<?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-4408319172219779298</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:45:43.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iM BREAKiNG FREE. THiS iS MY SWEET ESCAPE.</title><subtitle type='html'>...this a piece of my life, my randomnesses, my silliness, my pains, my cries, my rants&amp;raves, my complaints, my experiences, my beliefs, my wit, my seriousness, my nonsense, my views, my heart, mind, body &amp; soul...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-3378227990896486194</id><published>2008-07-01T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T00:20:05.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;!ding! dong! ding! dong! some reality check for us guys... more like an uplifter actually. Beautifully written poem with real good intentions. Love Et!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;" &gt;&lt;h2&gt; My Declaration of Self-Esteem&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;by Virginia Satir&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt; In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Everything that comes out of me is authentically me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Because I alone chose it - I own everything about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt; My body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Whether they be to others or to myself - I own my fanatasies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt; My dreams, my hopes, my fears - I own all my triumphs and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Successes, all my failures and mistakes Because I own all of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Me, I can become intimately acquainted with me - by so doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I can love me and be friendly with me in all my parts - I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt; There are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Aspects that I do not know - but as long as I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And for ways to find out more about me - However I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Me - If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Which I discarded - I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Productive to make sense and order out of the world of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt; People and things outside of me - I own me, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt; therefore I can engineer me - I am me and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-family:ARIAL,CHICAGO;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM OKAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Question is are you okay?? hoping so! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Eileenie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-3378227990896486194?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/3378227990896486194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=3378227990896486194' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/3378227990896486194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/3378227990896486194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-me.html' title='I AM ME'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-240375936697713310</id><published>2008-06-30T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:18:41.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee: Not Just Addiction, it's a Lifestyle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If you think about it, coffee really is an addiction during the earlier stages of your "caffeinated" life when all you think of is devouring it. I, myself had gone through that stage. I have had days when I find my self driving to a local Starbucks (most likely where the one i work at.. LOL) and get the strongest coffee I could have and drink it in an instant only to find myself wanting more. And this for the sake of drinking my coffee and have the day over with. This fetish probably also came with amountful sugar Starbucks add to there flavored lattes that's why my body keeps looking for more. It also got me through late night studies, or late night workouts or even through my whole day. But once you pass that "addiction" stage of it, the habit becomes a part of you, a lifestyle. Nowadays, (after almost 4 years of depending on coffee) i don't have that eagerness on wanting coffee like i did before. I just simply find my self grabbing for my favorite mug at home and start brewing me some coffee as part of my daily routine. It instantaneously became a part of my everyday life. I can't differentiate yet between my habits before to what I have become now. All I can really say is that I LOVE COFFEE???? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everytime I drink my cup of coffee though, I cannot get my mind off of thinking its pros and cons. So I did a little research about it which for the most part I already know of.&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;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 225px; height: 167px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://www.hermann-uwe.de/files/images/small_cup_of_coffee.preview.jpg" border="0" height="167" /&gt;So here are the pros and cons... that ive heard and read about.&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;+ Antioxidants&lt;br /&gt;+ Good for cancer (specifically ovarian)&lt;br /&gt;+ Controls Asthma&lt;br /&gt;+ Lessens the risk of kidney stones.&lt;br /&gt;+ among others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;X Heartburn&lt;br /&gt;X Addiction&lt;br /&gt;X BP&lt;br /&gt;X Ruins Circadian Rhythm&lt;br /&gt;X Dehydration&lt;br /&gt;X Dependence&lt;br /&gt;X Cost????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.. whatever it is... i still love my coffee. I still maintain my control, although i still believe a coffee a day, shoos eileen's trouble away. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Eileenie&lt;br /&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/4408319172219779298-240375936697713310?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/240375936697713310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=240375936697713310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/240375936697713310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/240375936697713310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2008/06/coffee-not-just-addiction-its-lifestyle.html' title='Coffee: Not Just Addiction, it&apos;s a Lifestyle.'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-3000604361558884232</id><published>2008-02-26T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T01:43:57.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i WAS JUST iN A HORROR SCENE LAST NiGHT</title><content type='html'>LOL... but not literally. it somehow just felt like it. so here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was walking around campus at around 6:00pm which is already fairly dark for vegas this time of year. i got out of class and i still saw people walking around. i went to the bathroom for a while to pee pee like i religiously do every hour of my life. LOL. so when i got out of the bathroom, the eerie feeling began. all the people disappeared. i mean theres a few, but not the usual rush on a 6pm. but the thing is i had to go to the bookstore to return my book i purchased earlier (made copies of the book for 5 bucks and returned it right after to get my full 40 dollar refund..hahah smart eh??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my classroom at that time to the bookstore was about a mile. lol.. exaggerating but you get the gist of it right?? and i was walking, cold, windy.... i felt alone and that someone was following or watching my every move. and the people i saw were the weird students, smoking in the corner, loners, those that dont give a damn about stuff around them. then the lights were fluttering like those effects in the movies, made it more scary. The scardy cat me... ran as fast as i could to somewhere in knew was safe. hahaha.. and get this.. i pulled out my cellphone from my purse and quickly dialed 911 so to get ready. so i got to the bookstore, returned my book, then i had to walk back to the parking lot. as soon as i got out of the bookstore, i saw the usual rush i see for 6pm. like everything went back to normal. what the heck was that? was it somekind of a prank. lol.. it was so surreal. its hard to get the picture of it just by reading this, but you have no idea how scared i was. damn it. next time im buying a pepperspray. hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... the point of this story??? is that..im bored as fuck. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eileenie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-3000604361558884232?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/3000604361558884232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=3000604361558884232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/3000604361558884232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/3000604361558884232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-was-just-in-horror-scene-last-night.html' title='i WAS JUST iN A HORROR SCENE LAST NiGHT'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-8328809405461721725</id><published>2008-02-11T20:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:36:14.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Countries i Wanna Visit</title><content type='html'>not in any particular order although bold faced are of much preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Korea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Greece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;South Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ethiopia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Spain&lt;br /&gt;6. Australia&lt;br /&gt;7. Thailand&lt;br /&gt;8. Japan&lt;br /&gt;9. Singapore&lt;br /&gt;10. Brazil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and the list goes on as i will encounter other great news about a new country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahhhh...the freedom of dreaming*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-8328809405461721725?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/8328809405461721725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=8328809405461721725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/8328809405461721725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/8328809405461721725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2008/02/top-10-countries-i-wanna-visit.html' title='Top 10 Countries i Wanna Visit'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-5227168927933896092</id><published>2008-02-06T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T19:58:39.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iTS VALEN-TiMES DAY AGAiN!!!</title><content type='html'>Its that time of the year again.&lt;br /&gt;Time to wear that sexy red dress again.&lt;br /&gt;Time and might be the only time to receive flowers/chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Time to be in love.&lt;br /&gt;Time to rekindle some sort of relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Time to spend quality moments with someone special.&lt;br /&gt;Time for reservations at fancy restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Time for dancing under the starry night.&lt;br /&gt;Time for maybe a get together with fellow single friends.&lt;br /&gt;Time for double/group dating.&lt;br /&gt;Time to look blooming.&lt;br /&gt;Time to feel love all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's as if i forgot all these feelings at once. this year, i might even break my own promise. I'll sure go out... thats IF someone does asks me out.&lt;br /&gt;But on a lighter note, hope everyone has a lovely valentimes.....day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loooove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileenie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-5227168927933896092?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/5227168927933896092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=5227168927933896092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/5227168927933896092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/5227168927933896092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-valen-times-day-again.html' title='iTS VALEN-TiMES DAY AGAiN!!!'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-5666960319225416399</id><published>2008-01-31T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T20:33:29.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOCiAL STATUS: MY LOVE LiFE.</title><content type='html'>In a span of a year and a half, i didnt know that i was gonna be shifting from one song to another this quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A little over a year ago I was completely singing my heart out to Natasha Bedingfield's song "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;SiNGLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;". It understood my feelings, its just like a song meant for me and my endeavor in the realm of love. The song goes out like this.