pharmacy'/><category term='books'/><category term='Homer'/><category term='tribute'/><category term='death'/><category term='oldies but goodies'/><category term='Greg Daniels'/><category term='bout of ennui'/><category term='B and B&apos;s'/><category term='updates'/><category term='Pushing Daisies'/><category term='cradle-snatching'/><category term='lessons of the day'/><category term='giggling like a moron'/><category term='memes'/><category 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term='cool video'/><category term='Kool Aid'/><category term='babies'/><category term='strike'/><category term='Mike White'/><category term='Lost'/><category term='Phyllis'/><category term='Dunder Mifflin'/><category term='facial hair'/><category term='jazz hands'/><category term='The Simpsons'/><category term='America'/><category term='USA'/><category term='homework'/><category term='Garbage'/><category term='no to BBQ as form of punishment'/><category term='bits and pieces'/><category term='Meredith'/><category term='FIERCE'/><category term='NPR'/><category term='Dumbledore'/><category term='knight in shining armor'/><category term='Me in 15 years'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='favorites'/><category term='Paul (Toby)'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='politics'/><category term='sexual animals'/><category term='bad friend'/><category term='Kevin'/><category term='Uncle Sam'/><category term='Science'/><category term='quest for the best'/><category term='days of the week'/><category term='I&apos;m a hater'/><category term='Creed'/><category term='acappella'/><category term='food'/><category term='What I do for fun'/><category term='preggers'/><category term='features'/><category term='anime'/><category term='mad skillz'/><category term='racial pigeon-holing'/><category term='coming out of the closet'/><category term='Second Life'/><title type='text'>A Slice of Pi</title><subtitle type='html'>Disclaimer:  This blog has nothing to do with Math... sorry.  This was just my attempt at being witty, my name isn't even pronounced the same way.  I do know four decimal places in pi (3.1416!), not good enough?  Again, my apologies.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-7130131593223720010</id><published>2010-04-02T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T12:27:33.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not as articulate as I want to be'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Good Friday?</title><content type='html'>Today's Good Friday. I've always observed traditional practices during Lent... not this year. To start with, it's not that easy to observe Lent after moving to the U.S. (also, I am part of the workforce now), but I have modified it a bit where I can still attend mass, do the confession, etc. I also abstain from doing something (usually shopping, eating meat) beginning Ash Wednesday and during the season's 40-day duration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from a devout Catholic family. We attended mass regularly, I attended Catholic school from kindergarden through college, my brother was an altar-server, my sister and I were members of "Hijas de Maria" and the children's choir. I was even secretary of the Religion Club in high school. That's right, a club with a lot of praying involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with that background (which was pretty common if one was raised in the predominantly Catholic Philippines), I always considered myself a liberal Catholic. Liberal in the sense that I (to a certain extent) support pro-choice; I support birth control and contraception; I am all for same-sex marriage. Our mother always respected our beliefs, and gave us the right to walk our own religious paths. I chose the liberal path, taking with me the Catholic "essentials:" the 10 Commandments, knowing the 7 capital sins, support of charity and social justice. I may sound simple-minded and even naive, but it works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is this Good Friday different from previous ones? You know when you've been in a long-term relationship and you want to take a breather for awhile... just to take in everything and assess the status of your relationship? That's how I feel right now as a Catholic. It's like you've been together for so long and you're just together because it's convenient and comfortable. Of course, this has been triggered by the whole "Catholic abuse scandals." It just made the question in my head all the more unavoidable: "Am I really a part of that church?" But FYI, I am still a believer, I don't think my relationship with God has changed. It's more like, "do I really want a middle man in our relationship?" Moreso, a middle man who tells you to follow all sorts of things while they sweep all sort of (kinky) things under the rug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I just jumping the Anti-Catholic bandwagon? I don't know. It's one of those "hating-the-establishment" sentiment that I'm feeling right now. Should I explore other organized religion or be a "Cafeteria Catholic?" I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One things for sure, I know I'll still end up going to Easter Sunday services. It can't be helped... especially when mom's around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-7130131593223720010?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/7130131593223720010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=7130131593223720010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/7130131593223720010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/7130131593223720010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday?'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-5661714333164276557</id><published>2010-01-15T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:57:27.299-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I do for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='days of the week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Chia Homer:  The First Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Over the joyful holiday season, a colleague of mine gave me a Homer Chia. He thought it was a brilliant idea but in my opinion I thought it kinda sucks that I'd have to take care of something (and he calls it a gift???). Don't get me wrong, I love Homer with all my heart but I don't have a green thumb and I suck at taking care of things in general --- this gift was bound for my "won't-ever-open" pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the change of year brought about a change in me and all of a sudden, I felt that I should take Homer Chia on as a challenge, my first this 2010. I am going to make sure that Homer grows the lush 'fro as illustrated in the box:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/S1DrUFvKv0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/N-F4gmv6LeM/s1600-h/homer+chia+box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427096281351372610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/S1DrUFvKv0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/N-F4gmv6LeM/s400/homer+chia+box.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/S1DrL-wT3xI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DaNupPQ9qbA/s1600-h/homer+chia+box.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As an afterthought (I know, this is what I meant by not knowing how to take care of things), I decided to document the progress of the 'fro's growth. Here's how it went down the first week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/S1DsG4LS8LI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GD2LZNSrWsY/s1600-h/homer+chia+day1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427097153884582066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/S1DsG4LS8LI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GD2LZNSrWsY/s400/homer+chia+day1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Planting Homer's Head &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/S1Dv_hLNvQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9Pw4IFSMf2U/s1600-h/homer+chia+day+1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427101425497652482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/S1Dv_hLNvQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9Pw4IFSMf2U/s400/homer+chia+day+1b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Planting Homer's Head with instructions read by the soon-to-be famous Jason Vincent (also the donor of Chia Homer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/S1Ds-XvSiVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/uikfoJNrvKU/s1600-h/homer+chia+day+1c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427098107249854802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/S1Ds-XvSiVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/uikfoJNrvKU/s400/homer+chia+day+1c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chia Homer's home in the lunchroom &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/S1DtKI5NMEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tGHhEsXT98E/s1600-h/homer+chia+day+2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427098309423345730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/S1DtKI5NMEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tGHhEsXT98E/s400/homer+chia+day+2a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A gorgeous shot of Chia Homer's seeded back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/S1DtcxhGUZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZIvaQqgcjZo/s1600-h/homer+chia+day+2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427098629565731218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/S1DtcxhGUZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZIvaQqgcjZo/s400/homer+chia+day+2b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chia Homer smiling back at me, I think &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/S1DtrJ9VgfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CRZtZutiqns/s1600-h/homer+chia+day+3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427098876644786674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/S1DtrJ9VgfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CRZtZutiqns/s400/homer+chia+day+3a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still no growth, WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You know how I said that this was just an afterthought? Yeah, I forgot to take a picture on Day 4. What kind of scientist am I? I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/S1DxATUm5rI/AAAAAAAAAHM/gsCwKvhpzDc/s1600-h/homer+chia+day+5b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427102538470450866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/S1DxATUm5rI/AAAAAAAAAHM/gsCwKvhpzDc/s400/homer+chia+day+5b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chia Homer basking in the glorious sun... WITH SQUIGGLY STUFF GROWING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/S1Du34JrLmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Gj4X8pjn4vU/s1600-h/homer+chia+day+5a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427100194714627682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/S1Du34JrLmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Gj4X8pjn4vU/s400/homer+chia+day+5a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A close up of the squigglies growing out of Chia Homer's head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So a week is technically 7 days, but since Chia Homer lives in a lunchroom, I'll follow the work week and end this 1st week on Day 5. I'm crossing my finger for lush foliage next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-5661714333164276557?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5661714333164276557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=5661714333164276557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/5661714333164276557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/5661714333164276557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2010/01/chia-homer-first-week.html' title='Chia Homer:  The First Week'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/S1DrUFvKv0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/N-F4gmv6LeM/s72-c/homer+chia+box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-8852959705151174103</id><published>2010-01-15T12:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:34:14.768-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchebaggery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lame-o'/><title type='text'>The Tonight Show Drama</title><content type='html'>My opinion: Jay Leno is a douche and I loved that Jimmy Kimmel ripped him apart like he did &lt;a href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/showtracker/2010/01/jay-leno-jimmy-kimmel-appears-on-the-jay-leno-show.html"&gt;last night&lt;/a&gt; (I even watched the Jay Leno show intentionally). Sure, Jeff Zucker is the biggest douche of all the douches involved in this douchebaggery but it's just so easy to blame Jay Leno. His chin is an easy target, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad that Conan is getting better ratings now that he's almost ending his helm on The Tonight Show desk. I'd love to see him on Comedy Central but Stewart/Colbert already has the late night slots covered. I am hoping not to watch him on Fox. Oh well, I will continue to watch this drama unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I hope he shows up on his tribute on &lt;a href="http://www.cityboxoffice.com/eventperformances.asp?evt=1459&amp;amp;c=19&amp;amp;pg="&gt;Sunday&lt;/a&gt;. It would suck if he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: I just received an e-mail from the event organizers that Coco just cancelled. Sad face. I don't and can't really blame him though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-8852959705151174103?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8852959705151174103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=8852959705151174103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/8852959705151174103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/8852959705151174103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2010/01/tonight-show-drama.html' title='The Tonight Show Drama'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-2507465705609113149</id><published>2009-12-28T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T11:08:54.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind-blown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Sedaris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I just peed in my pants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool story bro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><title type='text'>David Sedaris - Part Deux</title><content type='html'>Now that Christmas is over and Joe's opened his new favorite gift ever... I can now tell the story of how I came to find out the most mind-blowing fact of the year (see previous entry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to another DS reading and I bought the &lt;a href="http://metes.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/the-onion-atlas.jpg"&gt;Onion&lt;/a&gt; book he recommended (so I could have a book signed for me) and I said that the book was a rip-off bec it didn't' include my country, this was how our exchange went (imagine it with his voice):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DS: What country are you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: The Philippines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DS: Yeah, it's there... check the index&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Flipping the pages) Oh yeah, it's there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DS: I like the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: W-w-what??? You've been there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DS: Yes, in fact, I even went to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wowowee"&gt;Wowowee&lt;/a&gt;... it's pretty entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (mind-blown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I know they say, "if there are no pictures, it didn't happen," but whatever... he also said that he went to &lt;a href="http://www.hobbithousemanila.com/"&gt;Hobbit House in Malate &lt;/a&gt;which I do wish I have a picture of... 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I haven&amp;#39;t decided yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-1141331739271606369?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/1141331739271606369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=1141331739271606369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/1141331739271606369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/1141331739271606369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2009/10/jim-and-pam-wedding-loved-it-or-hated.html' title=''/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-8510585365865162660</id><published>2009-10-02T11:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:24:08.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Test 1 2 3... Test 1 2 3...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-8510585365865162660?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8510585365865162660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=8510585365865162660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/8510585365865162660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/8510585365865162660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2009/10/test-1-2-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-4719787689819706029</id><published>2009-10-02T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:18:19.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disasters'/><title type='text'>Not Having the Best Week Ever:  Countries on the Pacific</title><content type='html'>If there's a side of the world one should avoid right now, it is anything that lies on and along the Pacific Ocean.  What's going on?  Is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2012_phenomenon"&gt;2012&lt;/a&gt; coming sooner than expected or is this a marketing ploy from &lt;a href="http://www.whowillsurvive2012.com/"&gt;Sony Pictures&lt;/a&gt;?  Both ideas are stupid and I'm sorry that I even brought them up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since last Saturday, three natural disasters have hit several countries in the Asian-Pacific and South Pacific regions and have claimed, about 1,000 lives (with more missing). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 26 - Typhoon Ketsana/Ondoy which hit the Philippines on September 26, leaving behind the worst flooding in Metro Manila in the last 40 years.  It went on to wreak havoc on Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Septemeber 29 - An undersea earthquake (8.0 magnitude, approx.) trigerred a powerful tsunami which devasted the islands of Samoa and American Samoa in the South Pacific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 30 - A 7.6 magnitude earthquake off Indonesia's Sumatra island in the coastal city of Pandang.  Indonesia has been a hit by another quake earlier in the month and several lesser quakes have been reported since the 7.6 hit the island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a quick lesson on tectonic plates, click&lt;a href="http://www.extremescience.com/PlateTectonicsmap.htm"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up in the Philippines, I have experienced typhoons, earthquakes and a major volcanic eruption.  We were lucky enough to be living in an area that was not devastated by any of these natural disasters.  I could hardly imagine living in Cainta or Marikina right now and my thoughts and prayers go out to those affected in the Philippines, Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia, Samoa, American Samoa and Indonesia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-4719787689819706029?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4719787689819706029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=4719787689819706029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/4719787689819706029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/4719787689819706029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-having-best-week-ever-countries-on.html' title='Not Having the Best Week Ever:  Countries on the Pacific'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-1705780970770641872</id><published>2009-10-02T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:34:54.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anything Pinoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disasters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='please help'/><title type='text'>Thanks AlJazeera!</title><content type='html'>A lot of fellow Pinoys have been complaining about the lack of coverage (in the US media) on the &lt;a href="http://www.philstar.com/Article.aspx?articleId=508803&amp;amp;publicationSubCategoryId=200"&gt;Manila floodings&lt;/a&gt;. Unless you have TFC or have access to the interwebs, you don't really hear much about it. I am always on Google News and the media outlets that have been covering about the unfortunate disaster comprised mostly of non-American news outlets, well except for CNN and AP. Anyway, if Pinoys want to read more about the typhoons and the devastation it left/will leave the Philippines, they should just head over to AlJazeera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SsY2GKXBfKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_XPSupit_F0/s1600-h/aljacoverage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388053483683413154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SsY2GKXBfKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_XPSupit_F0/s400/aljacoverage.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Snarkiness aside, please help out and donate however much you can. Here are just a couple of sites you could go to send in your help:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ondoyrelief.org/?tag=donate"&gt;Ondoy Relief&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.unicefusa.org/site/Donation2?df_id=5960&amp;amp;5960.donation=form1"&gt;UNICEF USA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abs-cbnfoundation.com/donate.php"&gt;ABS-CBN Foundation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-1705780970770641872?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/1705780970770641872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=1705780970770641872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/1705780970770641872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/1705780970770641872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanks-aljazeera.html' title='Thanks AlJazeera!'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SsY2GKXBfKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_XPSupit_F0/s72-c/aljacoverage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-1243614081197637664</id><published>2009-09-24T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T12:45:16.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creepster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oldies but goodies'/><title type='text'>Reminiscing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When I was attending college in Manila, I always stopped by &lt;a href="http://www.nationalbookstore.com.ph/"&gt;National Bookstore &lt;/a&gt;in the famed &lt;a href="http://www.philippines-travel-guide.com/harrison-plaza.html"&gt;Harrison Plaza &lt;/a&gt;shopping center and browse through rows and rows of magazines (mostly of the teeny-bopper kind, please don't judge). I have always had an insanely huge crush on Elijah Wood since his "The Good Son" days. It was so insane that I sent him two fan mails through his fan club. I never got a reply back, but that didn't make me hate him. Anyway, I remember committing a crime in NBS when one day, in a corner of a page of Big Bop magazine, I eyed the image of Elijah and just tore it off and kept it in my wallet. I don't know what made me do it. Raging hormones, I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That said, I saw this cover of Elijah Wood while passing Barnes &amp;amp; Noble the other day. I was smitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SrvKldS6p7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/wWChEEMA1FM/s1600-h/eliishawt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385120524319500210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SrvKldS6p7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/wWChEEMA1FM/s320/eliishawt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no, I did not tear this cover off.  As you can see, the pic is a bit blurry.  It's due to the guy who was sitting right next to this shelf who saw me taking this shot.  I had to rush out of there before he reports a lurker (me) to store security.  &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&gt;&lt;div&gt;Editor's Note:  Harrison Plaza was the first shopping mall in the Philippines?  Get out of here!&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/7380593935550696040-1243614081197637664?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/1243614081197637664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=1243614081197637664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/1243614081197637664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/1243614081197637664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2009/09/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SrvKldS6p7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/wWChEEMA1FM/s72-c/eliishawt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-7178673480253168666</id><published>2009-09-24T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T12:23:00.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Just a thought...</title><content type='html'>You know that point in your life when you know something's definitely over? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-7178673480253168666?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/7178673480253168666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=7178673480253168666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/7178673480253168666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/7178673480253168666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought...'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-2130779834269895491</id><published>2009-09-09T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:10:12.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><title type='text'>Oh BTW, my heart was broken... AGAIN</title><content type='html'>After I read &lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/gossip/2009/08/29/2009-08-29_office_star_john_krasinski_and_emily_blunt_to_wed.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, I heard my heart shatter into tiny little pieces afterwhich I then imagined Michael Bublè collect the bits and grind it further before snorting it up his nostril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it's with Emily Blunt. I like her. Not that he needs my approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how I ended my birthday month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-2130779834269895491?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2130779834269895491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=2130779834269895491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/2130779834269895491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/2130779834269895491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-btw-my-heart-was-broken-again.html' title='Oh BTW, my heart was broken... AGAIN'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-1901968628885091244</id><published>2009-09-09T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:47:13.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K-Pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons of the day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Didi'/><title type='text'>Lesson of the day:  Don't ever say that "Korea is gay"</title><content type='html'>OK, so I'm not trying to start something here.  This is really just a "moral of the story"-type of thing I learned from following the K-Pop industry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF Korean netizens!  I cannot get over the immense power these people yield in Korea.  This is plain internet bullying but in a completely different level (like, X 1000!).  In less than five days, &lt;a href="http://www.omgkpop.com/news/1155-breaking-news-jaebum-quits-2pm"&gt;someone’s career went kaput because of these no-life netizens&lt;/a&gt;.  I suppose I could include myself in the demographic, but I refuse to be corralled in with this bat-shit insane group who would go as far as &lt;a href="http://twistedstars.wordpress.com/2009/09/07/anti-fans-petition-for-jae-bum-to-commit-suicide/"&gt;start a petition for someone to off himself&lt;/a&gt;.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it makes me sad that that this is the event that made me post again.  There have been so many things that have transpired from the last time I posted and I can’t believe that the latest “hot talk topic” in the Korean entertainment industry would be the one that made me go back to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few of the (I guess) less important things that have happened in the last couple of months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         March – had a car accident which totaled my car… AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;·         April – &lt;a href="http://thejoeschmochronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/coachella-2009.html"&gt;went to the Coachella Music Festival with Joe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         May – Didi passed away a month shy of her 7th birthday *tears*&lt;br /&gt;·         June – what did happen in June?  Oh shoot, Michael Jackson passed away *tears*&lt;br /&gt;·         July – left for a family vacation in Hawaii, where I’m sure I had H1N1&lt;br /&gt;·         August – turned 30! (with a precious gift of H1N1, hurrah!) *tears*, LOL, not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the year hasn’t really been great for me (thus, the hiatus).  It seems like my Chinese horoscope for the current lunar year is true, I like reading horoscopes for fun and although I don’t necessarily believe in them I like putting coincidences together.  Unfortunately for me, my Chinese horoscope outlook for the year of the ox wasn’t very good.  Apparently, the ox doesn’t like the goat (my sign) so yeah, it’s been a sucky year.  I was hoping that the lunar gods (or whoever’s in charge of “giving out luck”) would give me a reprieve since I turn 30 this year.  No luck there either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I get to post on 9-9-9.  Happy 9-9-9!  What could go wrong today?  It’s the reverse of 6-6-6 so I’m sure it’s “happy” rather than “oh-my-god-the-apocalypse-is-coming.”  Case in point:  I am going to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs show tonight in Oakland, a belated birthday gift from a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-1901968628885091244?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/1901968628885091244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=1901968628885091244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/1901968628885091244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/1901968628885091244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2009/09/lesson-of-day-dont-ever-say-that-korea.html' title='Lesson of the day:  Don&apos;t ever say that &quot;Korea is gay&quot;'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-1669294519567091849</id><published>2009-02-24T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:08:35.469-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloody mess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no to BBQ as form of punishment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Didi'/><title type='text'>"Biting the hands that feeds you," in this case, replace hands with finger and add, "for realz 'yo"</title><content type='html'>I have had my guinea pig, Didi (see sidebar), for a little more than five years now. I got her from a friend who got it from another friend whose wife owned a daycare facility up until they moved to San Diego. To make the long story short, my friend who Didi (then referred to as P. Diddy) was given to, wasn't really a pet person and Didi eventually ended up in my loving care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to Sunday, 9-ish pm. I just gave Didi a bath and was brushing some matted fur off of her... Didi squealed, which was common everytime brushing was involved. She let out another squeal and the next thing I knew, my finger was bleeding profusely. Dang! I got bit by my freeloading pet! WTF?! --- This really wasn't my reaction, instead, I apologized to Didi for the harsh brushwork. I can't even look her in they eye, I think she hates me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This actually isn't the first time she's bitten me, the first time was an accident when her front teeth grazed my finger (it was an accident, I swear!). I got a tetanus shot the day after (they didn't give out rabies shots to rodent bites) and had a sore left arm for about five days. Since the shot was supposed to be good for five years, I didn't have to do anything after the most recent bite... although in the back of my head I was kinda scared that I'll wake up stiff and start frothing in the mouth. Anywho, that didn't happen and I am still alive. Unfortunately, I wasn't thinking fast enough to snap a picture of the bleeding mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s287.photobucket.com/albums/ll158/piabeans/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gpigteethTXT-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll158/piabeans/gpigteethTXT-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed's Note: This picture isn't me or Didi. Didi's teeth are no shorter than this piggy though... and my nails are much shorter than this lady's nails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-1669294519567091849?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/1669294519567091849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=1669294519567091849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/1669294519567091849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/1669294519567091849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2009/02/biting-hands-that-feeds-you-in-this.html' title='&quot;Biting the hands that feeds you,&quot; in this case, replace hands with finger and add, &quot;for realz &apos;yo&quot;'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-8849777374812473393</id><published>2009-02-21T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:12:08.004-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FIERCE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>New Favorite Show:  RuPaul's Drag Race</title><content type='html'>Fierce! That's all I'd have to say about this show. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.logoonline.com/shows/dyn/rupauls_drag_race/series.jhtml?sem=SEO_SSP_Y&amp;amp;source=SEO_SSP_Y"&gt;Logo&lt;/a&gt; for making it available online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s287.photobucket.com/albums/ll158/piabeans/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dragrace.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll158/piabeans/dragrace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite is Ongina, of course. I think Jade and Rebecca are the prettiest.  Shannel is just one good drag queen. I am going to miss Tammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Always remember: charisma, uniqueness, nerve and talent... and don't f*ck it up!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-8849777374812473393?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8849777374812473393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=8849777374812473393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/8849777374812473393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/8849777374812473393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-favorite-show-rupauls-drag-race.html' title='New Favorite Show:  RuPaul&apos;s Drag Race'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-875265051623298242</id><published>2009-02-21T01:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T02:36:38.018-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BWE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internetz'/><title type='text'>BWE TV's Make-Your-Own-Album-Cover Challenge:  My Entry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s287.photobucket.com/albums/ll158/piabeans/?action=view&amp;amp;current=albumcover.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Album Cover" src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll158/piabeans/albumcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool eh?  I guess by disease, it refers to people afflicted with doing stupid things in the middle of the road.  I'm thinking my band plays world music... with a hint of preachiness to it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Go to “wikipedia.” Hit “Random Article”&lt;br /&gt;or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Go to “Random quotations”&lt;br /&gt;or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3&lt;br /&gt;The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Go to flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”&lt;br /&gt;or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days&lt;br /&gt;Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Use Photoshop/MS Paint or similar to put it all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Post it in the comments! (Using Imageshack or any photo hoster) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-875265051623298242?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/875265051623298242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=875265051623298242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/875265051623298242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/875265051623298242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2009/02/bwe-tv-make-your-own-album-cover.html' title='BWE TV&amp;#39;s Make-Your-Own-Album-Cover Challenge:  My Entry.'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-8184433408256120945</id><published>2009-02-21T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T02:02:20.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams come true'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad skillz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internetz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blingee Wednesdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy event'/><title type='text'>My Contribution to the Interwebs...</title><content type='html'>I have a couple of sites that I frequent in the interwebs (see list on the left side of the screen). Out of those sites that don't include the news sites, I visit bwe.tv daily, and pretty much refresh it every 30 minutes or so. I used to be a lurker until I decided to join in on the fun and started to be a regular commenter, not on everything, but mostly TV show recaps and on posts that interests me most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have recently started "Blingee Wednesdays" and since it's run, I've only missed submitting an entry once ("Judy Law"). This week it was Hugh Jackman, and wow, the &lt;a href="http://www.bestweekever.tv/2009/02/18/blingee-wednesday-hugh-look-marvelous/"&gt;entries&lt;/a&gt; were blingingly amazing! Out of the 121 entries, they chose the &lt;a href="http://www.bestweekever.tv/2009/02/19/the-40-most-amazing-hugh-jackman-blingees/#more-34368"&gt;Top 40&lt;/a&gt;, and guess who made #3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Myspace Glitter Graphics" href="http://blingee.com/blingee/view/84145828-Hugh-loves-Dev" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Hugh loves Dev" height="400" alt="Hugh loves Dev" src="http://image.blingee.com/images15/content/output/000/000/000/503/391724876_1800416.gif" width="349" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Myspace Glitter Graphics" href="http://blingee.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Myspace Glitter Graphics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed's Note: I have to agree with the #1 pick though, Jo's blingee was the.best.ever.  Also, I'll be posting all my Blingeefied creations for everyone's (me) viewing pleasure.  Disclaimer:  Seizures may happen if you stare at Blingees too much.&lt;a title="Myspace Glitter Graphics" href="http://blingee.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Myspace Glitter Graphics" href="http://blingee.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a title="Myspace Glitter Graphics" href="http://blingee.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-8184433408256120945?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8184433408256120945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=8184433408256120945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/8184433408256120945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/8184433408256120945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-contribution-to-interwebs.html' title='My Contribution to the Interwebs...'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-4391087732043045196</id><published>2009-02-18T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T01:26:23.778-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexual animals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>What will become of the Masturbating Bear?</title><content type='html'>I have been watching the last couple of episodes of "Late Night with Conan O'Brien" before it signs off and he starts his hosting duties in "The Tonight Show" ... in LA.... at 11:30 pm.  This move is making me sad.  I'm sure Conan will do an awesome job replacing Jay Leno, what I don't understand is the move to LA, is it really necessary?  I don't know, maybe because it's been 16 years already, but I associate Conan with NY, the same way SNL  and David Letterman also equate to NY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen to the Masturbating Bear?  The Horny Manatee?  Will I see them in LA?  Please tell me I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tonight was awesome... the string dance-off with Colbert, Carrie Fisher helping TMB escape and clips from previous shows (including Hunter Thompson).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-4391087732043045196?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4391087732043045196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=4391087732043045196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/4391087732043045196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/4391087732043045196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-will-become-of-masturbating-bear.html' title='What will become of the Masturbating Bear?'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-3307767570999522237</id><published>2009-02-15T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T02:18:54.868-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people-watching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Office'/><title type='text'>Judging the 'Bors by what they Tivo</title><content type='html'>Did you ever see the movie Rear Window?  I love that movie and I felt like I was the Cary Grant character today, except that, I didn't witness a possible murder of a neighbor... nothing like that.  And unlike Cary Grant who was stuck in a wheelchair, I was stuck ironing my button-downs for an excruciating 2+ hours (I let it pile up for 2 mos, I know). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in my rear window, I witnessed my neighbor watching TV.  It wasn't difficult since the neighbor has a ginormous LCD TV and the crispness of it's HDTV-ness reached me, my ironing board and my steaming iron. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was my neighbor watching?  The Office.  I love them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed's Note:  After The Office, they watched '24' and 'Jon and Kate plus 8'... so maybe we can't be superduper friends, we can be OK friends... the type that gets invited over to watch Tivo'd 'The Office' eppies on their ginormous TV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-3307767570999522237?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/3307767570999522237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=3307767570999522237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/3307767570999522237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/3307767570999522237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2009/02/judging-bors-by-what-they-tivo.html' title='Judging the &apos;Bors by what they Tivo'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-2588402406416255012</id><published>2009-01-29T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:56:44.422-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bits and pieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epiphany'/><title type='text'>So what now?</title><content type='html'>I just realized that I suck at blogging.  Besides not posting as often as I should, my posts are lazy and sometimes they are of topics that have been regurgitated a number of times.  It's true that one's blog is what you make of it.  It may also be a reflection of where you stand in life, which might be a bit of a stretch, but in my case, very true.  My blog = all over; me = total scatterbrain.  I feel that I have a lot of things that I want to write about:  last night's ride on BART, the whole story of my sofa purchase, the awesome feeling I got after killing Gretel on Red Riding Hood's Zombie BBQ game on DS... you know, stuff like these.  But for whatever reason, I end up not writing about it.  There have been days when I start writing an entry and delete it altogether before posting it.  I feel that the writing isn't good enough, or that it's not an interesting enough read.  These are things that hold me back but now I realize, who gives a rat's ass?  I shouldn't be so self-conscious of my writing when I am not really here to prove anything (other than maybe, I can construct several coherent sentences in English).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To mark the new year (Lunar, that is), I will be less critical of my own blogging abilities.  IF KANYE CAN DO IT ON HIS MACBOOK AIR (sorry, pretty dated reference), I CAN DO IT TOO!  AND YES, I AM SCREAMING AT YOU RIGHT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-2588402406416255012?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2588402406416255012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=2588402406416255012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/2588402406416255012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/2588402406416255012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-what-now.html' title='So what now?'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-123776925062183167</id><published>2008-11-28T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:12:21.599-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a hater'/><title type='text'>Happy Day-After Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Is it sacrilegious that I am not participating to the nouveau Thanksgiving tradition of getting in line at Best Buy to buy a $400 laptop? Then call me a heretic. I woke up late today and happily drove myself (traffic free!) to work today. I mean, I'd really much rather sleep in and stay in my jammies the whole day, but between going to work or doing the Black Friday shopping, I'd pick work, hands-down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy (day-after) Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s287.photobucket.com/albums/ll158/piabeans/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bfriday.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll158/piabeans/bfriday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed's note: Seriously people, it's just shopping. &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081128/ap_on_re_us/wal_mart_death"&gt;No one should die while shopping, or working in retail, for that matter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-123776925062183167?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/123776925062183167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=123776925062183167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/123776925062183167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/123776925062183167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-day-after-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Day-After Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-7652539426279905404</id><published>2008-11-17T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:04:51.765-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixed bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bits and pieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news combo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>A Trimester's Gone By...</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I last posted.  I'm happy to share to my reader(s) --- myself, that I am still around and able to write.  So what's happened in the last three months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - I've started my third term in my graduate (but not-quite graduate) program&lt;br /&gt; - Summer's over!&lt;br /&gt; - TV's fall season has started:  The Office is back!&lt;br /&gt; - The beast, that is, the credit collapse, has reared its ugly head&lt;br /&gt; - The US is $700B poorer&lt;br /&gt; - Tina Fey was the break-out star of the presidential campaign&lt;br /&gt; - We've elected Barack Obama as the 44th Prez (yay!)&lt;br /&gt; - Prop 8 passed (Hwaaah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also seen a couple of movies, finished anime a couple of anime series along the way.  Saw a band play in Napa.  Signed up in Facebook (I don't know why)... and many more that are probably not-so interesting.  Anyway, I'm back.  Just thought I should pop in and say hello.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-7652539426279905404?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/7652539426279905404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=7652539426279905404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/7652539426279905404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/7652539426279905404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/11/trimesters-gone-by.html' title='A Trimester&apos;s Gone By...'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-5934276238553914086</id><published>2008-07-15T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:32:01.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cutesy stuff'/><title type='text'>Feist and I have something in common...</title><content type='html'>We both love counting to FOUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9fciD_II7NI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9fciD_II7NI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it's FOUR more days until the Feist concert in Berkeley.  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-5934276238553914086?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5934276238553914086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=5934276238553914086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/5934276238553914086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/5934276238553914086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/07/feist-and-i-have-something-in-common.html' title='Feist and I have something in common...'