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nCCcp_6SfMo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nCCcp_6SfMo&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ah yeah that's right&lt;br /&gt;All you single people out there&lt;br /&gt;This is for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not waitin' around for a man to save me&lt;br /&gt;(Cos I'm happy where I am)&lt;br /&gt;Don't depend on a guy to validate me&lt;br /&gt;(No no)&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to be anyone's baby&lt;br /&gt;(Is that so hard to understand?)&lt;br /&gt;No I don't need another half to make me whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make your move if you want doesn't mean I will or won't&lt;br /&gt;I'm free to make my mind up you either got it or you don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;This is my current single status&lt;br /&gt;My declaration of independence&lt;br /&gt;There's no way I'm tradin' places&lt;br /&gt;Right now a star's in the ascendant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm single&lt;br /&gt;That's how I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;I'm single&lt;br /&gt;That's how I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yeah Uh Huh that's right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to be on somebody's arm to look good&lt;br /&gt;(I like who I am)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I don't wanna fall in love 'cos I would&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna get hooked up just 'cos you say I should&lt;br /&gt;(Can't romance on demand)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna wait so I'm sorry if you misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in it's right time everything in it's right place&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll settle down one day&lt;br /&gt;But 'til then I like it this way it's my way&lt;br /&gt;Eh I like it this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make your move if you want doesn't mean I will or won't&lt;br /&gt;I'm free to make my mind up you either got it or you don't&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I'm single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my current single status&lt;br /&gt;My declaration of independence&lt;br /&gt;There's no way I'm tradin' places&lt;br /&gt;Right now a star's in the ascendant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;...however at this very moment, the mood quickly and surprisingly changed pace. I now find my self singing to yet another NB song called "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Soulmate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZbITxYgtlAY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZbITxYgtlAY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soulmate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Incompatible, it don't matter though&lt;br /&gt;'cos someone's bound to hear my cry&lt;br /&gt;Speak out if you do&lt;br /&gt;you're not easy to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible Mr. Loveable&lt;br /&gt;is already in my life?&lt;br /&gt;right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;or maybe you're in disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;who knows how to love you without being told&lt;br /&gt;somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;if there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are again, circles never end&lt;br /&gt;how do I find the perfect fit&lt;br /&gt;there's enough for everyone&lt;br /&gt;but I'm still waiting in line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;who knows how to love you without being told&lt;br /&gt;somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;if there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most relationships seem so transitory&lt;br /&gt;They're all good but not the permanent one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;who knows how to love you without being told&lt;br /&gt;somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;if there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;who knows how to love you without being told&lt;br /&gt;somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;if there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH... crazyness right??? you tell me! or could it be hormones??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uggh.. i guess i'll patiently wait and figure things out for now. so indecisive and mood swingy me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-5666960319225416399?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/5666960319225416399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=5666960319225416399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/5666960319225416399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/5666960319225416399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2008/01/social-status-my-love-life.html' title='SOCiAL STATUS: MY LOVE LiFE.'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-5282376368414349610</id><published>2008-01-20T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:49:42.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Novels i Read During Winter Break</title><content type='html'>In the span of a month and a half on my winter break for school, i managed to read four beautiful novels.&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jason/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-14.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jason/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-15.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 145px; height: 225px;" alt="The image “http://www.fictiondatabase.com/images02/sparks%20the%20choice.jpg” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://www.fictiondatabase.com/images02/sparks%20the%20choice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, a beautiful work from a beautiful author like Nicholas Sparks. A love story that revolves around a couple and choices they had to make to keep the relationship stronger and alive. How love taught them how to value life and protect life. It is such a powerful love story. Yes, a typical one, but Sparks still tends to add edges into his novel to not make it boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 146px; height: 222px;" alt="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0452287898.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0452287898.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lovely written novel from a new comer Marisa De Los Santos. Though its about romance, it is not a romantic novel at all but shows us how true love triumph in midst of uncertainties and bad instances. A connection from total strangers and opposites ends into love made by events and people around them. Expect a movie coming soon about this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 148px; height: 220px;" alt="http://www.filmpeek.net/images/ps-i-love-you1.jpg" src="http://www.filmpeek.net/images/ps-i-love-you1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book has already been made into a movie. But believe me, like any other novels turned into movies, the books is far better and movies tend to create its own story opposed to what is written. P.S I Love You is once again from a new comer. A very unique story i think. A mixutre of comedy, romance, drama and tragedy. And excitement rolls in your stomach as you read through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 141px; height: 188px;" alt="http://images.contentreserve.com/ImageType-100/0017-1/%7BCB31024E-6D1E-468B-AE00-21D80B0E05B8%7DImg100.jpg" src="http://images.contentreserve.com/ImageType-100/0017-1/%7BCB31024E-6D1E-468B-AE00-21D80B0E05B8%7DImg100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Nicholas Sparks movie. So i obviously love the guy. LOL. The second time i read this book. This story is similar to any kind of dear john stories-war, girlfriends, letter, and break-ups. but there are other elements that added to this novel that made it unique on its own. Its heart warming at first then tears your heart minutes later. A rollercoaster ride of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats its. im really happy ive read that much book during my free times before i go back to school again. *sigh* now im back to those boring, heavy, glossy and expensive books they call school books. lol. but along the way im hoping to reading more books like these or maybe go out of my comfort zone a little and try other genres of novels. hmmm... who knows maybe the next one i'll read is something ive never heard off or read before. for now i'll keep my options open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big kiss,&lt;br /&gt;eileenie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jason/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-16.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jason/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-12.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jason/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-17.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jason/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-18.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jason/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-12.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-5282376368414349610?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/5282376368414349610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=5282376368414349610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/5282376368414349610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/5282376368414349610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2008/01/novels-i-read-during-winter-break.html' title='Novels i Read During Winter Break'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-7600262907175717129</id><published>2008-01-15T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T00:12:38.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things That Makes Me Happy..</title><content type='html'>Here are the list of random things that makes me happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Feeling that weird tingle up my spine when i hear my fave song on the radio/ipod/laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Seeing an almost bird's eye view of las vegas at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nightouts/movies/dinner with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Reading a good book/novel at starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Friendly conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Thrifty shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Cuddling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A new set if make up or kits {i.e. brushes, eyeshadows, lipstick, etc.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Coloring books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-7600262907175717129?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/7600262907175717129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=7600262907175717129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/7600262907175717129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/7600262907175717129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2008/01/10-things-that-makes-me-happy.html' title='10 Things That Makes Me Happy..'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-2997946922144930338</id><published>2008-01-15T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T13:03:43.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Into...</title><content type='html'>At this early on i am already looking into a lot of stuff and possibilities for my future. I am overly excited about going into the real world, finishing my studies, getting the degrees in need and start teaching. I get chills just thinking about it. I felt like teaching is really meant for me. Its something when you see yourself in it enjoying it, and its another when you just dont find a spark with it. i mean, i already felt and experienced both. My earlier days in college i chosen to go for a field i thought i was gonna be happy with. It was a financially stable kind of profession. I dreaded every second of it though. there was a weird heavy feeling in my heart. Until two semesters ago when i decided that it wasnt for me and went for other possible realms of career i want to pursue. Ive always wanted to be a teacher, ive always liked kids and sharing knowledge with them. So then i moved to elementary education. it was a relief. I see such a huge difference from my personality back then to what i am now. for a change i felt a dagger pulled out of my chest. it is such a lovely feeling. and i couldnt be any happier and excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, im looking into my future. what/where/when/how should i make this happen. Until recent months ive been looking into teaching abroad. Korea caught my eye the most. For some reason, i could see my self teaching in korea like some kind of premonition. i dont wanna jinx anything but i would like for this to happen for real. right now i am just working hard to get my degree and some experiences and prove to everyone my worth of being a good educator. hope all goes well from here and i couldnt wait any longer. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kamsamnida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;big kiss,&lt;br /&gt;eileenie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-2997946922144930338?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/2997946922144930338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=2997946922144930338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/2997946922144930338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/2997946922144930338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2008/01/looking-intoo.html' title='Looking Into...'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-7856990590009191193</id><published>2008-01-12T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T20:01:38.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007/2008</title><content type='html'>Okay, being always fashionably late in real life, i might as well carry that trait on in this wonderful blogosphere and try to talk about the coming new year and my thoughts of the past year being already late of a topic as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i begin by rambling about how the year 2007 treated me. It scared me soo much how i  eerily felt 2007 came by sooo quickly. It scared me even more when i heard people yap about the same experience too. I mean wow, i clearly remember what i did january 2007 like it was just yesterday. How i was celebrating 2007 new year and waking up to celebrate christmas already. it felt as if time was moving fast, that i needed to catch up with it or that i needed to savor every moment of it. i dont know, it really bugged me how last year went by so quick&lt;br /&gt;Was it because i didnt have any significant moments that happened this year? or was it the opposite? that i did became so busy this year that i was preoccupied and cared nothing about the world outside of me? yeah i remember having full loads of classes and spending my time at some random place everyday of my life to study and ignored friends calls to hang out and how this was so unusual of me. i remembered spending less and less time at work to the point that ive not been getting my usual income. i remembered random guys ive spent intimate moments/converstations with and also exactly how each affair ended.  and other nonsense stuff too. the point  is, its not really any different from my past years. so even to these day, im still pondering to my self what made 2007 special to me? right now, i just cant get the gist of it. maybe sooner or later something will pop-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i must move on the what 2008 has in store for me. i expect a lot from this year. mainly a lot of moving on, letting go, setting and breaking free as i embark on my journey outside of home. yes, i intend to move for the sole purpose of reaching my goals and also feeling the independence. This year, i also intend to finding a partner i can have conversations with, i can cuddle with, i can cry to aside from people right now who are in my comfort zones. i want someone new to rely my love on and that will care for me just the same.  i deserve this for having sucha lonely 2007. i look forward to travelling more or getting in to roadtrips with random people i love. mainly, i know my life has already been arrange in terms of what i want for my life, my goals and future, but this year, i finally want to put the finishing touches to make it even more secure. in other words, i want to make these goals happen this year. i want to finally decide what i want for my life and my future and make up my mind on it. it is sucha hard decision but i know i can overcome this. hopefully, year 2008 will treat me well. we can only wish and pray for these things, but the real action takes place when we make that first critical step. and that is what im about to do, its just a matter of making the right one. but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good riddance to all of us. and God Bless. Have a safe and blessed 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Eileenie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-7856990590009191193?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/7856990590009191193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=7856990590009191193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/7856990590009191193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/7856990590009191193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2008/01/20072008.html' title='2007/2008'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-7428637935564133142</id><published>2007-10-24T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T23:42:27.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CURIOUS GEORGEs</title><content type='html'>Here we are taping our selves while watching a video. What that video is...see for yourself and pls dont blame me. lol.. tata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uXwgRtxpkog"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uXwgRtxpkog" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; eileenie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-7428637935564133142?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/7428637935564133142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=7428637935564133142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/7428637935564133142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/7428637935564133142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2007/10/curious-georges.html' title='CURIOUS GEORGEs'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-4624500548197490692</id><published>2007-10-09T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T18:42:13.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FiRST "A" ESSAY THiS SEMESTER</title><content type='html'>I just wanna share my first essay for this semester for my english literature class. I dont mean to brag but it is an "A-" essay and im very proud of it. lol. i justed wanted to share since i havent posted anything in ages. enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TAKE ME HOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    Indeed, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.  It is a big world out there that a moment to get to know, love and respect oneself is the first step to make it physically, emotionally and spiritually in this random world.  We can compare our own quest of self discovering and fulfillment to Odysseus’ twenty years of journey away from home and loved ones.  As we grow up, we experience the true meaning of life and it is not always easy and relaxing.  Some parts of life are meant to be difficult and challenging to prepare us in greater tests ahead.  In his adventure, Odysseus faced many ups and downs which made the heart of this epic.  His story and our own journey and journeys to be begins with a choice: one that is usually difficult to make but is also the only ticket for the way home.&lt;br /&gt;    It was a painful decision for Odysseus to agree to lead the war in the city of Troy.  He knew the consequences and suffering it will bring forth to his life and his family’s.  Knowing it is the only way home to agree and get it over with, he finally decided to join with the mind set that he will succeed and return safely.  During his voyages, he endured in a an exhausting trip:  fighting in a ten year war, bumping into a giant hostile cyclops, being lost at sea, and held captive by sexual goddesses.  He faced these tests with only one goal and that is returning safely home to his loving wife and son.  With perseverance and help of some good friends he met along the way, he finally returns back home and meets his families and friends anew.  Upon his return to his hometown he receives his real award for this long sojourn.  Nothing can beat the feeling of being back home seeing  familiar faces, meeting his son for the first time in twenty years, rekindling relationships with his faithful wife and feeling the warmth of good friends around.  These are the real reward for a man of honor and it is something money cannot buy.   This adventure made Odysseus the man he really is: brave, determined, loving and powerful.&lt;br /&gt;    Our own journey, we could say, is synonymous to his.  Like Odysseus, we can accomplish the same outcome with the same perseverance and the same attitude he possessed.  Our journey also starts with a significant decision and it is just a matter of making the right one.  Do we want to take risks and endure painful path to achieve the success we want where everything will turn out okay in the end anyway?  Or do we want to play it safe, not taking chances and live a bland life?  A wise man like Odysseus would go for taking the risky adventure and face consequences.  It is these hardships that makes up a strong-willed, determined and fulfilled human being.  Success does not happen over night.  One has to work hard for it and even challenge themselves to find the real meaning of their life’s conquest. After the wild adventure is where we find our true peace and serenity which makes us feel safe and at home.  It will also make us feel powerful, knowledgeable, compassionate and accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;    Odysseus’ long battle away from home gave a deeper meaning to his life and personality.  He faced whatever lies ahead of him, good or bad, just to get safely back home.  With a knowledge of how harsh the battle he will go through away from home, he still chose to depart.  More than benefiting himself, he knew it was going to benefit his beloved countrymen.  It was that choice, of going to the war, that gave Odysseus the true essence of the word “success.”  Our own journey is identical to his if we also posses the same attitude.  We do not know what our future brings. Will it be dreadful or will it be pleasant?  The necessary step is for us to determine and to make it happen.  In that important step though, is where the decision making comes from.  It is this brilliant step that will get us to the right path, make us see the randomness of the world and finally takes us safely home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher's note says : "not as polished as i would like it to be, but a very well thought out essay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileenie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-4624500548197490692?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/4624500548197490692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=4624500548197490692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/4624500548197490692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/4624500548197490692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-first-essay-this-semester.html' title='MY FiRST &quot;A&quot; ESSAY THiS SEMESTER'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-6502051613713015993</id><published>2007-08-09T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:02:08.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CANADA EH?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RrrFJoP_8HI/AAAAAAAAAL0/B77ZOS-QQMc/s1600-h/DSC_0362+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RrrFJoP_8HI/AAAAAAAAAL0/B77ZOS-QQMc/s320/DSC_0362+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096602697537155186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RrrFKIP_8II/AAAAAAAAAL8/dnsSHUmVoaY/s1600-h/DSC_0355+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RrrFKIP_8II/AAAAAAAAAL8/dnsSHUmVoaY/s320/DSC_0355+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096602706127089794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RrrFKIP_8JI/AAAAAAAAAME/qfRkJ1t81Ng/s1600-h/DSC_0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RrrFKIP_8JI/AAAAAAAAAME/qfRkJ1t81Ng/s320/DSC_0341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096602706127089810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RrrFKYP_8KI/AAAAAAAAAMM/H4rpzcwsdD0/s1600-h/DSC_0351+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RrrFKYP_8KI/AAAAAAAAAMM/H4rpzcwsdD0/s320/DSC_0351+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096602710422057122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RrrFK4P_8LI/AAAAAAAAAMU/LvOce0L1vBo/s1600-h/DSC_0352+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RrrFK4P_8LI/AAAAAAAAAMU/LvOce0L1vBo/s320/DSC_0352+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096602719011991730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACTS ABOUT CANADA/CANADiANS (based on my experience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* it is such a wonderful place. weather, environment, greenery &amp; scenery wise.&lt;br /&gt;* they call soda&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, pop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;* there is a large majority of asian-indians, chinese and rednecks.&lt;br /&gt;* legal drinking age is 18!.&lt;br /&gt;* canadian guys are HOT.&lt;br /&gt;* canadian girls as well.&lt;br /&gt;* in group of friends, there is at least 0ne or two asian-indians.&lt;br /&gt;* very chill country/town(vancouver).&lt;br /&gt;* limited nightlifes available.&lt;br /&gt;* vancouver int'l airport is one of the best airports in the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;* almost all houses has basements.&lt;br /&gt;* hockey is everyones favorite sport, followed by baseball and tennis.&lt;br /&gt;* a perfect get away for the summer!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-6502051613713015993?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/6502051613713015993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=6502051613713015993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/6502051613713015993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/6502051613713015993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2007/08/canada-eh.html' title='CANADA EH?'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RrrFJoP_8HI/AAAAAAAAAL0/B77ZOS-QQMc/s72-c/DSC_0362+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-2447604137850172277</id><published>2007-07-18T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T00:11:22.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRiM &amp; PROPER</title><content type='html'>So tell me, is being modest out style now? Does people prefer the more provocative, bold and promiscuous way a lady caries herself? Please fill me in on this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the conservative ways? The prim and proper? The shy type but smart women of this society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not being conceited, but I do believe that I act in a manner a proper lady should. Yeah, Ive had my naughty days, my childish days, my dorky days, but that is who I am. I laugh hysterically, but do not strut my boobs. I flirt with opposite sex, but in a shy and typical way. I am not the sexiest, nor the prettiest person in the whole wide world, so I can't and won't attract attention by stripping clothes off or showing skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, everywhere I see: the cyberspace, work, the mall, TV, magazines, and school, I seldom see modest girls anymore. What's sad about this is that a lot of guys do fall for girls that shows sexiness in a fleshy way. Did they forget about the simple, smart and modest-that-can-be-attractive-and-sexy-ladies? So yeah, guys/boys what is your preference and why? I need to know these stuff so questions stops running in my mind. Thanks for your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ladies,, please have some modesty!!!! I leave you with these words from a famous Irish author, Jonathan Swift, &lt;span class="sqq"&gt;“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/as_blushing_will_sometimes_make_a_whore_pass_for/7975.html"&gt;As blushing will sometimes make a whore pass for a virtuous woman, so &lt;b&gt;modesty&lt;/b&gt; may make a fool seem a man of sense.&lt;/a&gt;” Peace out =)!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Eileenie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-2447604137850172277?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/2447604137850172277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=2447604137850172277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/2447604137850172277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/2447604137850172277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2007/07/prim-proper.html' title='PRiM &amp; PROPER'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-8892211466404953630</id><published>2007-07-04T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T22:57:46.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOBiLiZE ROBOTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 449px; height: 331px;" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u208/egyptoid247365/transformers.gif" alt="user posted image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRANSFORMERS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is out in theaters now. It is a freaking awesome movie. As what my brother just said, "That shit was dope men." LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went and watched in theaters today. Me and my brother James headed on there an hour and a half early just because we know it was gonna be packed. Damn right it was!!!! Thank God we managed to get good seats still. People of all ages and all races came there and watched it. But of course, eye candies were the asians and the geeky looking people. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to put the movie in words would be - three hours of awesome robot battles. Shia Lebouf never lost his charm. He is still cute as ever. Optimus Prime and Megatrons fight was the highlight of the movie, in my opinion.  This is by far, the best movie ive seen in years. Michael Bay (also directed Armaggedon and Pearl Harbor) did a fantastic job with this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll better watch it, "theres more to it than meets the eye". LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Eileenie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-8892211466404953630?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/8892211466404953630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=8892211466404953630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/8892211466404953630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/8892211466404953630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2007/07/mobilize-robots.html' title='MOBiLiZE ROBOTS'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-1700927743782412099</id><published>2007-06-26T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T20:35:52.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Act of Random Kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/7/3/T/O/evanalmighty2007prev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/7/3/T/O/evanalmighty2007prev.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ct of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;andom &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;indness- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Change the world by one act of random kindness at a time" - G (as in God)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan Almighty&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is a must-see movie. It is a great family movie. Hollywood had not been able to  produce a movie deserving to be called a "family movie" lately. This has been the first ever in ages, I think.  Better and funnier than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bruce Almighty &lt;/span&gt;by a long shot&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Steve Carrell has come a long way since the Newscaster character and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 40-year old Virgin. &lt;/span&gt;It brought along good messages and lessons for both young and mature audiences. And the message is that GOD rules us all and he has great plans for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you go see it too. It'll make your day. Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dont forget to do your act of random kindness today.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Eileenie&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-1700927743782412099?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/1700927743782412099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=1700927743782412099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/1700927743782412099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/1700927743782412099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2007/06/ct-of-r-andom-k-indness.html' title='&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;ct of &lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;andom &lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;indness'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-7748277917100594470</id><published>2007-06-24T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T00:28:56.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AUTOMATED CUSTOMER SERViCE</title><content type='html'>My internet connection was down for three days. First and second nights I let it pass just because I thought it is something temporary and I was not in the mood surfing the net anyways. The third night, I just got back from work aggravated so I turned on my laptop to surf the net so I could at least get my mind off of stuff. Then again, no connection. I finally called Cox Communication Services. And I HATE calling them because they put you on hold and you dont get to a representative that can help you as soon as you want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, after a few minutes, an automated computer voice server helped me. She/it walked me through stuff like turning my modem off, clicking something on my wifi link sys, etc while she/it tracks it down on their computer. All I had to do the whole time was say "YES", "NO", and "CONTINUE" loudly on the phone so the computer could program it. Going through it, I felt stupid because I thought talking to a computer on the phone is not going to get me anywhere. But, I was completely wrong. The whole thing just took five minutes or so and it got my connection back running again. It was the coolest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen, welcome to the digital age. DUH! lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileenie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-7748277917100594470?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/7748277917100594470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=7748277917100594470' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/7748277917100594470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/7748277917100594470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2007/06/automated-customer-service.html' title='AUTOMATED CUSTOMER SERViCE'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-2647233746426344100</id><published>2007-06-23T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T21:37:30.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iM READY TO BE "EXTRAORDiNARY"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXTRAORDiNARY &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by: Mandy Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bay tree&lt;br /&gt;Quiet and unseen&lt;br /&gt;I lived in stories but inside I kept a mystery&lt;br /&gt;I was a starling&lt;br /&gt;Nobody’s darling&lt;br /&gt;Flying in perfect circles&lt;br /&gt;Desperate company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m ready&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m ready&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m ready to be&lt;br /&gt;Extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A midnight airplane&lt;br /&gt;A window blowing&lt;br /&gt;I know I am another sparkle in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I shine on copper&lt;br /&gt;Still undiscovered&lt;br /&gt;But you must see me in the corner of your eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m ready&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m ready&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m ready to be&lt;br /&gt;Extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to wake up some day&lt;br /&gt;I am my own prey&lt;br /&gt;Stopping off at a sidewalk cafe&lt;br /&gt;The wind is playing up in the trees&lt;br /&gt;Kicking up confetti leaves&lt;br /&gt;Sings as if it’s all to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m ready&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m ready&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m ready to be&lt;br /&gt;Extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m ready&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m ready&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m ready to be&lt;br /&gt;Extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This is my last song syndrome/fave song at the moment.  I do want to be extraordinary sometime in my life. I want to oppose my usual boring, redundant, bland and plain life.  I want to add a spice into it. The question is though, WHEN and HOW? until then, Im now back to my normal life. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Eileenie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-2647233746426344100?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/2647233746426344100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=2647233746426344100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/2647233746426344100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/2647233746426344100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-ready-to-be-extraordinary.html' title='iM READY TO BE &quot;EXTRAORDiNARY&quot;'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-6375891331443393254</id><published>2007-06-16T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T22:26:58.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DESiDERATA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,   &lt;br /&gt;and remember what peace there may be in silence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;As far as possible, without surrender,   &lt;br /&gt;be on good terms with all persons.