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-4839669305488540823</id><published>2008-07-02T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:39:31.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roadtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonnaroo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exclusive clubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>Bonnaroo Recap:  Thanks Joe!</title><content type='html'>I have so many things going on right now, and since Joe's always been the better writer and photographer, I'm pretty much just stealing his recap of the Bonnaroo awesomosity! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesamenewjoe.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html"&gt;Please click here (or to the side) to traverse to Joe's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-4839669305488540823?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4839669305488540823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=4839669305488540823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/4839669305488540823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/4839669305488540823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/07/bonnaroo-recap-thanks-joe.html' title='Bonnaroo Recap:  Thanks Joe!'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-9092096479536870320</id><published>2008-07-01T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T17:25:10.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not for realz'/><title type='text'>match.com:  if only the hotness were real</title><content type='html'>After checking my e-mail for the 20th time today, I noticed the ad to the right hand of the "breaking news" (to me, at least) that Angelina's going to give birth to the hottest twins on the face of the earth very soon (much to my sister's disappointment). The ad was from match.com, I was about to click on it when I realized, "guys who are that cute won't go to match.com"... I retreated my finger from the clicker and cursed match.com for all their lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s287.photobucket.com/albums/ll158/piabeans/?action=view&amp;current=matchad-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll158/piabeans/matchad-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed's note: TBH, I'm more a Matt Damon fan than a Ben Affleck fan, but this guy looks like Ben with the friendly demeanor of Matt, so I say win-win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed's note 2: Also, I think he's watching some girl doing something naughty on the webcam. Pretty pervy, me no likey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-9092096479536870320?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/9092096479536870320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=9092096479536870320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/9092096479536870320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/9092096479536870320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/07/matchcom-if-only-hotness-were-real.html' title='match.com:  if only the hotness were real'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-5564787024149146203</id><published>2008-06-27T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T10:51:35.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dingo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addictive personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DVD'/><title type='text'>Claire, I'm just waiting...</title><content type='html'>So, I just got done watching the second season of Lost. It's an awesome show (more on that some other time). I do have my favorites and Claire isn't one of them. Seriously, I am just waiting for her to say "The dingo ate my bay-bee!". In my head, I think the writers/producers intentionally made the Australian chick the pregnant one, just so they could hear her say "bay-bee" over and over and over again. It was making me pretty crazy that I wished the polar bear would come eat her baby and say something like, "Who are you calling a dingo now?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s287.photobucket.com/albums/ll158/piabeans/?action=view&amp;amp;current=claire-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll158/piabeans/claire-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a drinking game with myself everytime she uttered the word "bay-bee" throughout the second season, I probably won't be writing this entry because I'd be off to my twice-a-day AA meetings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed's note: I am aware that Claire may or may not be dead now. I still have two seasons to catch up to. Cut me some slack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-5564787024149146203?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5564787024149146203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=5564787024149146203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/5564787024149146203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/5564787024149146203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/06/claire-im-just-waiting.html' title='Claire, I&apos;m just waiting...'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-9166074758155871735</id><published>2008-06-27T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:59:21.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internetz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I just peed in my pants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOLZ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giggling like a moron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oldies but goodies'/><title type='text'>Best. Post. Ever.</title><content type='html'>As I was perusing my favorite &lt;a href="http://www.bestweekever.tv/"&gt;Webby award-winning celebrity/fan site&lt;/a&gt;, I came upon this &lt;a href="http://www.bestweekever.tv/2008/06/26/this-is-the-faggot-family/"&gt;little gem of a post&lt;/a&gt;. I suggest that you click on the link to the original article... it's HIGH-larious!!! No number of exclamation points can translate how I feel about this article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that it's from 2003. The Doody's will always remain The Faggot Family in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s287.photobucket.com/albums/ll158/piabeans/?action=view&amp;amp;current=_38744375_doody300.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll158/piabeans/_38744375_doody300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed's Note: This thing is so much funnier if you're not Brit and if you have a humor of a 12-year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-9166074758155871735?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/9166074758155871735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=9166074758155871735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/9166074758155871735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/9166074758155871735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/06/best-post-ever.html' title='Best. Post. Ever.'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-8055209373077309487</id><published>2008-06-17T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:25:14.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roadtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonnaroo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>Bonnaroo or Bust?  Definitely the former.</title><content type='html'>Just got back from my trip through the Midwest and the South.  I don't know how else to explain the experience, other than it being AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post pics (and thoughts) soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-8055209373077309487?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8055209373077309487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=8055209373077309487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/8055209373077309487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/8055209373077309487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/06/bonnaroo-or-bust-definitely-former.html' title='Bonnaroo or Bust?  Definitely the former.'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-3364583915120064691</id><published>2008-05-28T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:01:16.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thumbs up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How lame my life is'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DVD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend Eye-Popping Extravaganza</title><content type='html'>What did I do over the long weekend, you ask? (No? I'll share it anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I devoured eight 1-hour episodes of the first season of Lost. After several seasons of hearing mostly good things about the show, I have decided to see what the fuss is all about. My verdict: Good. Not great, but good. My main issue is the acting, but it was the first couple of episodes into the first season, so I'm sure the actors have gotten better as the season/series progressed. Story-wise, they sure know how to reel viewers in (a polar bear? in a tropical island? WTF? Are you there Dr. Moreau?). Oh yeah, and Boone is a hot pretty boy, but I think he's going to die, or is he??? (du-du-dunnnn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after eight straight grueling hours (for my eyes, not me per se), I decided to take a break from Lost... and started watching anime (i know, poor eyes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed several DVD's from the SSF Library before the long weekend and I grabbed one anime series entitled, "Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge" or "The Wallflower" (I am not entirely sure what the Japanese title translates to, there seemed to be more to it than just being a wallflower). The DVD were episodes 1-5, which I've finished prior to the eye-popping extravaganza, so to break-off from mood that was set by serialized/scripted Survivor-slash-Fantasy Island aka Lost, I finished the remaining twenty 30-min episodes in The Wallflower series. My verdict: OK. Not bad, not exceptional, OK-good. I think I've mentioned it before, but when I watch an anime, I place a lot of weight on the graphics, ink work done on it. This series has so-so graphics. I have several other issues, but I think I will post a separate review to elaborate further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much is my long weekend. It's pretty lame, and by lame I mean awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-3364583915120064691?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/3364583915120064691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=3364583915120064691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/3364583915120064691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/3364583915120064691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day-weekend-eye-popping.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend Eye-Popping Extravaganza'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-3244112575873956817</id><published>2008-05-19T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T10:54:12.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams come true'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japanese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Office'/><title type='text'>What happens when two of my favorite things in the world are put together?</title><content type='html'>How did I miss this??? I knew Steve Carrell was hosting, but I guess I just haven't been used to watching SNL for a while now, which explains why I missed this short (I heard most of the show sucked).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enjoy --- this is like a dream come true for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="W483213404704f743" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/483213404704f743" width="384" height="283" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allownetworking="all" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Question: I know Anglophiles are people that love everything English, but what do they call Japanese culture-obsessed peeps like me?  Nipponphile?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-3244112575873956817?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/3244112575873956817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=3244112575873956817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/3244112575873956817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/3244112575873956817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-happens-when-two-of-my-favorite.html' title='What happens when two of my favorite things in the world are put together?'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-5998425820819352890</id><published>2008-05-19T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:59:53.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I do for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thumbs up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DVD'/><title type='text'>Movie Review (DVD):  Half Nelson</title><content type='html'>What is a "Half Nelson"? After finding out that no one was named "Nelson" in the movie, I seriously wondered what the heck "Half Nelson" meant. So I quickly ran to the internets to look for answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/pda/A24145779?s_id=4"&gt;this forum entry&lt;/a&gt;, a "half Nelson" is a wrestling term &lt;em&gt;"when a wrestler who is behind his opponent, passes one arm under the corresponding arm of his opponent and locks the hand on the back of his opponent's neck. A struggle between two opposing forces ensues"&lt;/em&gt;. It's a wrestling term? How did I not know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the movie, Dan's (Ryan Gosling's character, who is a middle-school history teacher) class lectures were pretty much about "half Nelsons", and I think really, he's just talking about himself. He is battling his own "half Nelson", so to speak. LOL. How long can I go on with "half nelson-ing" this entry to death, I don't know... but me likey. And you know who else me likes? Super-cracked-up hottie Ryan Gosling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK back to the movie review: I like this movie. It was kinda slow, but I did not find it dragging. The whole movie was like prepping it's audience for some kind of payoff at the end (i.e. some sort of redemption), which never came. I think this made it more raw and realistic (but then, who wants/expects movies to be realistic nowadays?). The movie was unlike most movies with the "teacher of inner-city kids" tag on it --- no contest was won against the private school, the school didn't get prettier, no special award from the city was given. He was the cool teacher, he taught outside of the prescribed curriculum, his kids seem to like him but that was it. He pretty much left it to the kids if they want to make something of his class. I thought his purpose was more self-serving, teaching was his therapy, the school was his rehab. He found an ally in Drey, one of the kids in school and a budding crack dealer herself, if anything, she needed someone who could help her get out of the crack-dealing cycle in her life. What she got is a crack-using mentor. In the end, all the half nelson-ing within Dan pretty much made him give up. How can he talk someone into leaving Drey alone, when he has nothing better to offer Drey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I'm not much of a "thinking" movie-viewer, but this made me think (at the risk of making my head explode). In the end, I was rooting for Dan and Drey, that they may find a better path for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s287.photobucket.com/albums/ll158/piabeans/?action=view&amp;amp;current=qtryan.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll158/piabeans/qtryan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed's note: The pic posted is very self-serving. Me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-5998425820819352890?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5998425820819352890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=5998425820819352890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/5998425820819352890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/5998425820819352890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/05/dvd-review-half-nelson.html' title='Movie Review (DVD):  Half Nelson'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-6198854821478570782</id><published>2008-05-16T14:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:41:41.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bout of ennui'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank God for DVR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunny casualties'/><title type='text'>What's New?</title><content type='html'>Nothing much really. I am taking a Business Law course for the summer, and it has taken a lot of my blogging time away --- this is actually a good excuse, if only it was true. The summer course is very true and real, except that, whatever time I'm suppose to spend reading the material, plus writing the case briefs I devote somewhere else... TV! Movies! Sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of TV, I haven't even seen The Office season finale. Thursdays are a pain as I don't get home 'til past 10pm (class ends at 9:30)... the good news is that the season is over and there won't be episodes to miss for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been freaking HOT here in the Bay Area... I heard it's going to cool down the next couple of days. Good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred the bunny scratched my right arm last Wednesday. I now sport two fairly long scratches, one on my left arm and one on the right, looks like I've been cutting myself again. Bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend - Bay to Breakers - I am going to miss it again this year. I have finals the next day. School sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-6198854821478570782?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6198854821478570782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=6198854821478570782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/6198854821478570782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/6198854821478570782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s New?'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-6705539180572852692</id><published>2008-05-07T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:00:30.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I do for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thumbs up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bits and pieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giggling like a moron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DVD'/><title type='text'>Movie Review (DVD):  Eastern Promises</title><content type='html'>I love movies. I think I've mentioned that a couple of times but I just realized that I've never really done any thorough review of movies (or films, if your one of those types) that I have seen (and I have seen quite a few). The reason is this: I don't know how. I mean, maybe I do, but I do not know how to go about doing it. I'm not a thinking-type, I'm more of the "take-it-as-I-see-it" type. I know it's good when I think it's good (i.e. "think" used here very loosely). So, for my first-ever movie review, I'll keep it simple. OK, here it goes... (the following may contain spoilers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s287.photobucket.com/albums/ll158/piabeans/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Eastern_promises_poster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll158/piabeans/Eastern_promises_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Eastern Promises. Good acting all-around. If not for Naomi Watt's and her mom's (in the movie) English accents, I wouldn't have known that they were in London, which was great because it gives us a London that is seldomly seen. Despite the tatoos and the awful hair (which was researched), Viggo Mortensen is still hot. Favorite scene: the bathhouse scene! I had to laugh at myself for being such a juvenile, but every time some bits of Viggo was shown on-screen, I just had to stiffle a giggle --- I guess I'm no different from those pre-pubescent kids who saw their first boobies in American Pie. Also, it reminded me of my childhood in that scene in Blue Lagoon where the guy (all grown up) was swimming and you could see the shadow of his bits in the water --- but I was actually a kid when I saw that, so that's my excuse for giggling back then. Back to the movie, from the very start, it gave you the feeling that Viggo was a nice guy and he was different from all the other vors. As it turns out, he was working undercover. My issue with the movie is the ending was that it was sort of abrupt. That was it??? The baby (the evidence, pretty much) was saved, Semyon got charged for rape and went to prison, Nikolai took over everything (like he knew he would) since Kirill is a big buffoon... and it was an ending worthy of a "happily ever after"? I wanted more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, good movie. Saw the special features and apparently David Cronenberg is into existensialism and other philosophical stuff. He's a "deep" person, that's probably why I didn't get the ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-6705539180572852692?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6705539180572852692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=6705539180572852692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/6705539180572852692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/6705539180572852692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/05/movie-review-dvd-eastern-promises.html' title='Movie Review (DVD):  Eastern Promises'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-4051506483317948110</id><published>2008-05-06T09:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T15:42:42.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixed bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highlights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>WTF! It's May already???</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last posted. I don't really know why I haven't written anything. Not that I don't have anything to rant or rave about (I didn't even do an Office recap!), but I don't know, maybe I just wasn't feeling it. So, here are some of the highlights of things that have happened since Earth Day (I say highlights, but they're really just the stuff I do remember, I think I'm getting old):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had two final exams on 4/24, when all of a sudden, the instructor for the other class moved one of the exams the following day. I had to cancel work that day (Yes, it's sad that I am saddened by not going to work --- I sure will miss folding those sweaters). Exams went OK, could've done better. Went out for drinks with classmates after, first time I've had a cocktail in a looooooong time. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Planned to see Baby Mama or Forgetting Sarah Marshall... ended up seeing Harold and Kumar 2. Loved it. John Cho's hot. Am still planning to see the formers. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So stoked about the 0.31 cents per scoop promo at Baskin-Robbins. I had four. Four scoops. All of them delish. Jamocha Almond Fudge. World Class Chocolate. Tax Crunch. Maui something-something (it sounded good too). All for $1.29. YAY!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bonnaroo trip with Joe made official. There's no backing out now Pipi. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Registered for Summer classes... missed deadline for Fed loan app. Truly bummed. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aunt's birthday. Binge-ate. Ate my feelings because that's what depressed girls do. Or shop. I eat. Indigestion is a bitch. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cinco de Mayo. I don't celebrate it. Should've gone to Taco Bell for lunch. I had Tocilog instead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's it. I'm sure more things happened... and I'm sure I'll remember them all one of these days. Didn't include important news bits from around the world. World is too crazy now: &lt;a href="http://topics.cnn.com/topics/josef_fritzl"&gt;Daddy is the baby daddy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/05/03/kentucky-derby-horse-eigh_n_99987.html"&gt;horsey euthanization&lt;/a&gt; and more crazy stuff. My hometown in TV Patrol... again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until next time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-4051506483317948110?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4051506483317948110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=4051506483317948110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/4051506483317948110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/4051506483317948110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/05/wtf-its-may-already.html' title='WTF! It&apos;s May already???'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-7883747301948966619</id><published>2008-04-22T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T10:16:43.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='features'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racial pigeon-holing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Happy Earth Day!</title><content type='html'>To celebrate this day, let me share a composition from &lt;a href="http://www.community-newspapers.com/archives/sunnyvalesun/05.31.00/photo-sports-0022.html"&gt;Kirk McGowan &lt;/a&gt;--- a real estate developer and cracker extraordinaire. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Occupation on Earth Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We build single family homes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or maybe I should describe it as - we desecrate nature's beautiful and delicate perfection by gashing and gutting the fruitful and feral earth, ripping flora and fauna from its life source, entombing the ground with a cold, hard impenetrable smashed rock, castrating the virile soil from cradling the untouched seedlings and unsoiled greens. By haphazardly hammering together these boxes composed of tree corpses and unnatural material we oust, we expel, we evict the cute and innocent four legged, two winged, and slimy skinned fellow inhabitants from their protective and pristine homes. Yes, that's right we smash, bash, and shatter; we beat, blow, and pulverize. We demolish, demean, and consume with a rakish smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And so we erect these abominations that frivolously shelter garbage bearing, noise supplying, fume yielding, nauseating, repugnant, vile, shameless humans just so these repulsive, gross, foul, vulgar, stinking humans can scrape the landscape by driving their metal contraptions, their vibrating cans of destruction farther and farther from necessity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I like to think of what we do is rearrange the chaos in a more organized manner; that's right, we finish the job that god started; basically, what I am saying is we tell mother nature to go back to the kitchen, we're setting the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s287.photobucket.com/albums/ll158/piabeans/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bulldozing-for-palm-oil.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll158/piabeans/bulldozing-for-palm-oil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, he doesn't buy the whole "global warming" thing... and yes, he used to be a champion swimmer in his glory days. He is Libertarian... which I think explains everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-7883747301948966619?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/7883747301948966619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=7883747301948966619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/7883747301948966619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/7883747301948966619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-earth-day.html' title='Happy Earth Day!'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-3486173662471422325</id><published>2008-04-18T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:26:02.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Didi'/><title type='text'>Get well Didi!</title><content type='html'>I haven't been posting for a while now. Didi is sick and I have been spending my extra time tending to her needs. I do have a lot of things to share, to post about, but I do not have time to do it because my little one needs me now more than ever. Also, I have been commuting to my sis' (where Didi is) to medicate her... and that has also been cutting my blogging time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for my beautiful and sweet Didi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-3486173662471422325?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/3486173662471422325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=3486173662471422325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/3486173662471422325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/3486173662471422325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/04/get-well-didi.html' title='Get well Didi!'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-2851011240866150122</id><published>2008-04-18T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:38:11.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I do for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Office'/><title type='text'>Need a paper bag...still hyperventilating</title><content type='html'>OMFG!!! ---&gt; not trademarked by Gossip Girls yet, so I'm still free to use it. Maybe I should start a new acronym... hmmm, interesting thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, again, OMFG!!! I know I skipped on doing the recap last week and I'll try to work on that, but this one I have to let out before my heart bursts out of my chest (what a pretty picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and Jan called it quits. Michael was trying to find a new office chair in the supply catalog. He sees something he likes --- the chairmodel! He asked everyone to open their own catalogs and turn to the page where the chairmodel was. He asked everyone to use her as the template... for the ladies they will be setting him up with for dates. Everyone diligently follows, Toby gave an exasperated look. Andy and Kevin are deeply affected by the walk from the satellite parking lot to the office (Andy says 10 mins, Kevin says 30). They arranged for a meeting between the five top dudes from every office in the business park, Michael was so busy with the lady-hunt and entrusted Andy and Kevin to figure things out. Pam sets up Michael with her landlady. It did not turn out well. Jim hinted that Pam might be kicked out of the apartment. They tease each other back and forth about moving in together. Pam said she won't do it unless she is engaged. Jim asked her if he has not proposed yet. She says no. Jocular Jim said it was coming. She asks when. He won't tell, but she has been forewarned. Camera shows the weird, almost terrified look on Pam's face. Dwight takes Michael to the chairmodel's final resting place (oh yeah, Dwight found out she died of an accident). Michael does an impromtu re-working of "American Pie". Andy and Kevin successfully wins the parking lots back. *SQUEE ALERT* Jim and Pam walks toward the satellite parking lot. They were trying to figure out where to go for dinner. Jim suddenly goes down on one knee... Pam has a shocked look on her face... Jim opens his mouth and says, "Hey Pam, will you wait for me one second while I tie my shoe?". MUKYA!!! Pam says she hates him and embarassly walks away. Michael and Dwight jams through dusk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is nice, light episode compared to last week's nice but really dark and awkward one. Then again, Michael is not Michael without the awkwardness and we do witness that in the coffee shop scenes with Pam's landlady. This is totally a woman's episode, something of a mini-chick flick, if you will. I am glad I was at my sister's (she has DVR) because I was able to go back and forth, back and forth to the really cute Jam scenes. I think I did that four times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other favorites from this episode:&lt;br /&gt;- Kevin wanting to win so bad (my heart broke a little)&lt;br /&gt;- Michael calling Oscar, "Oscar Mayer, wiener lover"&lt;br /&gt;- Creed wanting Pam's chair so he can have two of the three he wants.&lt;br /&gt;- Creed knowing Pam's name.&lt;br /&gt;- The only time we see Toby on screen and he's shaking his head&lt;br /&gt;- Andy's dance in the parking lot&lt;br /&gt;- The exchange between Jim and Pam on their walk to the parking lot -- very real&lt;br /&gt;- Andy whining about losing a penny in his loafer&lt;br /&gt;- Andy's speech on the working man's need of a good parking spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give this episode a B+ for satisfying my Jam cravings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-2851011240866150122?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2851011240866150122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=2851011240866150122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/2851011240866150122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/2851011240866150122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/04/need-paper-bagstill-hyperventilating.html' title='Need a paper bag...still hyperventilating'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-3962301629185406415</id><published>2008-04-10T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:20:38.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Office'/><title type='text'>Let me make this short and sweet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Office.  Is.  Back.  Tonight.  9pm.  NBC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-3962301629185406415?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/3962301629185406415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=3962301629185406415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/3962301629185406415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/3962301629185406415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/04/let-me-make-this-short-and-sweet.html' title='Let me make this short and sweet...'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-2614541691590583394</id><published>2008-04-04T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:13:38.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I do for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad skillz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I have goals too'/><title type='text'>Swimming 101</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's a BIG day -- It's my first day of swimming lessons at the City Park and Rec. Sure, I'm nervous. Who wouldn't be? I've been living for almost 29 years and never learned how to swim. It's not like I'm afraid of the water (I'm not), I just never learned how to tread water. I've been thinking of stuff I'll be needing tomorrow and I think this is what I'll end up looking like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s287.photobucket.com/albums/ll158/piabeans/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Missy_with_turtle_floatie_May_28__2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll158/piabeans/Missy_with_turtle_floatie_May_28__2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;No, I won't forget my swimming cap and goggles, thanks for your concern.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-2614541691590583394?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2614541691590583394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=2614541691590583394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/2614541691590583394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/2614541691590583394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/04/swimming-101.html' title='Swimming 101'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-5959934762440567103</id><published>2008-03-31T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T23:55:47.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I do for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stalking tendencies'/><title type='text'>How do they promote TV shows in Japan?</title><content type='html'>Forget US late night talk shows hosted by the likes of Letterman and Conan (OK, even Leno)... how about a chimp? Then how about a chimp named Gomes Chenbalin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my ongoing quest to find out as much as I can about the stars of Nodame Cantabile (ok, mostly about Hiroshi Tamaki), I stumbled upon this clip of him promoting Nodame in this talk show hosted by Gomes Chenbalin, a suit-wearing chimp who apparently speaks very good Japanese. I'm talking about a talk show where the guest is challenged by the host to an obstacle course... a freaking obstacle course!  Complete with timer and matching track suits for both guest and host. Totes Brill Paxton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WSc0LuVJyJk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WSc0LuVJyJk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Tamaki got robbed, he clocked in at 1m30s while they stopped the clock for Gomes under 1m even if he was still eating his yogurt (?). Then again, who would like to point this out to a chimp who hosts his own show? Yeah, I don't think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-5959934762440567103?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5959934762440567103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=5959934762440567103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/5959934762440567103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/5959934762440567103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-do-they-promote-tv-shows-in-japan.html' title='How do they promote TV shows in Japan?'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-1183485713881533709</id><published>2008-03-31T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:34:34.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I do for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something i heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addictive personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cutesy stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Gyabo!!!</title><content type='html'>"Gyabo" is just one of my two new favorite words, the other being "mukya". I don't exactly know what the hell they mean, still they're fun to say. Of course, these words I picked up from watching my new favorite J-dorama, "Nodame Cantabile". As an avid viewer I should know which came first, the anime or the live-action series... but at the same time, as an avid viewer, I could care less since I enjoyed both versions very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished watching the live action series, plus the two-episode special this weekend. My verdict: LOVED IT! Can't get enough of it! I heart Nodame and Chiaki Senpai! Mukya!!! (sorry, had to throw that in there). The series was so funny, very cartoony, and the music was great. It just made me want to start learning Japanese again (I already have one and a half classes under my belt)... and playing the piano... or not (on the latter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s287.photobucket.com/albums/ll158/piabeans/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nodamecantabile.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll158/piabeans/nodamecantabile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This show is HIGHLY recommended... to girls 12-17, otaku's, or single ladies who still get a kick out of a good rom-com [like me].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-1183485713881533709?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/1183485713881533709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=1183485713881533709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/1183485713881533709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/1183485713881533709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/03/gyabo.html' title='Gyabo!!!'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-5749825278134814078</id><published>2008-03-26T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T12:14:45.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='identity crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twinkiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racial pigeon-holing'/><title type='text'>How Asian Am I?</title><content type='html'>The result is in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/8760/resultsdi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I guess I'm not THAT Asian as I thought I am. Maybe because I said no on the question on "Slurping"... I'm sorry, but in the very-Asian home I grew up in, we were taught that slurping is bad manners. I guess learning better table manners makes me less Asian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see, if I have to place a bet on it, my friend Joe would probably score between 20% to 40%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.imageshack.us/g.php?h=504&amp;amp;i=resultsdi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-5749825278134814078?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5749825278134814078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=5749825278134814078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/5749825278134814078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/5749825278134814078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-asian-am-i.html' title='How Asian Am I?'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-3584387047656136211</id><published>2008-03-20T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T11:37:54.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I do for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addictive personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internetz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Honey and Clover</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I last posted. I have been busy in my spare time traversing* the internets watching my "Honey and Clover". Yes, it is an anime, a [sigh] beautiful anime. Its setting is an art school in Tokyo... the opening credits are very creative and fun, and it weren't only the illustrations that were attractive and well-drawn, the characters and the story affected me the same way. So what if it follows the young-adult drama formula of: close friends+love triangles+struggles in life, it is still WAY better than any Dawson's Creek or One Tree Hill** or Saved By the Bell (oh wait, not that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'd like to thank for anime-addicted sis for the heads-up on this show, she knows me too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/6103/hcsmalleo6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;*They use this word a lot in the English-subbed versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I have never seen this show.  I know a young adult-type melodrama... I just can't come up with this type shows that I actually watched... oh wait, Felicity... but I liked Felicity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-3584387047656136211?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/3584387047656136211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=3584387047656136211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/3584387047656136211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/3584387047656136211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/03/honey-and-clover.html' title='Honey and Clover'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-6405678495965877989</id><published>2008-03-11T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:11:41.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad skillz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cutesy stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doodles'/><title type='text'>Turtle-mania...</title><content type='html'>My co-worker said that I probably looked like this after my fall last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/9716/turtletl4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I disagree, this was more like it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/3969/turtlephonewm5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&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/7380593935550696040-6405678495965877989?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6405678495965877989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=6405678495965877989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/6405678495965877989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/6405678495965877989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/03/turtle-mania.html' title='Turtle-mania...'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-6212251325260023031</id><published>2008-03-11T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T12:04:17.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knight in shining armor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad skillz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life-threatening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damsel in distress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doodles'/><title type='text'>My backpack... my HERO!</title><content type='html'>I moved out of my sis' place almost a year now, but I still stay with them over the weekends. This means that on Monday nights, after I come home from school, I have to unload bags and bags of stuff from my weekend sleepover. Last night was not an exception... up until the moment I realized that I could have died! Or suffered a head injury... whatever it is, I'll never find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To illustrate (in three doodlistic frames):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img407.imageshack.us/img407/7776/bkpakhero1zs5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/37/bkpakhero2wj9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img407.imageshack.us/img407/9044/bkpakhero3ld7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So with that, I thank my backpack for saving my life OR keeping my head free from any injuries.  I loved you at first sight, I will love you more (if that is even possible).  Also, thank you Listi for not laughing at me, but then again, you wouldn't have known about my fall if I didn't tell you about it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ed's note:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Yup, I fell backwards.  I made a few steps back because I was clearing some space so I can push my car door with my body.  Also, I had more bags on me.  The doodles above are just a simple representation of what happened.  I also have a face, hair and wear clothes (and glasses).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-6212251325260023031?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6212251325260023031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=6212251325260023031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/6212251325260023031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/6212251325260023031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-backpack-my-hero.html' title='My backpack... my HERO!'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-4256695623404643216</id><published>2008-03-10T16:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T17:03:03.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I do for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazz hands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad skillz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doodles'/><title type='text'>Doodle of the Day</title><content type='html'>This is kinda stealing a concept from someone else's blog... but I did say that I like to doodle, and what better way to display my doodling talents than to post my doodles here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img391.imageshack.us/img391/4176/justjackhz4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles from the past to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ed's note&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: One of my greatest doodling weaknesses is the hand-doodling... those hands are supposed to be "jazzy" not little person-ish and thuggish. Just had to clarify.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-4256695623404643216?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4256695623404643216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=4256695623404643216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/4256695623404643216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/4256695623404643216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/03/doodle-of-day.html' title='Doodle of the Day'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-5057730120691551117</id><published>2008-03-07T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T15:37:08.876-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='days of the week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>The lights are still on...</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago, my fave blog Best Week Ever asked all its readers to sign a petition to keep Friday Night Lights on air (there was even an &lt;a href="http://defamer.com/357935/did-vh1-brass-kill-best-week-evers-save-friday-night-lights-campaign"&gt;issue&lt;/a&gt; about it). To be honest, I have never seen the show, but I have heard so many great things about it (Jenna Fischer loves it!); in the future, I'm sure I'll watch it on DVD. And it doesn't hurt that Kyle Chandler is in it, I lurvd him in Homefront (I still think he was too cute for Ginger).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is, it's back on. So, I'm taking this out, no need to have this around (not like anyone clicked on it):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bestweekever.tv/lightson"&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Keep the Lights On!  Sign the Petition!  Friday Night Lights" src="http://www.bestweekever.tv/bwe/images/2008/02/savefnl_cast.gif" width="398" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-5057730120691551117?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5057730120691551117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=5057730120691551117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/5057730120691551117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/5057730120691551117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/03/lights-are-still-on.html' title='The lights are still on...'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-6622432829261141456</id><published>2008-03-04T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T12:59:00.776-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoutouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mommy!</title><content type='html'>It's my mommy's 61st birthday today, yay!  She's in the Philippines, so it already concluded for her about five hours ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-6622432829261141456?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6622432829261141456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=6622432829261141456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/6622432829261141456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/6622432829261141456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-mommy.html' title='Happy Birthday Mommy!'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-2825018156392077855</id><published>2008-03-04T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T17:13:23.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I do for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How lame my life is'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sappy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tribute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karaoke song fabulosity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Oh Sappy Day!</title><content type='html'>The last couple of days were just a myriad events. So many things to talk about: there's my family, burying another beloved family member; a day in the city, concluded with a nice lunch at the Ferry Building; the extra day we had this month (February 29th!); new Bleach episodes, etc. Also, there's the Super Tuesday Jr. happening today which is touted as the make or break deal for Hillary. I mean, I could talk about politics, but it isn't my strong suit (do I have one?) so I won't even bother. I could talk about how much crab legs I had last Saturday, but I called-in sick to work that day, and me having the time of my life gorging myself with sweet, succulent crab meat won't be interpreted as being sick at all (for the record, I was already recovering when said crab-fest commenced). I could talk about my new crush, this cute guy in class --- and how I won't be surprised to find out that he's actually gay (it won't be the first time). But in the end, I decided to pay special tribute to Solomon, who was killed off in last Saturday's episode of Blood+. I was devastated to say the least. I shed no tears, which came as a surprise to my sister, because she knows how I can be overly emotional. Call me sappy (and I am), but my heart broke for Solomon. [Sob]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o54iqWSVDds" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was going to do a an elaborate recap which will include screen caps, but that would be too much work (I won't work THAT hard, even for Solomon). Anyway, I'll miss Solomon. I know Saya liked him too, and I wish they showed him dying in her arms or something --- now that's sappy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ed's note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I just realized, I'm writing about a freaking anime. Yup, I'm a loser, I'm sure you've picked up on that. Also, my tribute to Solomon is by no means disrespecting the recent passing my grand-uncle, I merely want to lighten things up a bit. No one wants to hear another lamentation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-2825018156392077855?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2825018156392077855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=2825018156392077855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/2825018156392077855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/2825018156392077855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-sappy-day.html' title='Oh Sappy Day!'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-1069263365236072094</id><published>2008-02-26T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T15:38:57.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NPR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ira Glass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zzzz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>The soothing effects of Ira Glass</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, I gladly took on the responsibilty of house-sitter and dog-sitter for one of my aunts. My aunt has Jack, a Maltese mix, who is very cute and friendly. He's one of those dogs who would open the door for burglars if they could. Thank goodness for the canine's lack of opposable thumbs and the ability to walk upright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my last night at the house, after many unsuccesful attempts of watching TV and in the process, missing the return of "SNL" (can't deal with those HDTV's, damn you controllers!), I decided to tune in to NPR. It was only almost-10pm and I was just in time to catch the re-broadcast of "This American Life" and later, my favorite, "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me...". Let me say again that Jack is a very happy and VERY active dog, but as soon as Ira Glass started talking this started to happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img262.imageshack.us/img262/1572/jackvd4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And right before the first act, this happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img511.imageshack.us/img511/3410/jack1zy4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I don't remember much after I took that picture, I woke up at 1am cuddled next to Jack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-1069263365236072094?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/1069263365236072094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=1069263365236072094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/1069263365236072094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/1069263365236072094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/02/soothing-effects-of-ira-glass.html' title='The soothing effects of Ira Glass'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-8237238610074734470</id><published>2008-02-25T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T12:46:16.851-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>"Fairplay to those who dream..."</title><content type='html'>The 80th Academy Awards concluded a couple of hours ago, and in a couple more hours, I will be reading innumerable posts about said awards show: winners, highlights, red carpet reports and such. For me, it was an awesome installment of an otherwise tired annual award ceremony. It was still very Hollywood, yet very refreshing (I don't know, it's probably just me, but the the recent conclusion of the writer's strike made this Oscar's special in a way). There were no American winners for any of the acting awards. Tilda Swinton, a Scot, got the nod for Best Supporting Actress; Javier Bardem, a Spaniard, won Best Actor; Marion Cotillard from France won Best Actress and Irish Daniel Day Lewis, unsurprisingly received the Best Actor trophy. I'm not sure if I'm placing unnecessary significance over this turn of events, but it made the show a lot less Hollywood (I know, I've already said that but hello? Cameron Diaz? Again?! and creepy Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus) and more about the celebration of films, or movies (whatever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the highlights for me (I have two) was another Irish winner, or should I say winners: Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova, taking home the golden boy for Best Song, Falling Slowly, from the movie Once. I told myself to write something about this movie. It's one of my favorite movies that came out last year (although I only saw it two weeks ago). I like simple things and nothing can be more simple than a story about a guy and girl who met and made good music together. I don't know what else to say... IT'S FUCKING BRILLIANT! (it's an Irish movie, I think it's OK to say this). Here's them performing "Falling Slowly":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zFsS2Sp4L3U&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other highlight for me is Jon Stewart giving an extra minute or two to Marketa to give her speech, as she was abruptly cut-off by the musicians before she could ever say her thanks. I love you Jon Stewart, you've one-upped Stephen Colbert in my book on this special night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pe5ybN3eh-A&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" border="0" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There was really one thing that I skipped as soon as I saw it on TV, it was &lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2007/11/21/BEE_MOVIE_narrowweb__300x382,0.jpg"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt;. I don't know, it's probably just me, but I don't like Jerry Seinfeld... maybe because I never got really into the nothingness of "Seinfeld" (oh, btw, I don't like Jason Alexander and that guy who got heckled... I'm on the fence with that lady who has a rich dad). It might also be that I got sick from all the Bee Movie shorts they showed on NBC. The downside of skipping that was that I never found out who won Best Animated Film, short or full-length (it also doesn't help tuning in late to the show). Oh well, I'm sure I'll find out in a bit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ed's note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So, apparently, it wasn't Jon Stewart who decided to bring Marketa back (it was the producer), nevertheless, I still heart him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-8237238610074734470?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8237238610074734470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=8237238610074734470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/8237238610074734470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/8237238610074734470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/02/fairplay-to-those-who-dream.html' title='&quot;Fairplay to those who dream...&quot;'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-2471964712891210139</id><published>2008-02-22T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T15:46:14.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crab cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quest for the best'/><title type='text'>Quest for the Best Crab Cake - Issue No.1</title><content type='html'>I wanted this first issue to be special, was originally planning to write it over the weekend -- but due to some previously-contracted obligation, I will be strapped for time and unable to make this first review as in-depth as I want it to be. Anyway, I guess that's fine, the reality is, this is the best that I can do writing-wise so really, I was just BS-ing. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, my department treated out a customer to lunch. It was his birthday a couple of days back and since he is a pretty OK customer, my boss decided to take him out. I was there for the free lunch, of course. We went to this place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mistraldining.com/#"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/6167/mistralro4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's a cool place... it has decent water views, patio dining, and has been in business for a bit (Oracle is nearby so it's never short of people on business lunches or dinners).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the really good stuff, so I ordered "Fresh Dungeness Crab Cakes". It has organic greens, crab-avocado salad, organic cherry tomatoes and "Louis" dressing. The sad part was that I didn't get to take a picture of the [spoiler alert] scrumptious meal. I guess I was a bit embarrassed to do it since it was kind of a business lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presentation was great. Two crab cakes (drizzled with the "Louis" dressing) were placed on top of the bed of greens, a good scoop of the crab-avocado salad sat between them. Crab-avocado salad was great. Very light and the avocado was the right amount, not too overpowering with it's creaminess. The crab cakes were utterly delightful. The crust was perfect, the crab meat "almost" perfect. The dressing was great (a little goes a long way). And yes, I did clean my plate pretty well... not a morsel of anything left. One big negative though: they didn't use lump crab meat. I guess that's the most they can do with with mostly frozen Dungeness crab available in the market. Oh well, I still have to take points off for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: &lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 49px" height="88" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img210.imageshack.us/img210/7668/4crabszc2.jpg" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I also suggest their Shrimp bisque. It was so good. I personally will go back and try the other seafood dishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-2471964712891210139?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2471964712891210139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=2471964712891210139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/2471964712891210139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/2471964712891210139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/02/quest-for-best-crab-cake-issue-no1.html' title='Quest for the Best Crab Cake - Issue No.1'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-6166058616807788703</id><published>2008-02-22T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T15:47:19.102-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Simpsons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'>Simpsons Alert!</title><content type='html'>If you're a Simpsons fan. You better check &lt;a href="http://kidicarus222.blogspot.com/2008/02/simpsons-intro-what-you-dont-see.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; out... or else, um, nothing really, I just really want you to take a look at it. That's all. I just thought it's cool and all. Ktnxby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-6166058616807788703?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6166058616807788703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=6166058616807788703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/6166058616807788703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/6166058616807788703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/02/simpsons-alert.html' title='Simpsons Alert!'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-2832047023019486795</id><published>2008-02-20T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T15:43:38.703-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I do for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crab cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Crab cakes and me</title><content type='html'>On my profile, I mentioned that I like crab cakes. Let me retract that, I don't just like crab cakes... I LOVE crab cakes. And with this love for crab cakes, I thought I should go on a quest to find the best one out there. Well, "relatively" the best one, since it would be the best according to my taste alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been planning to formally document this quest and thanks to this blog that no one ever reads, I will have the ability to grade crab cakes on an ongoing basis... until I croak, probably (unless my kin wants to take on the daunting task). Anyway, I like keeping things as simple as possible, so I figured that I should grade the crab cakes on a scale of one crab for awful to five crabs for excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 108px; HEIGHT: 96px" height="116" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/5428/crabpd1.png" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The lovely crab*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And for the worst of the worst, the most dreadful crab cake, a special grade of imitation crab would be awarded:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 72px; HEIGHT: 84px" height="50" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/1241/imitationcrabxr8.jpg" width="53" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The despicable imitation crab&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I had to make my own on MS Paint... I initially used this thing that I got off Google but I think he sells it to people, so to avoid future lawsuits, I decided to draw my own. The same cannot be said about the imitation crab... I can't draw junk like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first review will be posted soon. I just had a big lunch earlier with people from work. Review to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-2832047023019486795?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2832047023019486795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=2832047023019486795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/2832047023019486795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/2832047023019486795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/02/crab-cakes-and-me.html' title='Crab cakes and me'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-4180092540775884298</id><published>2008-02-19T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T13:54:12.661-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>My night with Barry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wish I could've been more creative with the title, but it's hard to come up with words to explain what happened Friday night. Awesome? Yup. Delightful? Most definitely. I guess I'll just let the pictures do the talking. Oh, and besides the stage view, all the pictures were taken after the event. We were running late (what's new?). Anyway, without further ado: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img262.imageshack.us/img262/47/musicpassionslra9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Glitter animation a must do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/7768/hppavax8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Venue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img508.imageshack.us/img508/5416/stageviewqa1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My view from the top &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so about the crowd. I think there were five major demo groups (not necessarily exclusive of each other, i.e. they may overlap in traits) in this musical event: 1) Our beloved senior citizens; 2) Baby boomers; 3) Our gay friends; 4) My Filipino brothers and sisters; 5) Kids who were forced to be taken along for the awesome ride because of the lack of babysitters. Also, the plethora of walking aids were obvious, I was glad Mr. Manilow got to lure them out of their usual confinements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/8553/crowdde4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/6466/canekt8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img230.imageshack.us/img230/2174/cane2re5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/5246/wheely1pj6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img514.imageshack.us/img514/3379/wheely2ua1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img508.imageshack.us/img508/7103/popcornguyri0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Enjoyed your popcorn much? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img178.imageshack.us/img178/9818/furjackethq3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried to brush by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/9943/redhatladiesto5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some ladies in red hats. I think they're part of a mob or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img164.imageshack.us/img164/3598/fanilowsev8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Fanilows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to take pictures of the other demo group I mentioned, but I was not able to do so. And, even if I didn't get to purchase any souvenirs (because I'm broke), I took pictures of these things I will be looking forward to purchasing... 20 years from now: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/9550/bedazzledshirtsow9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the pièce de résistance: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/1114/wickedjacketqm8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a great evening. I got to sing a long to most of the tunes... got kinda teary-eyed with a couple of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-4180092540775884298?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4180092540775884298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=4180092540775884298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/4180092540775884298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/4180092540775884298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-night-with-barry.html' title='My night with Barry...'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-815606753206770828</id><published>2008-02-19T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T10:33:09.349-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anything Pinoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Pwede na pala ang Filipino...</title><content type='html'>I don't get it. What difference does it really make? Like, I can always start rambling in "Filipino", pero wala naman sigurong mangyayaring kakaiba. Huhulihin ba ako ng punong blogger ng Blogspot para ipatigil ang aking ginagawa? I don't think so. Anyway, it's just weird. But then again, I am really a novice at blogging and I am not computer-savvy as well. So this might have something to do with settings... and I never get anything "customized". Templates are fine by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if anyone can hear me, what does this really mean???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/4848/bloggernewslh4.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/7380593935550696040-815606753206770828?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/815606753206770828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=815606753206770828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/815606753206770828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/815606753206770828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/02/pwede-na-pala-ang-filipino.html' title='Pwede na pala ang Filipino...'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-547198193369010716</id><published>2008-02-14T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T09:23:42.132-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Happy Hearts Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/02/14/funny-pictures-i-you/"&gt;&lt;img style="FONT-SIZE: 486554px; WORD-SPACING: 486554px" alt="Humorous Pictures" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/02/funny-pictures-baboon-butt-heart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moar &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;humorous pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-547198193369010716?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/547198193369010716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=547198193369010716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/547198193369010716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/547198193369010716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-hearts-day.html' title='Happy Hearts Day!'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-3941024961238961161</id><published>2008-02-13T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T14:34:21.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I do for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>A prayer has been answered, now a dream has come true...</title><content type='html'>This is turning out to be one of the best days ever. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. HP Pavilion, San Jose. My countdown to "My Night with Barry" officially starts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img231.imageshack.us/img231/9854/barry400er8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-3941024961238961161?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/3941024961238961161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=3941024961238961161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/3941024961238961161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/3941024961238961161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/02/prayer-has-been-answered-now-dream-has.html' title='A prayer has been answered, now a dream has come true...'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-8068543132370780158</id><published>2008-02-13T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T09:16:34.044-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singledom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news combo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Office'/><title type='text'>My prayers have been aswered...</title><content type='html'>No, I have not met Mr. Right yet, but this is even better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img165.imageshack.us/img165/1915/strikeendsyl4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for The Office to come back on air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diff topic: A friend just got engaged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Denominator: Happiness all around! YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-8068543132370780158?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8068543132370780158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=8068543132370780158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/8068543132370780158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/8068543132370780158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-prayers-have-been-aswered.html' title='My prayers have been aswered...'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-7008538569024402554</id><published>2008-02-08T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T13:55:56.533-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I do for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How lame my life is'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cutesy stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Super Anime Saturday!