&lt;br /&gt;Speak your truth quietly and   clearly;&lt;br /&gt;and listen to others,&lt;br /&gt;even to the dull and the ignorant;   &lt;br /&gt;they too have their story.&lt;br /&gt;Avoid loud and aggressive persons;&lt;br /&gt;they   are vexatious to the spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;If you compare yourself with others,   &lt;br /&gt;you may become vain or bitter,&lt;br /&gt;for always there will be greater and   lesser persons than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your achievements as well as your   plans.&lt;br /&gt;Keep interested in your own career, however humble;&lt;br /&gt;it is a real   possession in the changing fortunes of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Exercise caution in your business   affairs,&lt;br /&gt;for the world is full of trickery.&lt;br /&gt;But let this not blind you   to what virtue there is;&lt;br /&gt;many persons strive for high ideals,&lt;br /&gt;and   everywhere life is full of heroism.&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself. Especially do not feign   affection.&lt;br /&gt;Neither be cynical about love,&lt;br /&gt;for in the face of all   aridity and disenchantment,&lt;br /&gt;it is as perennial as the grass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Take kindly the counsel of the years,   &lt;br /&gt;gracefully surrendering the things of youth.&lt;br /&gt;Nurture strength of spirit   to shield you in sudden misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;But do not distress yourself with dark   imaginings.&lt;br /&gt;Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Beyond a wholesome discipline,&lt;br /&gt;be   gentle with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You are a child of the universe&lt;br /&gt;no less than the   trees and the stars;&lt;br /&gt;you have a right to be here.&lt;br /&gt;And whether or not it   is clear to you,&lt;br /&gt;no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Therefore be at peace with God,   &lt;br /&gt;whatever you conceive Him to be.&lt;br /&gt;And whatever your labors and   aspirations,&lt;br /&gt;in the noisy confusion of life,&lt;br /&gt;keep peace in your soul.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;With all its sham, drudgery, and broken   dreams,&lt;br /&gt;it is still a beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;Be cheerful. Strive to be   happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;About two or so years ago, everytime I fall into sadness, confusion, arrogance and fear, I always find my self reading the "Desiderata" poem that is posted on our wall. It really gives me a sense of calmness in my mind every single time I read it. It keeps my feet on the ground and always reminds me of the good values and beliefs I have to follow in order to keep my sane. And I love love that feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lately, I was too preoccupied and busy and lazy to even read it anymore. I even forget we have it up there. If I would have remembered so, I would have handled those stress better and would have known how to calm myself. Now I came upon it again, and wow, what a spirit lifter this is. This makes me a good person in an instant. It is like a recharger. I love this feeling!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hope, reading this will make you feel as good as how I feel. This is such a lovely poem for us to just ignore. Please take a time to read it and sink in to your soul and mind. Be cheerful and strive to be happy. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Big Kiss,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eileenie&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/4408319172219779298-6375891331443393254?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/6375891331443393254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=6375891331443393254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/6375891331443393254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/6375891331443393254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2007/06/desiderata.html' title='DESiDERATA'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-6142881911919462583</id><published>2007-06-10T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T00:44:00.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUDOKU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This kind of game is really mind boggling. Fun. Challenging. Addictive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mechanics is as simple as: Filling the grids so that every column, every row, and every 3x3 boxes all contain numbers 1-9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-out; width: 283px; height: 283px;" alt="http://www.inertiasoftware.com/images/sample/sudoku.gif" src="http://www.inertiasoftware.com/images/sample/sudoku.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jason/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-7.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jason/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jason/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-9.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ive been at it every night of my life now. Its really addicting, and I "thank" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Jen&amp;Jonas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; for getting me hooked on this game. This game is kinda like that game "snakes" on nokia cellphones that makes you dont want to stop and the minute you close your eyes, images of it are the only thing you see. And, it gives you headache that you cant complain about because you just cant stop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When you do try to play it, please please do yourself a favor and start with the easy ones. You'll make your life easier. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Happy playing =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Big Kiss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eileenie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jason/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jason/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-6142881911919462583?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/6142881911919462583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=6142881911919462583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/6142881911919462583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/6142881911919462583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2007/06/sudoku.html' title='SUDOKU'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-8312653211974676187</id><published>2007-06-07T15:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T15:52:07.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUOTABLE QUOTES pt2</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Happy moments, PRAISE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult moments, SEEK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Quiet moments, WORSHIP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Painful moments, TRUST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Every moment, THANK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;."-- RiCK WARREN (author of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Purpose Driven Life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Very inspiring ain't it??? God Bless you ALL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Eileenie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-8312653211974676187?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/8312653211974676187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=8312653211974676187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/8312653211974676187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/8312653211974676187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2007/06/quotable-quotes-pt2.html' title='QUOTABLE QUOTES pt2'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-6609106499824409126</id><published>2007-06-02T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T22:29:06.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTY LiKE A ROCKSTAR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theimpulsivebuy.com/images/rockstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 292px;" src="http://www.theimpulsivebuy.com/images/rockstar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Damn, this drink is one of a kind. Shit, redbull does not even COMPARE!!!&lt;br /&gt;    So alright, Friday morning, I was tired, lazy, drowsy and sleepy. On top of that, I was in for a full eight hour closing shift at work that day. Arrrgghh. When I got to work, I just did not feel right. I wanted to boost up my energy quick but I didnt wanna drink coffee. So I rushed to the store to get me some energy drinks. I usually get RedBull. Ive been loyal to redbull ever since high school days. It does work in moderately satisfying way. The effects are tolerable but stronger than coffee. Anyways, so when I got to the store, I was just about to get my usual Redbull, for some reason, my hand directed to the Rockstar Energy Drink right next to it. I said it is fine, i wanted to try something different this time.&lt;br /&gt;    That whole afternoon, I felt it kick in. My energy boosted up the whole afternoon and throughout the end to the night. Although, it wasnt that strong yet. In fact i thought it wasnt as strong as redbull at that time. Well, thats what i thought...&lt;br /&gt;    That night, I couldnt sleep due to the caffeine intake from the drink. I felt bad for my laptop because I must've turned it on/off for the nth time since i could not sleep. I shifted from random books and magazines, to television, DVDs, and back to my laptop. Well, sometimes, this can be my routine if Ive had a lot of caffeine intake from work. But believe me, this night/day is very unusual. So anyways, I decided to just lie in bed at around 3am. All i did was toss and turn, talk to my self, sing and think about random stuff. By 4am, I was half asleep. And was again wide awake at 5am. WTF. I couldnt sleep at all, so i decided to just cook some noodles for my hungry soul. By 5:30am, i decided to go to the gym. Stayed there for about half an hour. After that, i went to walmart to do some grocery shopping. Got back home at around 9 am. Still not tired, so i then again watched more dvd. By 2pm, still no sleep. I decided to head on out and get something to eat and even, this is so spontaneous, got a TATTOO&lt;---watch out for new entry.&lt;br /&gt;     What the heck, and now, Im back at home, nothing to do, typing this blog with still no sleep at all. So ive learned my lesson. From now on, i'll stick to my REDBULL, and no more ROCKSTAR, unless, of course when needed (wink*wink*).&lt;br /&gt;    My mission now, is find me some sheep so i can go back to me peaceful sleeping. Thanks for reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Kiss, Eileenie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jason/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-6609106499824409126?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/6609106499824409126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=6609106499824409126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/6609106499824409126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/6609106499824409126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2007/06/party-like-rockstar.html' title='PARTY LiKE A ROCKSTAR!!!'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-1958159814594914646</id><published>2007-05-31T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:29:39.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotable Quotes</title><content type='html'>Noah Calhoun:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;color:#999999;"  &gt;I couldn't sleep last night because I know that it's over between us. I'm not bitter any more, because &lt;strong&gt;I know that what we had was real&lt;/strong&gt;. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt; I'll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The best love is &lt;strong&gt;the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more&lt;/strong&gt;, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and that's what you've given me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I hope to give to you forever.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. I'll be seeing you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE NOTEBOOK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-1958159814594914646?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/1958159814594914646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=1958159814594914646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/1958159814594914646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/Rl5ocGdEwfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/gURIs4dOh5g/s1600-h/DSC00638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/Rl5ocGdEwfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/gURIs4dOh5g/s320/DSC00638.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070605062443942386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/Rl5ocmdEwgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/d5ymHMwj3E0/s1600-h/DSC00644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/Rl5ocmdEwgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/d5ymHMwj3E0/s320/DSC00644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070605071033876994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/Rl5oc2dEwhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/LgkCn8LX2Go/s1600-h/DSC00646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/Rl5oc2dEwhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/LgkCn8LX2Go/s320/DSC00646.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070605075328844306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wednesday: Maybelle and I decided to take a little excursion trip to Red Rock Canyons. I got to drive since her car is in the shop. Can you believe it???? I DROVE TO RED ROCK!! OH MY GAAAAH! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So we got to redrock, checked out scenic places, took pictures, drank a lot of water, talked to strangers, roamed around, sat on rocks, posed a lot, played with the sun, danced in the car, sang, ran, walked, hiked, etcetera, etcetera.&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun day spent with my cousin. And its always fun having a nature trip. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Kiss,&lt;br /&gt;eileenie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-2135413399428356186?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/2135413399428356186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=2135413399428356186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/2135413399428356186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/2135413399428356186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2007/05/red-rock-pix.html' title='Red Rock Pix'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/Rl5rlmdEwsI/AAAAAAAAALE/D3btWRgX-mc/s72-c/DSC_0284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-2160113768118272394</id><published>2007-05-29T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T14:35:23.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAROON 5. iT WONT BE SOON BEFORE LONG...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/23/Maroon5ItWontBeSoonBeforeLong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 451px; height: 441px;" alt="Image:Maroon5ItWontBeSoonBeforeLong.jpg" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/23/Maroon5ItWontBeSoonBeforeLong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maroon 5, hit maker with the songs like, "She Will Be Loved", "This Love", and "Harder to Breathe", is back with their newest album.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, not as amazing as their past cd, but this one is a sure hit as well. Songs to look out for in this newest cd:&lt;br /&gt;"Makes Me Wonder"&lt;br /&gt;"Better That We Break"&lt;br /&gt;"Back at Your Door"&lt;--- my fave out of this cd.&lt;br /&gt;"Goodnight Goodnight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. Grab a copy. Say no to piracy, but if youre broke, i'll/we'll forgive you. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy Listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Eileenie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-2160113768118272394?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/2160113768118272394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=2160113768118272394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/2160113768118272394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/2160113768118272394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2007/05/maroon-5-it-wont-be-soon-before-long.html' title='MAROON 5. iT WONT BE SOON BEFORE LONG...'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-6232483650214355816</id><published>2007-05-22T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T00:43:30.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Dont Drink and Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:RED;"&gt;This is Jacqueline Saburido on September 19, 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:RED;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://carapote.free.fr/jaqueline/images/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:RED;"&gt;This is her and her Father, 1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://carapote.free.fr/jaqueline/images/2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her on Vacation in Venezuela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://carapote.free.fr/jaqueline/images/3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday party as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://carapote.free.fr/jaqueline/images/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a party with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://carapote.free.fr/jaqueline/images/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car in which Jacqueline traveled. She was hit by another car that was driven by a 17-year old male student on his way home after drinking a couple of hard packs with his friends. This was in December 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://carapote.free.fr/jaqueline/images/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the accident Jacqueline has needed over 40 operations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://carapote.free.fr/jaqueline/images/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacqueline was caught in the burning car and her body was heavily burnt during around 45 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://carapote.free.fr/jaqueline/images/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her Father, 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://carapote.free.fr/jaqueline/images/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://carapote.free.fr/jaqueline/images/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months after accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://carapote.free.fr/jaqueline/images/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a left eyelid Jacquie needs &lt;a style="border-bottom: 3px double; text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=9&amp;k=eye%20drops" status="eye drops" return=""&gt;eye drops&lt;/a&gt; to keep her vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://carapote.free.fr/jaqueline/images/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now 20 year old, he cannot forgive himself for driving drunk on that night three years Ago.&lt;br /&gt;He's aware of devastating Jacqueline Saburidos life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://carapote.free.fr/jaqueline/images/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone who gets hit with a car dies. This picture was taken 4 years after the accident and the doctors are still working on Jacqueline, whose body was covered with 60% severe burnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://carapote.free.fr/jaqueline/images/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;God forbids this happens to anyone close to me or I know. People are stubborn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently right after I got my drivers license and started driving around the city, I thought about something. What is the disadvantage of getting your license and start driving? I say it was being unable to drink whenever your out clubbing, or partying or just plain drinking at the bar with friends. So for a slew of occasions now, I wasn't able to drink alcohol at any parties and bars I have been to ever since I started driving. And Im very proud of myself for that. Even proud of my friends to for they did not let me drink and drive.  But I have a confession to make, yeah, I need a spank in the behind because I totally just did that today. I had a couple of shots in the bar and even took some with me on my way home. Okay, I wasnt drunk, but tipsy enough to drive in swirls on the streets of vegas. I am guilty of this, I am stubborn but I promised my self, even way before this, I will never drink and drive or at least try not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, right when I got home, I saw this message posted on Myspace bulletin. This totally hit me and made me feel guilty, nauseous and sad. This story is so sad and it had to happen to someone so innocent.  Live is so unpredictable out there. So please, dont drink and drive. Spare someone their lives and even yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this will serve as a lesson to stubborn people out there who could care less about anything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Eileenie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-6232483650214355816?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/6232483650214355816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=6232483650214355816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/6232483650214355816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/6232483650214355816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2007/05/please-dont-drink-and-drive.html' title='Please Dont Drink and Drive'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-7490234466481097096</id><published>2007-05-18T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:02:11.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLiCK PiCKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/Rk6Oa2dEwcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bg0zzYOpI9k/s1600-h/50_first_dates_48675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/Rk6Oa2dEwcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bg0zzYOpI9k/s320/50_first_dates_48675.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066143222783590850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DREAMGiRLS-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to have a sense musicality in you for you to appreciate this movie. It is based on a 1981 broadway musical, therefore there is a lot of singing in this one. This movie debuted American Idol 3 reject Jennifer Hudson. She did a terrific job acting and extra terrific when she sang.&lt;br /&gt;This movie is something you might want to watch with your mom or aunt or girlfriend. Some boyfriends/brothers/guy friends, I think, will have a hard time appreciating this one. Nevertheless, this movie is worth watching. A lot of goosebump moments when they perform. This will leave you wanting more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50 FiRST DATES-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive seen this movie thrice now. Until now, I still laugh my ass off, cry and laugh some more. For some reason, I find this movie bittersweet. It is just so sad that they have to go through that over and over again for the rest of their lives for what? just for her to forget it again and go through it again and its just going to be a cycle like that forever. But then again, its sweet and touching, because she has a man that loves her that is willing to go through this redundancy just for her to remember it even for a small period of time for the day. This magic is called...TRUE LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BECAUSE i SAiD SO-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A very typical mother and daughter relationship kind of story. The story evolves around a nosy and protective mother. Who, according to her, only wants her daughter to have a healthy relationship and not ending up alone. So, she does her daughter and her self a favor by setting up a blind date for her daughter where she picks the guys herself. The only thing is, she picked the guy according to her likings and not necessarily to her daughter's likings. This caused chaos because on the other hand, the daughter found another man. So she basically dated with two different guys at the same time. One guy she dated just because her mom said so, and the other guy, she came to really like and love. Very interesting to watch. Makes you wants to have sisters and a sassy mom, very funny relationships with the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE HOLiDAY-&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A feel good movie. Very refreshing to watch. Loved the character and the story. Im sure you'd love it too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so thats my flick picks for now. These are the four latest films ive seen for the past two weeks/month in the theaters, my tv and/or computer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BiG KiSS,&lt;br /&gt;EiLEENiE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-7490234466481097096?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/7490234466481097096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=7490234466481097096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/7490234466481097096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/7490234466481097096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2007/05/flick-picks.html' title='FLiCK PiCKS'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/Rk6Oa2dEwcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bg0zzYOpI9k/s72-c/50_first_dates_48675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-5105252687801501173</id><published>2007-05-16T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:28:51.