</title><content type='html'>I haven't been watching as much animes as I used to. Well, to start with, my sister watches more anime than I do. I am very particular with the anime I watch: the drawing should be cute, good story line, with of course, the blushingly adorable love story. Yes, I watch that kind of anime. I mean, I don't mind Ghost in the Shell, I actually like it, but I LOVE the ones that are lighthearted... and cute... with the cute guy characters. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did mention that I was kind of out of touch with the latest anime releases out there, but three weeks ago, I stumbled upon The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya DVD on my weekly rummaging of DVD's to borrow at the library (it's free and you keep it for a week!). I watched it with my sister and we LOVED it. It's so kooky and weird and cute. The DVD, unfortunately, was only Vol. 1, I searched the library collection if they have the rest but they didn't... and because I am a resourceful anime fan, I signed up for Netflix' 2-week free trial period so I can watch the rest of the volumes. My sister and I had a marathon last weekend, and Suzumiya and crew did not disappoint. We want more!!! (Unfortunately, there is no vol. 5 yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img528.imageshack.us/img528/6840/themelancholyofharuhisusn5.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.imageshack.us/g.php?h=528&amp;i=themelancholyofharuhisusn5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img528.imageshack.us/img528/6840/themelancholyofharuhisusn5.7bf56f37be.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to tomorrow night's back to back anime extravaganza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. Can Death Note be anymore intense? I don't really know how to root for since I am constantly looking forward on who's going to make the next move. It's like a master's chess game. Last week was such an amazing episode, esp. the phone scenes. L is so awesome, Light is so evil. We'll see tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/3315/deathnotesl1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about Blood Plus? I loved that Saya did not reject Solomon outright, how she said that there isn't really time for dreaming about la-la land or what-not, something to that effect. I suggest that Saya should just get it on with Solomon so she could be pregnant like Diva is with Rikuu's babies. That will be awesome, but I don't think they'll do that because they don't want Haji's character relegated to the side of the Solomon and Saya show. Don't get me wrong, I love Haji, but Solomon's just... um, how do I say this... hotter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/1974/bloodplushajisayaandsolxd2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I could just learn the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FoOkl10W05E"&gt;Haruhi dance&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-7008538569024402554?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/7008538569024402554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=7008538569024402554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/7008538569024402554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/7008538569024402554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-anime-saturday.html' title='Super Anime Saturday!'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-5943372741310492834</id><published>2008-02-05T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T14:47:45.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Programs I will see on Pay-per-View'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;red white and blue&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hillary Clinton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Super Duper Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>Today is so super, I even added an extra "duper" to it. It is my first time (as a freshly-minted &lt;a href="http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2007/10/america-fk-yeah.html"&gt;US Citizen&lt;/a&gt;) to exercise my right to vote, and I am so excited about it, super duper excited, if I might add. As a registered Democrat, I will be choosing between Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama, as to who will represent the party in the Presidential election that will commence in the fall (super duper excited about tha too!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an artist rendition of the super duper-ness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img176.imageshack.us/img176/6919/061209clintonobamadm9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-5943372741310492834?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5943372741310492834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=5943372741310492834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/5943372741310492834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/5943372741310492834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-duper-tuesday.html' title='Super Duper Tuesday!'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-7404698546167446197</id><published>2008-02-04T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T11:00:51.674-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Bowl ads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Super Bowl Highlight:  That's my cousin on TV!!!</title><content type='html'>It has happened many times before, I cheered for the losing team. Getting into Sunday, who would've thought the undefeated team would lose? I usually get behind the underdogs but I like Brady, he's from the Bay Area and I (generally) support people who is from this wonderful area of California. Also, he's the prettier version of Matt Damon in my opinion, and I heart Matt Damon, very dearly that anyone that remotely looks like him is showered with my love as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was awesome, despite my team losing. The ads: not so much (awesome). I did have one ad that I was looking forward to seeing, it was the Pepsi Max ad and my cousin was in it, I'm so excited for her. She was awesome at pushing that serving cart. The. Best. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xvXJMhwJX5s&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img444.imageshack.us/img444/8198/pepsijenbv8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish she'd make me her P.A. when she gets really famous, like the new Lucy Liu or something (which other Asian girl is famous out there anyway?). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-7404698546167446197?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/7404698546167446197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=7404698546167446197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/7404698546167446197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/7404698546167446197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-bowl-highlight-thats-my-cousin-on.html' title='Super Bowl Highlight:  That&apos;s my cousin on TV!!!'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-5449902134156666665</id><published>2008-02-01T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T13:58:32.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things I try to avoid but can&apos;t'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><title type='text'>Heath Ledger</title><content type='html'>It has been almost two weeks since the death of actor Heath Ledger. I did not really want to write about him. News of his death were everywhere: online, TV, radio. I thought in my little way, I am respecting the wishes of his family by staying away from all the hoopla so they can grieve privately (you know, in my own little way). But then, I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img443.imageshack.us/img443/6702/heathmatildaei9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My heart broke at this image of father and daughter. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such a tragedy to lose a brilliant actor who has not reached his peak yet. He is one of the few actors who is always amazing, whatever role he takes on. Daniel Day-Lewis dedicated his SAG award in his honor last Sunday, a great actor paying tribute to another great actor, they could've been part of the same project someday. Sigh. He surely will be missed on the silver screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/2662/heathphotomelbourne150tea2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heath Ledger&lt;br /&gt;4.4.79 - 1.22.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-5449902134156666665?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5449902134156666665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=5449902134156666665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/5449902134156666665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/5449902134156666665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/02/heath-ledger.html' title='Heath Ledger'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-7257256945773374119</id><published>2008-01-15T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:56:55.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zelda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How lame my life is'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goombas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Mario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addictive personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I have goals too'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring stuff'/><title type='text'>On my Calendar:  January 2008</title><content type='html'>It's the beginning of a new year. I was able to escape the exhausting duty of putting out end-of-year lists and it is such a relief. First of all, I am the only one who reads this blog and listing 2007 favorites will all be for naught; second, I do not think I am capable of putting one together. I enjoy reading end-of-year lists and I greatly admire all the bloggers and writers who coherently express their thoughts on why a movie, a book, or an album make it to their lists and I don't think I am not that confident with my opinions yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kind of make up for that (well, I don't really owe anyone... but myself, I guess), I decided to do a monthly calendar update... just a list of things of what I'm up to for the month, really. So pretty much bore-enducing stuff and a quick peek at how boring my life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) School. I'm back to school again... but this time it's serious, well, I have to be anyway, otherwise that'd be loads of money down the drain. I have three classes, two nights a week, two different institutions of higher learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Work. I still have two jobs, I am still on the fence if I should keep the second one. It's more of a drain to my resources than it is contributory, so we'll see. I've cut a deal with the regular job so I can leave early for school, they can take it off my pay, that's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Extra-Curricular Activities. Volunteer Work - I give two hours of my time to the local SPCA. I help provide some TLC to rabbits and other critters. I love it. I'll post more about it someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad is my life? Well, I don't know, that's relative. Some people think I don't have one, but I am pretty happy with hit. Granted, I don't really go out much anymore, except for movies and dinner, but I think I'd rather see a movie and try out new spots to eat at than go out and get drunk (I'll go out, once every six months probably). I think I'm getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did see The Kite Runner. I like it, although I can honestly say the book was better. I am still jonesing to see No Country for Old Men. Saw Juno last month, it was great, although the first 15 minutes was kinda Gilmore Girl-ish in the witty banter department. Saw Atonement last month as well, what a beautiful movie! James McAvoy is HOT! The girl who played Briony did such a great job, I'm sure she was channeling Nicole Kidman when filming... you can just feel the iciness. They did a great job adapting the screenplay, so I'd say I like the book and movie equally. On DVD, I have Hard Candy (checking out Ellen Page), saw Nanny McPhee (very cute), saw Transamerica (Felicity H. got robbed!), The Queen (Helen Mirren was good, but the movie was as boring as the Royals), will re-watch Eternal Sunshine..., I still have Kinky Boots, Lives of Others, and Eragon in my stack. I hope I can go through all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best "thing" of the month (I know, January's not over yet, but I don't think anything can surpass my love for this): THE LEGEND OF ZELDA: PHANTOM HOURGLASS on DS! OMG! It's such a great game. Love it! Love it! Love it! I bought the DS for my mom so she can play the brain games, but I might have to keep it now... sorry nanay! Also, can't wait to try Super Mario Galazy on Wii... heard so many great things about it, I'm sure I can't get past the first stage, but who cares? Mario is now in the effing galaxy! With effing goombas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's it for January, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/329/zeldactt1.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/7380593935550696040-7257256945773374119?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/7257256945773374119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=7257256945773374119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/7257256945773374119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/7257256945773374119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-my-calendar-january-2008.html' title='On my Calendar:  January 2008'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-3287925516446356338</id><published>2008-01-03T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T14:12:41.792-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Still Grieving - Part 2</title><content type='html'>I have not posted for a while because the last couple of weeks have been “eventful” that I cannot get myself to participate in any recent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the very same day that I wrote my last post of the year (11/27), my “Lola” (grandmother) was taken to the hospital***. There were frantic phone calls every couple of minutes and so, and I have decided to take off work early and go to the hospital. She wasn't looking very good and it was painful to see her in that condition. I didn't go to work the next two days, busy shuttling people to and from the hospital, picking people up from the airport, babysitting my "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" (grandfather). Lola &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Juling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was moved to the ICU and everyday, one little corner of the ICU wing became "our" corner. One can go visit anytime of the day and find at least one family member reading the paper, one knitting or crocheting, one playing Sudoku (well, there's at least 3 of us doing that), and several people eating. Everyday in that hospital wing became an impromptu potluck party. Similar to what my cousin Jen said, it's always a party when it comes to our Lola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were there in the hospital day in and out, but we knew: our Lola &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Juling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is going to leave us all soon. Only a month gone in the States, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nanay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (mom) came back Saturday the week my Lola &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Juling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was admitted in the hospital. She was the only one away amongst the siblings, and they were pretty much just waiting for her so they could make the decision. That was also the night that we got kicked out of the ICU wing (thanks to my niece, Ella who's reaching her "terrible two's" phase a bit too fast), people were getting emotional and I guess it can't be helped if you are made to decide on whether to hold on or let go. They did make the decision to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day (Sunday), our family packed the waiting area of the ICU wing as usual. Everyone, even the little ones, got to go in Lola &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Juling's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; room and bid their goodbyes --- the children (i.e. my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nanay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sibs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) decided to take the ventilator tube out of Lola, it was to be done around noon. After praying the rosary, the neurologist came in the waiting room to talk to the family, reassuring the family that Lola &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Juling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would feel no pain when the tube is taken out. It was nice to hear that, yet saddening that our last moments with Lola &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Juling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was upon us. Around noon, several family members, including myself, attended the Sunday service at the hospital chapel. On the walk back to the waiting area, we found out that Lola &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Juling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had passed on peacefully. She was 88.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next couple of days were busy days of getting everything and everyone organized for the viewing and the funeral service, there were also the novena, prayers for 9 evenings that were held at Lola &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Juling's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; house. For my part, I did everything I could to help, I was still picking people up from the airport, and have started sleeping over at my Lola's, accompanying my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Lolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and my Aunt. I have missed all my night classes, these two weeks were for Lola &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Juling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral service was gray and wet, but we took it as a blessing, that the heavens were crying with us that day. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; say I was happy that day, but I was not completely sad as well. I guess I was just glad that she led a happy life and that she was a beloved lady (just by looking at how many people paid their respects), and that she passed on peacefully, without any struggles.  (Although, I did break down a bit during the mass at church --- I just recalled how it was only a year before where we gathered with family and friends to celebrate my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Lolo&lt;/span&gt; and Lola's 60&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night while driving to my sister's with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nanay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I was telling her how lucky I was to have had experienced 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Lolas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in 2 different ways: My paternal Lola who we grew up with and who helped in taking care of us in the Philippines (she passed away when I was 9) and my maternal Lola who we enjoyed taking care of now that we've grown up (I moved here when I was 21). They were two different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Lolas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but I loved them both the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On January 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, my family is going to celebrate the 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day of her passing. It's a traditional thing, although I am not aware of its origins. It's for Lola &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Juling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so it's definitely going to be a party. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***She had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;intra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-cranial &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;hemorrhage&lt;/span&gt; due to stroke. She was able to contact 911 and an aunt that day before they found her unconscious in bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-3287925516446356338?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/3287925516446356338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=3287925516446356338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/3287925516446356338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/3287925516446356338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2008/01/still-grieving-part-2.html' title='Still Grieving - Part 2'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-5891729809879496481</id><published>2007-11-27T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T12:54:05.433-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Office'/><title type='text'>Projects Due</title><content type='html'>OK, so there are several things that I'm supposed to do that I have not:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Office Recap - this is very emotional for me, I don't think I'll ever get around to doing this unless I hear that the season's back on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poem Explication - I had to do three papers on Margaret Atwood's poem, Siren Song:  a bio on the poet, an analysis of the poem, and an explication of the poem.  I only did the first two.  I am so tired and drained that I can't even get myself to write it (which also explains the lack of posts).  I don't know if I'll ever turn it in.  Probably, we'll see.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marriage Ceremony - it's this thing that I have to do for my friend.  This one I really have to work on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Review for TOEFL - I was a FOB at one point so I have to take this exam so I can complete the requirements to transfer schools.  I didn't think I had to review since I have a pretty good grasp of the English language, but then I tried one of the self-tests and I almost FAILED.  Sad, but true... I guess I really am becoming an American.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas Stockings - we were asked to make a Christmas stocking at my part-time job. This one I'm all over... I'm too excited that I even volunteered to make some of my friends' stockings.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organize my Christmas list - I half-assed did this already, maybe I should revisit it and see if I could get away not giving gifts to some people.  Not only am I cheap, I'm also broke. LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I'm sure there's a lot more things I can add to this list, and less things I could take off.  Alrighty then, back to procrastinating.  &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/7380593935550696040-5891729809879496481?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5891729809879496481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=5891729809879496481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/5891729809879496481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/5891729809879496481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2007/11/projects-due.html' title='Projects Due'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-1357556797040450651</id><published>2007-11-20T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:49:29.614-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Office'/><title type='text'>Still grieving</title><content type='html'>I'm still grieving over the fact that Thursdays won't be the same anymore. Sure there's a couple more new episodes of 30 Rock (which has been totally brilliant this season), but Thursdays from fall thru spring won't be the same without The Office. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see this &lt;a href="http://tvdecoder.blogs.nytimes.com/2007/11/20/strike-news-writers-guild-helps-out-donald-trump/?hp"&gt;news&lt;/a&gt;.  Horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'll try to write my uber-late recap of last week's episode.  "Try" being the operative word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-1357556797040450651?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/1357556797040450651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=1357556797040450651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/1357556797040450651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/1357556797040450651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2007/11/still-grieving.html' title='Still grieving'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-8289435912155678215</id><published>2007-11-19T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T11:03:19.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Still working on it</title><content type='html'>I have not finished writing my papers for my English 1B class. It's due tonight. I had two weeks to do it. The funny thing is, I am not really stressing about not being able to turn it in on time. I've been so busy that I had to stop and not do a thing yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-8289435912155678215?