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSiC &amp; LYRiCS</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b9QcfJoyaZE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b9QcfJoyaZE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="vidDescRemain"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;Cora:&lt;br /&gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need em again someday&lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time&lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: [Both]&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cora:&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but I just don't see the signs&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be something for my soul somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for someone to shed some light&lt;br /&gt;Not just somebody to get me throught the night&lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction&lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: [Both]&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cora:&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Not just another negotiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do And if you help me to start again&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="vidDescMore" class="smallText"&gt; (&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=b9QcfJoyaZE#" class="eLink" onclick="showInline('vidDescRemain'); hideInline('vidDescMore'); hideInline('vidDescBegin'); showInline('vidDescLess'); return false;" rel="nofollow"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-5105252687801501173?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/5105252687801501173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=5105252687801501173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/5105252687801501173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/5105252687801501173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2007/05/music-lyrics.html' title='MUSiC &amp; LYRiCS'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-7605185728204692672</id><published>2007-05-14T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T23:07:35.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippine Election 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Many things have had happened in the Philippines over the years. A lot of good things, and certainly many more bad things. Through the years, Filipino people had only felt and seen suffering, pain, hunger, illness, bitterness, murder, and poverty. This year and the coming years, we deserve way better than this. Its time for a change! Obviously, change does not occur overnight. It is something each and everyone of us needs to work on over and over again. If we fall, we rise up again. And change comes with wise decision making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been in the Philippines for almost eight years now. I never had the chance to exercise my right to vote there. Firstly, I wasn't at the right age while I was still residing there, and secondly, I together with my family just decided to become US citizens for various valid reasons. So, a lot of people will think that I do not have the right to even meddle with Philippine politics anymore. And this is all I have to say....YES I DO!!! I am in this as much as everyone is. I respect and still care for this country, my country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I cant cast my votes anymore, I still wanted to choose from the senatorial candidates. My Top Three would have been;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chiz Escudero&lt;br /&gt;2. Edgardo Anggara&lt;br /&gt;3. Panfilo Lacson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; think are the rightful ones to rule the senate. I like these three because they are proved to have had a change in the society. I remembered Lacson's day as a PNP Chief, and certainly he has done a lot of changes, for the better. Anggara and Escudero had the fair share in the society as well. They, and not some movie actor should win. So What? They acted out as politicians in the movies and they think its as easy as the real life. I probably do not know or understand where they are coming from, but Filipinos are smart enough to make wise decision. Actors are strictly for screens and they should just let the politicians who studied, and went to school or at least came from a family background of such to rightfully fill in as law makers, crime stoppers and helpers of the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not expecting anyone to understand and agree with these opinions I made. After all, what do I know about all of these? RIGHT? I do not fully understand whats going on inside and out as much as I wish i could. SO dont hate. Hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. oooOOOOoohh. I heard Pacquiao is losing over Custodio. THANK GOD.... People are smart you know. LOL...we have been there and done that. What happened? a BIG nothing... lol.. Know what I mean? anyways.. hope everybody voted wisely. Have a safe week ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Eileenie&lt;br /&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-7605185728204692672?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/7605185728204692672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=7605185728204692672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/7605185728204692672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/7605185728204692672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2007/05/philippine-election-2007.html' title='Philippine Election 2007'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-2878934977414136227</id><published>2007-05-08T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T19:05:59.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its my fucking birthday..... YAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Finally, im 21. Im very much legal here in the US of A. Wohoo..I wanna scream my lungs out. At the same time, i feel like im old. and the sad thing about it is that im still a kid at heart. I dont know when im gonna change this childish acts i have. i have to gain my poise and stand up as a grown lady. but i cant, i still goof around everywhere and anywhere. its not like im complaining, i love being myself, especially when i see people get mesmerized when i pull my jokes, my silly faces and my imitation of people. uggh.. nontheless, im happy and cant wait for what will happen in the days to come. "eileen, grow up!!!!"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, i have friends who still remembers this special day for me. Im thankful for my family whos been there for me through thick and thin. Im thankful for this special day GOD has given me. He has given me a wonderful marvelous gift....MY LIFE. Cant wait for many more birthdays to come and many more parties to come, many more trials to come, heartache, joy, laughter, pain, tears, experiences, love and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-2878934977414136227?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/2878934977414136227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=2878934977414136227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/2878934977414136227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/2878934977414136227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-my-fucking-birthday-yay.html' title='its my fucking birthday..... YAY!!'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-4280952393414569738</id><published>2007-05-07T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:02:22.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st party pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RkAQrg28QTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/vhxH6WHOePc/s1600-h/DSCF0671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RkAQrg28QTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/vhxH6WHOePc/s320/DSCF0671.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062064320905232690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RkAQrw28QUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ETXuQvzTBHE/s1600-h/DSCF0670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RkAQrw28QUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ETXuQvzTBHE/s320/DSCF0670.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062064325200200002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RkAQrw28QVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lGTPujk1fsE/s1600-h/flaunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RkAQrw28QVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lGTPujk1fsE/s320/flaunt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062064325200200018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RkAQBg28QOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ao9HY76KwjE/s1600-h/eileenbday18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RkAQBg28QOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ao9HY76KwjE/s320/eileenbday18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062063599350726882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RkAQBw28QPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kaN1zd3ytTM/s1600-h/eileenbday19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RkAQBw28QPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kaN1zd3ytTM/s320/eileenbday19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062063603645694194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RkAQBw28QQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jwF2RJa4ujo/s1600-h/eileenbday20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RkAQBw28QQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jwF2RJa4ujo/s320/eileenbday20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062063603645694210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RkAQCA28QRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pEX93nq4Gdw/s1600-h/DSCF0663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RkAQCA28QRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pEX93nq4Gdw/s320/DSCF0663.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062063607940661522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RkAQCA28QSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vHd88T8zpm0/s1600-h/DSCF0672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RkAQCA28QSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vHd88T8zpm0/s320/DSCF0672.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062063607940661538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RkAPmw28QJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QeUesLDXZDw/s1600-h/eileenbday11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RkAPmw28QJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QeUesLDXZDw/s320/eileenbday11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062063139789226130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RkAPmw28QKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/MgR9JtET5so/s1600-h/eileenbday12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RkAPmw28QKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/MgR9JtET5so/s320/eileenbday12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062063139789226146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RkAPnA28QLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SvFM9tFFew8/s1600-h/eileenbday15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RkAMyw28PlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9fc7NGVJOW4/s320/DSCF0668.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062060047412772434" 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/4408319172219779298-4280952393414569738?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/4280952393414569738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=4280952393414569738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/4280952393414569738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/4280952393414569738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2007/05/21st-party-pictures.html' title='21st party pictures'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RkAQrg28QTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/vhxH6WHOePc/s72-c/DSCF0671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-2035786333098043164</id><published>2007-05-06T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T22:05:39.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So what happens if the "daddy's girl" gets a fight w/ her DAD?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yeah, you heard that right. Me and dad had our flaws, as we had so many times before. But this time, i swore to my self i will hate my dad forever and what he did was unforgivable. Well, if you really think about it, its not really a big deal but at the same time, what he did was something out of line. Maybe i said those things at the spur of the moment. and thats how people usually are. they/we say things that are regretful when we are in the middle of madness. so what happened was, i had a party friday night. And even before that, ive already asked my parents if i could do such a thing at our house and invite a whole bunch of people. and they were cool about it. in fact, my mom gave me money to buy the necessary stuff for the party, my dad, although nagging about it, helped out too by cleaning the backyard. We even talked as to when it [the party] should end. and we all agreed with two AM, even though thats a little early with parties nowadays. So, the party started at 7 and the backyard started packin' up at around 830. everything seemed cool until my dad threw a fit. I wouldnt expect him to say that the party should end at 12 whether i like it or not. i couldnt think of anything bad that had happened for him to be a kill joy like that. All we did really is drink, which i think he wouldve cared less for. WHAT THE HECK WAS WRONG WITH HIM?/?? and then all of a sudden, my dad and my mom left the house, i think to gamble and just to get away from it. before they left though, my dad said that before they come back, the party should be long gone. i was like... wtf? its barely 10 pm. so that whole time they were gone, i didnt know how to feel, in fact all i felt was anger and pain and scared of what he would/could do. Nevertheless, i continued on with the party and had fun and did my best to hide what had just happen. When they came back, the party was not over yet, in fact even MORE people came. So my dad started to be a jerk, and everybody felt the negative vibe, not directly from him but to what was happening. so one by one, people started to leave. and by 1230...my house was completely empty. wtf? my dad succeeded with that. i dunno what his sole reason for throwing a fit like that, when i know the party was clean (except for drinks) and we werent doing anything wrong. Hayayay after taht, i cried myself to sleep. what a nice 21st birthday present right??????? *sigh*... to be continued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Kiss,&lt;br /&gt;EiLEENiE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-2035786333098043164?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/2035786333098043164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=2035786333098043164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/2035786333098043164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/2035786333098043164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-what-happens-if-daddys-girl-gets.html' title='So what happens if the &quot;daddy&apos;s girl&quot; gets a fight w/ her DAD?'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-8198566672072018573</id><published>2007-05-05T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:02:23.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You want a piece of HOME?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RjzlQQ28PcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WtuKpbZQc5E/s1600-h/DSC_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RjzlQQ28PcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WtuKpbZQc5E/s320/DSC_0173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061172148823670210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RjzlQg28PdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qNnQCGDH7mU/s1600-h/DSC_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RjzlRg28PgI/AAAAAAAAACU/6xsogSwOeTk/s320/DSC_0169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061172170298506754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RjzkZg28PXI/AAAAAAAAABM/wr8oF7tbUJ4/s1600-h/DSC_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RjzkZg28PXI/AAAAAAAAABM/wr8oF7tbUJ4/s320/DSC_0182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061171208225832306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/Rjzkag28PbI/AAAAAAAAABs/ruI_uww5Fq0/s1600-h/DSC_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/Rjzkag28PbI/AAAAAAAAABs/ruI_uww5Fq0/s320/DSC_0180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061171225405701554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, we had some visitors from the the Philippines. They are real close family friends back home. My tito yoli and tita jenny's been here a couple of times already. But in this particular visit from them, they brought along their two lovely girls with them. This is the first time ive seen these two for almost 10 years. Wow, theyve grown. Who wouldve thought that that youngest is already a graduate from high school. ALREADY? time flew by so fast. I remember when we were younger, even though i was years older than them, we'd still be playing hide and seek, it and a lot more. I remembered those family outings we had, parties weve been to and stuff like that. Its just nice seeing someone from HOME because you'll feel like somehow youre at HOME. So this was definitely one of the highlights of my week. Fun times Fun times....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sa uulitin..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BiG KiSS,&lt;br /&gt;EiLEENiE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-8198566672072018573?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/8198566672072018573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=8198566672072018573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/8198566672072018573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/8198566672072018573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-want-piece-of-home.html' title='You want a piece of HOME?'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RjzlQQ28PcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WtuKpbZQc5E/s72-c/DSC_0173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-6170154544418928976</id><published>2007-05-03T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:02:24.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DRiNKS FOR AA PEOPLE....lmao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RjrAcQ28PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PCVyDzBy6S0/s1600-h/drinks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RjrAcQ28PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PCVyDzBy6S0/s320/drinks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060568723098451218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was grocery time for my party tomorrow night. Whew, we could just buy so much stuff at such little time and such decent amount of money. My mom gave me a hundred dollars for the drinks and i spent eighty dollars from my own money just for food and other stuff. It was fun shopping at the same time nerve racking. Im not really a good party host, or better yet i should say i havent hosted a lot of parties in my life yet, so i dont know which stuff to buy. Luckily, my friend Lily came with me and she helped me out. Best part was, she was already 21 and legal, so i just had her buy the liquour for me since i dont turn twenty-one for three more days. Ugghhh... just roaming around the liquour section makes me wanna puke. Uhhh...ew ew ew.. But we ended up buying, CLassic Bacardi, Jose Cuervo, Vodka and some mixers like margarita and sweet and sour mixers. ANd oh.. two packs of Smirnoff and a pack of heineken. I know right? what was funny was, me and Lily had two separate carts and her cart was full of liquour and everyone was looking at her like wtf. LMAO... i just keep saying to people jokingly that shes an aa(alcoholic anonymous) poor lily. Anyways, so when i got home and showed maybelle the drinks and stuff we bought, she was like... "thats it?"...what does she mean thats it? thats enought to feed the whole street and for them to be drunk as fuck. so we ended up calling friends and begged them to buy/contribute drinks as well. UGGGHH...im excited with mixed feelings. Hopefully it turns out well, safe and fun. YAY...im 21 bitches...now lets go clubbing...OR gambling...hmmm.. OR drink some more.. what ya'll think? HOLLER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BiG KiSS,&lt;br /&gt;EiLEENiE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-6170154544418928976?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/6170154544418928976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=6170154544418928976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/6170154544418928976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/6170154544418928976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2007/05/drinks-for-aa-peoplelmao.html' title='DRiNKS FOR AA PEOPLE....lmao'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RjrAcQ28PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PCVyDzBy6S0/s72-c/drinks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-3951664299786742721</id><published>2007-05-01T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:02:24.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Banner... LAME. lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RjbwKg28PQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ulFfwZl9B3I/s1600-h/friendscopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RjbwKg28PQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ulFfwZl9B3I/s320/friendscopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059495294807063810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been posting this banner all over myspace.. well actually just close friends.  Im really not the kind of person who would do this because i hate attention and shit... but its for my twenty first.. so what the heck. Might as well give it a try right.. it wont bite. lol. Im still shy though that i have to post it and tell people. But hopefully everything turns out well. Im excited i know that for sure... baby were gonna drink it up... wohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Eileenie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-3951664299786742721?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/3951664299786742721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=3951664299786742721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/3951664299786742721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/3951664299786742721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2007/05/party-banner-lame-lol.html' title='Party Banner... LAME. lol'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RjbwKg28PQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ulFfwZl9B3I/s72-c/friendscopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-7609572012166180737</id><published>2007-04-28T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T23:11:55.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Of The Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amazing isnt it? This Video blew me away..... genius!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uk2sPl_Z7ZU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uk2sPl_Z7ZU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-7609572012166180737?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/7609572012166180737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=7609572012166180737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/7609572012166180737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/7609572012166180737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2007/04/video-of-week.html' title='Video Of The Week'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408319172219779298.post-4045508948245916132</id><published>2007-04-28T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:02:24.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a Ride?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RjQ0fA28PPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VqGN1Dz4KDU/s1600-h/04282007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RjQ0fA28PPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VqGN1Dz4KDU/s320/04282007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058725988854938866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;So i finally got my drivers liscence today. I passed the test on the first try (beat that bitches, lol). So now i have something to be proud of. I waited for this freaking thing for the longest time, its not even funny, in fact embarrassing to have waited this long. Im freaking 21 for gosh's sake and i cant freaking drive. But thankfully, i dont need to feel embarrassed anymore. Everyone said it was miraculous that i passed it considering i never practiced driving (thank my dad for that) and today was the only day i really drove a car for the longest time. I agree with them about it being a miracle, but on the other hand, i can say i worked my butt off and focused that day so i really deserved it. Thank you Lord God!...so if ya'll need a ride... ahem ahem... call me. LMAO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Kiss&lt;br /&gt;-Eileenie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4408319172219779298-4045508948245916132?l=randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/feeds/4045508948245916132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4408319172219779298&amp;postID=4045508948245916132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/4045508948245916132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4408319172219779298/posts/default/4045508948245916132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomtalkeileen.blogspot.com/2007/04/need-ride.html' title='Need a Ride?'/><author><name>Eileenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228170605953422053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLctBwkBsms/RjQ0fA28PPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VqGN1Dz4KDU/s72-c/04282007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