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8289435912155678215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=8289435912155678215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/8289435912155678215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/8289435912155678215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2007/11/still-working-on-it.html' title='Still working on it'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-4404133683735455936</id><published>2007-11-15T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T19:06:14.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Office'/><title type='text'>Bittersweet Thursday</title><content type='html'>Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the last new episode of The Office.  Me really sad.  :(  I don't want to be selfish and all, and I'm sure I'm not alone hoping that the writer's strike end soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess I have to go back and attempt to do homework now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-4404133683735455936?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4404133683735455936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=4404133683735455936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/4404133683735455936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/4404133683735455936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2007/11/bittersweet-thursday.html' title='Bittersweet Thursday'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-1275782158115766607</id><published>2007-11-13T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:52:26.009-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Simpsons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul (Toby)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phyllis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dwight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Office'/><title type='text'>"No More S'mores, No More S'mores!"</title><content type='html'>I liked this episode. Although, I think this one of the episodes that would have flourished better in the 1-hour format. In addition to that, I like the "communal birthday party" dilemma better than the survivor man-arc of the episode. I'm not saying that the Michael Scott scenes weren't funny, I just liked the office dynamic in this episode. As an office bee myself, I can kinda relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This episode to me was short and sweet. Here are some of the scenes I loved about this episode:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The cold opening. I loved how Pam, Phyllis and Toby reiterated that Michael wasn't invited to the Wilderness Retreat. The scene where Toby was doing his talking head and Michael knocked on the glass was hilarious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dwight going around the office, showing the camera crew where he hides his weapons. Favorites were the Rambo-knife filed under "A.Knife" and the blow dart hidden in the toilet tan. I still can't stop cracking up just thinking about that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dwight as the Overkill killer. Very creepy and very Dwight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dwight hitting Michael with his shoe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Creed and his peach cobbler: "Tell him it's for Creed, she'll know..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael and his cut-up suit and the duct tape. Reminded me of The Simpsons episode where they joined a country club and Marge got a Chanel suit from an outlet store and kept on "re-configurating" it to fit in with the other country clubbers. (also, hmmm... sand wedge")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oscar giving the Jim-look.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pam's "Conference room?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael wearing a Battlestar Galactica sweater.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Creed skipping around the room. LOL. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sweet exchange between Michael and Jim.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And my favorite of the episode... past birthday (surprise) montage:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/Rzom6JD3f-I/AAAAAAAAACU/FeRdmo6uB_k/s1600-h/THE%20OFFICE%20SURPRISE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132457505648508898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/Rzom6JD3f-I/AAAAAAAAACU/FeRdmo6uB_k/s400/THE%2520OFFICE%2520SURPRISE.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture, again, courtesy of Best Week Ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(I was looking for a video clip, none available yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last new episode is this Thursday. Me sad. Me very very sad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-1275782158115766607?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/1275782158115766607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=1275782158115766607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/1275782158115766607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/1275782158115766607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-more-smores-no-more-smores.html' title='&quot;No More S&apos;mores, No More S&apos;mores!&quot;'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/Rzom6JD3f-I/AAAAAAAAACU/FeRdmo6uB_k/s72-c/THE%2520OFFICE%2520SURPRISE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-2573898020383202231</id><published>2007-11-09T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:52:26.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BWE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Office'/><title type='text'>I think I'm getting shunned</title><content type='html'>Ooops. I got too excited posting about The Office, and commented aboutlast night's episide "off-topic" on a post about &lt;a href="http://www.bestweekever.tv/2007/11/09/bwe-slang-the-kraft-single/"&gt;"Kraft Single"&lt;/a&gt; . Anywho, the first time I get a sort-of reply from the editor and I get a slap on my typing-too-excitedly-about-The Office hands. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/RzTThZD3f9I/AAAAAAAAACM/bFxjixil_uQ/s1600-h/comment.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130958446098087890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/RzTThZD3f9I/AAAAAAAAACM/bFxjixil_uQ/s400/comment.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snap.  LOL.&lt;br /&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/7380593935550696040-2573898020383202231?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2573898020383202231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=2573898020383202231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/2573898020383202231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/2573898020383202231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-think-im-getting-shunned.html' title='I think I&apos;m getting shunned'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/RzTThZD3f9I/AAAAAAAAACM/bFxjixil_uQ/s72-c/comment.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-3857966053423035544</id><published>2007-11-08T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:52:26.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feist'/><title type='text'>Me wants to see Leslie :(</title><content type='html'>I totally effed up in buying Feist tickets on time. There were too much stuff going on that I totally effed up. Oh well, she's a hardworking musician, she always tours. It is actually her second visit to SF this year. Maybe next year she'll come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/RzOy6pD3f8I/AAAAAAAAACE/aOhQ8wCdbrU/s1600-h/leslie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130641121029357506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/RzOy6pD3f8I/AAAAAAAAACE/aOhQ8wCdbrU/s400/leslie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In mourning, I will be playing her songs the whole day tomorrow at work. I'm sure it's going to be lots of fun at Nob Hill Masonic at 8pm tomorrow, while I fold merino sweaters or offer fitting rooms to lovely people or rummage through the stock room for good sales. Me so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pick-me-up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p8Z-DIAthbM&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-3857966053423035544?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/3857966053423035544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=3857966053423035544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/3857966053423035544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/3857966053423035544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2007/11/me-wants-to-see-leslie.html' title='Me wants to see Leslie :('/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/RzOy6pD3f8I/AAAAAAAAACE/aOhQ8wCdbrU/s72-c/leslie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-479168633837872603</id><published>2007-11-07T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T12:35:48.122-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul (Toby)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Daniels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kelly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Office'/><title type='text'>From the Frontline...</title><content type='html'>Hwaaaah!  They've officially shut down production of The Office!  Does this mean viewers will only get a short season?  I hope everything gets resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a clip with Greg Daniels, Michael Schur (Mose), Mindy Kaling (Kelly), BJ Novak (Ryan) and Paul Lieberstein (Toby) explaining to us what's really going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b6hqP0c0_gw&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b6hqP0c0_gw&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words from Michael Scott best explains how I feel about the whole thing:&lt;br /&gt;“It feels like somebody took my heart and dropped it into a bucket of boiling tears and at the same time, somebody else is hitting my soul in the crotch with a frozen sledgehammer and then a third guy walks in and starts punching me in the grief bone and I’m crying, and nobody can hear me, because I am terribly, terribly, terribly alone.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-479168633837872603?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/479168633837872603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=479168633837872603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/479168633837872603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/479168633837872603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2007/11/from-frontline.html' title='From the Frontline...'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-5846431887861996760</id><published>2007-11-06T15:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T15:06:28.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rickyv/1877257964/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2010/1877257964_fa861e11ae_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rickyv/1877257964/"&gt;Strike!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rickyv/"&gt;ricksterbot&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vance Refrigeration guy (The Office writer Gene Stupnitsky) and Andy (Ed Helms) lending their hands to the WGA.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-5846431887861996760?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5846431887861996760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=5846431887861996760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/5846431887861996760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/5846431887861996760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2007/11/strike.html' title='Strike!'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2010/1877257964_fa861e11ae_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-190438320783533187</id><published>2007-11-06T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T15:03:07.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Colbert Report'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Daily Show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letterman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Office'/><title type='text'>WGA vs AMPTP --- Let's get it on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what is this Writer's Guild strike we've been hearing so much about? How does it affect me? A regular person like me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a nutshell, this strike is causing a lot of TV shows, movies, etc. to halt production and it affects me because I am such a fan of the entertainment industry. I love watching TV and I enjoy going to movies (despite the ridiculous price tag). Movies won't feel the effect right now, but some TV shows are already playing re-runs since the strike started yesterday, November 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late night shows that I love: Letterman, Conan, The Daily Show, The Colbert Report do monologues and satire on current events, so obviously they get hurt by the strike first. I mean, what if Britney accidentally chokes on a burritto while driving on reverse and wiping her windshield on a stuck paparazzo... who would make fun of her? My point exactly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other thing that I am nervous about this ongoing strike is The Office. Most producers of the show are writers as well, and three writers also play characters in the show. What happens then? News is, Steve Carrell and Rainn Wilson decline to come in to work because they are also members of the WGA. Greg Daniels joined the picket line, despite his executive producer spot in the show. As of this time, there is only one script that is left unproduced. I don't think that's necessarily good news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm all for the writers receiving residuals on profits made from DVD's and new media, I think it's just fair. What I want is for this strike to end and that the writers and the producers/studios come to a happy agreement. It's a win-win-win situation, writers win, producers/studios win, and most importantly, I win. Besides, who wants to see reality shows taking over my TV. I am already living a reality, a real reality, not a fake, sometimes scripted (I'm talking to you Lauren Conrad!) reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more info on stuff I don't really know much about, please click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2007_Writers_Guild_of_America_strike"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-190438320783533187?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/190438320783533187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=190438320783533187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/190438320783533187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/190438320783533187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2007/11/wga-vs-amptp-lets-get-it-on.html' title='WGA vs AMPTP --- Let&apos;s get it on!'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-806512276945793194</id><published>2007-11-05T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T14:09:21.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biological clock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cradle-snatching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ovaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preggers'/><title type='text'>Can I also adjust my biological clock to fall back one hour?</title><content type='html'>Earlier today, I checked my e-mail and found out that one of my college friends is pregnant. I have not heard from her for like, a year or two, so it was quite a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her baby daddy is a 23-year old boy (she's 28, like me) they met when she acted in a play that he directed. I never knew that there was a performing artist-side of her the same way I never knew she'd get it on with the play's director. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks back, my younger brother and his wife welcomed their baby boy. A friend asked me what was it like becoming an aunt again. My reply: It felt like I just got kicked in the ovaries. My friend just LOL'd.  I don't understand, I really felt like my ovaries shrunk a bit, is that weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point? Babies ruin the lives of single people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid, I kid (no pun intended). I love babies. I'd like to have seven someday. Or maybe a puppy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-806512276945793194?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/806512276945793194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=806512276945793194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/806512276945793194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/806512276945793194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2007/11/can-i-also-adjust-my-biological-clock.html' title='Can I also adjust my biological clock to fall back one hour?'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-7641357848574410460</id><published>2007-11-05T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:52:26.390-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stanley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul (Toby)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exclusive clubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ferris Bueller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Pringles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facial hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dwight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Office'/><title type='text'>“Wanted: Middle-aged black man with sass. Big butt. Bigger heart.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would have posted this last Friday, but I was not feeling entirely well… again! Over the weekend, I lost my voice and I have been coughing incessantly. Not feeling any better today, but I always feel like crap on Mondays anyway so what difference does it make, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to The Office. This episode it not my favorite, nor is it my least-liked. I am kind of confused on how I feel about this episode, to be honest. I like the fact that Karen was back. I’m Team Pam all the way, but Karen is a cool girl (in my head, she is the same Karen Rashida Jones played in Freaks and Geeks, who I think is so bad ass, by the way). I don’t like that this episode was a bit cartoon-y with the “panty raid” and fake moustaches, but I also like it because of the said “panty raid” and fake moustaches. So yeah, like I said sentences ago, I am confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, The Finer Things Club. A lot of viewers have been ragging about how they hate this idea. I liked the FTC, I wish I could be part of it someday, the same way I want to be part of an inside joke. Currently, there is a FTC in Facebook (started by a fan/blogger). I don’t have a Facebook account, but I might consider opening one just to be a part of the FTC. I have been invited to join Facebook numerous times by different friends, but I have not relented. Now, when I have to beg a stranger, I think I would, only to be a member of the FTC. Pathetic, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some stuff I liked about the eppy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• The Michael Scott dummy ala Ferris Bueller and Stanley’s opinion of it&lt;br /&gt;• The FTC being the 2nd gayest thing about Oscar, the first being ‘having sex with men’&lt;br /&gt;• Michael’s reaction to seeing Toby wearing a bow tie&lt;br /&gt;• Pam slinking away after Michael got shot down by Ben Nugent&lt;br /&gt;• Dwight’s Mr. Pringle-like ‘stache&lt;br /&gt;• Dwight cutting his penis on the soda can lid&lt;br /&gt;• Andy trying to get in the FTC, 2nd choice: Party Committee; Safety: Scrantonicity II&lt;br /&gt;• The Karen-Jim awkward exchange&lt;br /&gt;• Jim hiding the fact that he did not read Angela’s Ashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite, although totally ridiculous, was the walkie-talkie conversations between Michael and Jim. Too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/Ry-P52m5wpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MHsE3RCUnmU/s1600-h/THE%20THREE%20MUSTACHTEERS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129476724672283282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/Ry-P52m5wpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MHsE3RCUnmU/s400/THE%2520THREE%2520MUSTACHTEERS.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pic courtesy of Best Week Ever blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-7641357848574410460?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/7641357848574410460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=7641357848574410460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/7641357848574410460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/7641357848574410460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2007/11/wanted-middle-aged-black-man-with-sass.html' title='“Wanted: Middle-aged black man with sass. Big butt. Bigger heart.”'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/Ry-P52m5wpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MHsE3RCUnmU/s72-c/THE%2520THREE%2520MUSTACHTEERS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-321061838026275570</id><published>2007-11-01T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:52:26.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Sedaris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>"I do, in fact, like helping miserable children, Mr. Sedaris."</title><content type='html'>Last Monday, I went to An Evening with David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sedaris&lt;/span&gt; in San Jose. Granted I was late a good thirty minutes, but all was worth the trip and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; journey to our designated seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One entrance was for even numbered seats, the entrance on the other side of the building was for odd numbered seats. I looked at our tickets, and of course, it said: Seats 1 and 2! What are the chances, right? Our seats were smack in the middle of the balcony! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;. It would have been fine if we weren't late, I turned to the usher and gave her a pleading look of seating us somewhere else. She got what my eyes where whining about and told me, "It's a full house, you have to seat on your assigned seats, and we can't have you sit on the steps." That ended that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for what seemed like an eternity, I gathered up the strength to walk through several feet of people laughing, blocking some people's view in the process. With every seat I pass, I had to do the customary, "Excuse us, I'm sorry". It didn't help at all that the balcony was just one long row after another. Seriously, if I ever watch a show at that place again, I would never eat Mexican food... nor drink lots of water prior to the show. OR maybe, that's when the Stadium Pal can come in handy... at least for the water consumption, Mexican food is still a no-go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we got settled in: We laughed at Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sedaris&lt;/span&gt;' funny stories. May have wiped tears off my eyes once or twice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Applauded&lt;/span&gt; non-stop (I did stop... eventually).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll get to see him read again, I did enjoy it a lot. I had three books signed by him... it was so surreal. At one point, I thought to myself, "I am actually exchanging words with David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sedaris&lt;/span&gt;!". Here's a memento from that unforgettable night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/RypP2mm5woI/AAAAAAAAABs/s8WRA41IXvk/s1600-h/ATT12005117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127998925209977474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/RypP2mm5woI/AAAAAAAAABs/s8WRA41IXvk/s400/ATT12005117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was just so unreal and I was so giddy with excitement. When I got home, I saw a package (and the name of its sender) that it hit me, I did not get a book &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;autographed&lt;/span&gt; for my friend. Sob. I was feeling so horribly selfish as I wrap myself in the tartan throw the same friend gave me from his recent trip to Scotland. An &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;autographed&lt;/span&gt; book could have been the perfect Christmas present for him. For a minute I was tempted into whiting-out my name and replacing it with his name, but then I realize, that's worse. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. He was the one who convinced me to skip school to see the show, and this is how I thank him? What a friend I am. (I scoff at myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be my friend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-321061838026275570?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/321061838026275570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=321061838026275570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/321061838026275570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/321061838026275570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-do-in-fact-like-helping-miserable.html' title='&quot;I do, in fact, like helping miserable children, Mr. Sedaris.&quot;'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/RypP2mm5woI/AAAAAAAAABs/s8WRA41IXvk/s72-c/ATT12005117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-3845375952918744561</id><published>2007-10-31T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:52:26.630-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cutesy stuff'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/Ryi2Umm5wmI/AAAAAAAAABc/vtsA7-ajRB0/s1600-h/halloween-gifs-10.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127548640838664802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/Ryi2Umm5wmI/AAAAAAAAABc/vtsA7-ajRB0/s400/halloween-gifs-10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This year, I dressed up as a Brownie Girl Scout. Not the slutty kind. I'm never the slutty version of someone for halloween. Because you know, I can always be slutty whenever I want. Someday. Perhaps.&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/7380593935550696040-3845375952918744561?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/3845375952918744561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=3845375952918744561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/3845375952918744561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/3845375952918744561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/Ryi2Umm5wmI/AAAAAAAAABc/vtsA7-ajRB0/s72-c/halloween-gifs-10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-4234370999133040995</id><published>2007-10-30T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:52:26.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stanley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kool Aid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meredith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ad jingle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dunder Mifflin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darryl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sue Grafton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phyllis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dwight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kelly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Office'/><title type='text'>“Dunder Mifflin: The People Person’s Paper People”</title><content type='html'>As you can see, I did not write anything last week. It was my mommy's (yes, I still call her mommy, got a problem with that?) last week here in the States, she left for the Philippines last Saturday (sob), and we were all really busy. Also, I took a break from work, and work = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; access (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shhh&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last week, The Office went back to its 30-minute format. I guess I am one of the very few people who did not mind the hour-long episodes (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eppys&lt;/span&gt; as they are called in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;internets&lt;/span&gt;). The hour-long episodes CAN be quite a drag, but I did enjoy the first four &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;eppys&lt;/span&gt; anyway (and I totally gushed on the last 1-hour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;eppy&lt;/span&gt;). Going back to the 30-minute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;eppy&lt;/span&gt; was great but then it was as if something was missing. After 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;eppys&lt;/span&gt; that dealt with several plots, Local Ad left me wanting more. It was a good episode, don't get me wrong, but there was just something that's amiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine points of the episode, Local Ad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andy figuring out what product the Kit Kat jingle was promoting &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael Scott's "zooming out" vision for the ad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Creed, Andy, Darryl, Kevin and Kelly's jingle production - really catchy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pam clearing Michael's phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sue Grafton at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Steamtown&lt;/span&gt; Mall and Creed calling her "sexy hot"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meredith telling Jim to "Piss or get off the pot!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael inventing the unicorn at 5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dwight and Jim's Second Life avatars - I want Philly Jim!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Creed eating Pam's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hashbrowns&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Angela not liking mysteries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Urban Stanley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just added: How can I forget the Phyllis-Dwight part of the Ad? "You have a son, and it's me."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lastly&lt;/span&gt;, and what I thought was the best of all: Kevin as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kool&lt;/span&gt; Aid Man. Best. Ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/Rydq7mm5wlI/AAAAAAAAABU/fIkBaruIBA4/s1600-h/OFFICE%20KEVIN%20KOOL%20AID.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127184272993141330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/Rydq7mm5wlI/AAAAAAAAABU/fIkBaruIBA4/s400/OFFICE%2520KEVIN%2520KOOL%2520AID.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/Rydq7mm5wlI/AAAAAAAAABU/fIkBaruIBA4/s1600-h/OFFICE%20KEVIN%20KOOL%20AID.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This week's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;eppy&lt;/span&gt; should be good. Karen's back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get the song out of my head, so let me share it (the glee or the pain) with you: &lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tw8B5uC1rvQ&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-4234370999133040995?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4234370999133040995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=4234370999133040995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/4234370999133040995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/4234370999133040995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2007/10/dunder-mifflin-people-persons-paper.html' title='“Dunder Mifflin: The People Person’s Paper People”'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/Rydq7mm5wlI/AAAAAAAAABU/fIkBaruIBA4/s72-c/OFFICE%2520KEVIN%2520KOOL%2520AID.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-2834460473347371596</id><published>2007-10-30T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:52:27.004-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no more green card'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;red white and blue&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncle Sam'/><title type='text'>America... F*@k Yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last week was a momentous time in my American life. It was a day that would live in infamy... it was the day that I became a... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/RydcVWm5wjI/AAAAAAAAABE/BAjGHvGIISY/s1600-h/fireworks3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127168222700356146" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/RydcVWm5wjI/AAAAAAAAABE/BAjGHvGIISY/s400/fireworks3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;US CITIZEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(cue: "patriotic" music) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/RydcVWm5wjI/AAAAAAAAABE/BAjGHvGIISY/s1600-h/fireworks3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127168222700356146" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/RydcVWm5wjI/AAAAAAAAABE/BAjGHvGIISY/s400/fireworks3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got to say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wilsoninfo.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Clipart" src="http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc229/wil5037/pledge_flag1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I guess it's a good thing. I mean, Uncle Sam's been taking my money for the last couple of years anyway, so might as well be a naturalized citizen and get in other countries without paying for tourist visas. Yay! Now, if I can only find a way to make more money so I can travel. I am an American now, and I live in America, and one's dreams come true in America, right? Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-2834460473347371596?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2834460473347371596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=2834460473347371596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/2834460473347371596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/2834460473347371596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2007/10/america-fk-yeah.html' title='America... F*@k Yeah!'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/RydcVWm5wjI/AAAAAAAAABE/BAjGHvGIISY/s72-c/fireworks3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-1246224433086268797</id><published>2007-10-23T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:52:27.433-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BWE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pharmacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out of the closet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumbledore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>Grab a Copy at Your Local Walgreens</title><content type='html'>The covers says it all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/Rx4lgD_T0JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TkSaxsakYz0/s1600-h/PEOPLE_dumbledore_ImGay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124574658751090834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/Rx4lgD_T0JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TkSaxsakYz0/s400/PEOPLE_dumbledore_ImGay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awesome mag cover courtesy of Best Week Ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-1246224433086268797?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/1246224433086268797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=1246224433086268797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/1246224433086268797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/1246224433086268797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2007/10/grab-copy-at-your-local-walgreens.html' title='Grab a Copy at Your Local Walgreens'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/Rx4lgD_T0JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TkSaxsakYz0/s72-c/PEOPLE_dumbledore_ImGay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-1433684030363378824</id><published>2007-10-19T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T15:08:07.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BWE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul (Toby)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squee and sigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B and B&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PBandJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dwight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garbage'/><title type='text'>"In fact, um, I'm In Love with Italian Food"</title><content type='html'>Swoon. Squee. Swoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told y'all that Friday's The Best Day Ever (and don't forget it's the same day they televise The Best Week Ever on VH1). However sucky everything else is, the memories of last night's episode of The Office just makes me all giddy. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, last night's episode did not give me a whole bunch of LOL's, but it did make me, sigh... sigh... and sigh --- in a good way. It was sad, it was heartwarming, it was awesome. Seeing Michael take the bus and go to his 2nd job was a little depressing. Seeing Dwight, altogether, was just heartbreaking. I did not heart Angela last night, especially after Andy gave her Garbage. PB&amp;amp;J? They evoked a completely different set of emotions from me, none of them distressing or miserable. Squee! The kiss was so reminiscent of the Casino Night kiss. It was just so great. The other officemates were great too... love the conference room debate on the propert use of who/whom --- I would never know what the answer is. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart Paul Lieberstein for writing and directing (his first!) this episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just added:  More Mose please!  I would so stay in the Irrigation room myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-1433684030363378824?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/1433684030363378824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=1433684030363378824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/1433684030363378824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/1433684030363378824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-fact-um-im-in-love-with-italian-food.html' title='&quot;In fact, um, I&apos;m In Love with Italian Food&quot;'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-4477502736791986095</id><published>2007-10-17T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T14:55:13.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephen Colbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Colbert'08</title><content type='html'>Let me begin by saying that I am backing him up through and through. Although, it is true, that technically (and/or legally) I am not allowed to vote in any state or federal election (yet), it is my right to voice out my opinion, and my opinion is that: Colbert for the White House!!! (Are green card holders actually covered by the Bill of Rights? I hope so.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am still under the weather and have been feeling sluggish, I was not able to stay up to hear the pre-annoucement and the actual announcement of candidacy until this morning. By the way, I am all for the Colbert-Huckabee ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might not be the actual clip of the announcement, but this would give a citizen ample reasons to vote for the guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h66Be4iblRc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes amazing pictures, huh? Take that Putin! After November '08, you won't be the hottest world leader anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-4477502736791986095?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4477502736791986095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=4477502736791986095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/4477502736791986095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/4477502736791986095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2007/10/colbert08.html' title='Colbert&apos;08'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-9105218688990782828</id><published>2007-10-16T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:52:27.613-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike White'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me in 15 years'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>I've Got the Sniffles</title><content type='html'>I got sick over the weekend. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that Blockbuster would believe me and not charge me a past due fee? I was supposed to return "Year of the Dog" yesterday, but I was in bed the last two days trying to recuperate. I missed English class too. Will probably fail that class. -Sniff-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/RxT0bT_T0GI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vEu1rtRTBUE/s1600-h/yr+of+d+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121987426286555234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/RxT0bT_T0GI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vEu1rtRTBUE/s320/yr+of+d+dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change subject: OK, back to "Year of the Dog". It's the latest release from Mike White (is it wrong to crush on him? he's adorable, probably gay)... that movie, I'd have to say, it's like seeing my life 15 years from now. It's about this woman (played perfectly by Molly Shannon) who is single, who I think (judging from the lines on her face) is around her 40's, who lives alone with the most adorable Beagle named Pencil (played really well by Prada and CK, although I think CK played Pencil better). An unexpected event led Peggy (Shannon) into a journey of self discovery. I know, that's a lame way of putting it, but I didn't really want to add spoiler alerts. But yeah, I thought it was really good, just because it's pretty realistic and the acting was really good, and that maybe because it might happen to me in a couple of years, seriously, it scares me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I'm going to Blockbuster now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-9105218688990782828?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/9105218688990782828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=9105218688990782828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/9105218688990782828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/9105218688990782828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-got-sniffles.html' title='I&apos;ve Got the Sniffles'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/RxT0bT_T0GI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vEu1rtRTBUE/s72-c/yr+of+d+dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-7787078341785360357</id><published>2007-10-12T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T14:52:44.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squee and sigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dwight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABBA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PBandJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acappella'/><title type='text'>"What is a Jim?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lifeintheoffice.com/wp-content/images/characters/Jim.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, what is a Jim? A Jim is the hot awesome slacker from The Office, who, just recently, made the most coveted love story on TV (that's MY opinion, thank you very much) public. -Sigh!- Jim and Pam, Pam and Jim, Jam, now PB&amp;amp;J... -sigh!- I'm not saying that they're the best part of The Office, they're just great to watch. Last night was AWESOME! My favorite part: Andy singing acapella ABBA to Angela... it was too much, in a good way, if that's possible. My heart did go out to scruffy Dwight, but I'd have to say, Andy won big points for that number. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G2XVzXny7pc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G2XVzXny7pc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a confession to make: I only saw the last twenty minutes of the show last night. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I underestimated my teacher, I thought I could finish last night's test in under an hour, but I didn't. It was quite challenging. I underestimated myself as well, I thought I was just going to give up and hand my paper at 8:30pm so I can leave, but no, I didn't give up until I gave a better approximation (I was just guessing for answers at this point). I finished at a little past 9:00pm, drove home as fast as I can and enjoyed the last minutes of the show. OMG! The rooftop conversation... -sigh-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good part: I saw the whole episode online today... at work, Shhh. Don't tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-7787078341785360357?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/7787078341785360357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=7787078341785360357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/7787078341785360357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/7787078341785360357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-is-jim.html' title='&quot;What is a Jim?&quot;'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-6644003464648553496</id><published>2007-10-10T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T14:49:35.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='days of the week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pushing Daisies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Didi'/><title type='text'>Wednesday is the Second Greatest Day of the Week</title><content type='html'>Because, it is the eve of The Office night... which is Thursday, the bestest day ever! Or, maybe Wednesday is the third greatest since Friday is pretty good too, it starts the weekend (and additional greatness if payday falls on a Friday) and I always feel good on Friday after I have seen The Office. So yeah, scratch that, Wednesday is the THIRD greatest. Anyway, expect a bunch of The Office references in this blog. It can't be helped. Don't even get me started on "jumping the shark" issue this season. I will keep mum on that topic until we've reached halfway thru the season. And if that IS the case, you have to admit, it is still the best show out there, which tells you something about other shows... they suck? Although tonight, I think I will watch Pushing Daisies... it reminds me of Amelie and it's kinda Tim Burton-ish... see if it'll hold my interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Buy "I Am America" tonight. And food for Didi, the prettiest guinea pig in the world! (Shhh! The building manager doesn't know, please don't rat me out!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380593935550696040-6644003464648553496?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6644003464648553496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=6644003464648553496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/6644003464648553496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/6644003464648553496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2007/10/wednesday-is-second-greatest-day-of.html' title='Wednesday is the Second Greatest Day of the Week'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-2196878489838290680</id><published>2007-10-09T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:52:27.766-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephen Colbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>I am America --- if Dr. Colbert says so!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It drops TODAY! Get a copy! USA! USA! USA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/RwvfnT_T0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sG8VKINGvrE/s1600-h/IamAmerica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119431267910406226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/RwvfnT_T0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sG8VKINGvrE/s320/IamAmerica.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/7380593935550696040-2196878489838290680?l=piabeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2196878489838290680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380593935550696040&amp;postID=2196878489838290680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/2196878489838290680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380593935550696040/posts/default/2196878489838290680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piabeans.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-america-if-dr-colbert-says-so.html' title='I am America --- if Dr. Colbert says so!'/><author><name>Pipi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181429728887408481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/SZvPyT7QqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/zWIS1NQJRUw/S220/DSC03075.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCbNvUsB2m4/RwvfnT_T0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sG8VKINGvrE/s72-c/IamAmerica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380593935550696040.post-5510388368587231641</id><published>2007-10-09T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T14:44:01.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome'/><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>After sporadically writing entries on a Word document, I thought the time has come to formally blog. Well, I lie. I have blogged previously, six or seven entries, if I remember correctly. It was on one of those social networking sites I hardly visit anymore. The few occasions that I do go back to that site are times when I am feeling kind of down. I log in the site and check on people from my past to convince myself that I am still better off than they are --- just kidding. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, so maybe I'll check on one or two people to get a quick cheer pill, thank you! You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't think that blogging here would be any different from my multi-page "diary" at work (with a working file name of "thoughts"). Except for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occasional&lt;/span&gt; comments that would ask me to buy Viagra, I don't think anyone would actually read this... which is fine with me, I just have too much things in my head that I think it would be kinda healthy to deflate it out into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internets&lt;/span&gt;. That's harmless right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just in case you happen upon this blog. Welcome! (and please don't rat me out at work!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 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