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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:waitaminute.blog.co.uk,2009-11-10:/</id><title>Political Drama, Teen Issues</title><link rel="self" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-10T16:14:56+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:waitaminute.blog.co.uk,2008-07-29:/2008/07/29/just-friggin-do-it-4514934/</id><title>Just friggin' do it.</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/07/29/just-friggin-do-it-4514934/"/><author><name>jadedsecret</name></author><published>2008-07-29T11:08:33+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T11:08:33+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;   I've officially decided to drop out of college for the meantime and then finally start my business which I've been putting off for sooooo long.&lt;br&gt;
   My mom isn't enthusiastic about my decision but at the same time, she wants to support me in my decision.And my sister? She's the person I thought who'd support me but instead, she told me it was a stupid decision.&lt;br&gt;
   All day, all I've done is research, research, research for my future business. I'm tired but I feel good about the whole thing. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/07/29/just-friggin-do-it-4514934/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:waitaminute.blog.co.uk,2008-07-11:/2008/07/11/not-ok-4432462/</id><title>Not Ok!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/07/11/not-ok-4432462/"/><author><name>jadedsecret</name></author><published>2008-07-11T05:48:04+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T05:48:04+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt; I really don't know what they're trying to imply placing a minor holding her newborn baby on the cover of Ok! magazine, portraying like she's just won an Oscar or something. You can say I'm old-fashioned but I don't think that it's a good message to all teenagers. Now, teenagers are making pregnancy pacts, like bringing up babies together is as fun as taking care of pets. Can anyone confirm if this is right??&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/452/2651452_7b40978132_s.jpeg" alt="ok-jamie-baby" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/07/11/not-ok-4432462/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:waitaminute.blog.co.uk,2008-07-03:/2008/07/03/grrr-grrr-4398697/</id><title>Grrr. Grrr.</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/07/03/grrr-grrr-4398697/"/><author><name>jadedsecret</name></author><published>2008-07-03T16:53:45+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:53:45+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt; One thing I can't really stand in this whole world is people being two-faced.&lt;br&gt;
 Call it anything else.&lt;br&gt;
 Plastic.&lt;br&gt;
 Fake.&lt;br&gt;
 Medusa.&lt;br&gt;
 You know those types of people whom you thought you are so cool with and it turns out that they can't stand you because of the shallowest thing?? I mean, why can't they just say it straight to your face how much they want to get rid of you and get it over with instead of prolonging the agony?? &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; You thought that everything was evenly settled but for some odd reason, that person you know has been a Plastic all along and doesn't even have the guts to say what his problem is to your face?? It's just pitiful. Those types of people don't know yet how to deal with their own problems so they're resorting to this, "Im-fine-outside-but-inside-you-are-the-most-disgusting-person-i-know."&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It just pisses me off!! Seriously!!&lt;br&gt;
I can forgive people who have the decency to tell me what things I'm doing wrong or things that I haven't done, but I will breathe fire at anyone who'll let the resentment grow and form it into a bomb against me when i have no friggin' idea... it's just not right, especially when someone is innocent!!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And C., if you're reading this, you know what I mean, you closet gay. Why can't you just admit you're gay (my gaydar has never failed me) and that you're making us move out coz u can't accomodate your friggin' "boyfriends" properly when we're in your space? Can't believe after everything we did just for you and your convenience...your reasons are remarkably SHALLOW and IDIOTIC. grow the hell up.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/07/03/grrr-grrr-4398697/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:waitaminute.blog.co.uk,2008-06-30:/2008/06/30/hahaha-4383454/</id><title>hahaha!!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/06/30/hahaha-4383454/"/><author><name>jadedsecret</name></author><published>2008-06-30T10:20:59+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T10:20:59+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt; I swear, watching Jeff Dunham and Achmed The Dead Terrorist is a laughing scream!! Jeff Dunham is a brilliant ventriloquist. He's appeared in David Letterman's show until there came a time his career took him to the Kodak Theater to do his thing. A combination of stand-up comedy and puppetry is sheer genius. Go to Youtube and type "Achmed" in the search bar. Click on the video that has already been viewed 53 million times!!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/06/30/hahaha-4383454/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:waitaminute.blog.co.uk,2008-06-12:/2008/06/12/pick-up-line-comeback-4304885/</id><title>Pick-up line comeback!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/06/12/pick-up-line-comeback-4304885/"/><author><name>jadedsecret</name></author><published>2008-06-12T08:33:21+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T08:33:21+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;This is what you're suppose to respond when some ugly guy comes up to you with the worst pick up line ever!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boy: Haven't I seen you someplace before?&lt;br&gt;
Girl: Yeah, that's why I don't go there anymore.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boy: So what do you do for a living?&lt;br&gt;
Girl: Female impersonator.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boy: Is this seat empty?&lt;br&gt;
Girl:Yes, and this one will be too if you sit down.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boy:So, wanna go back to my place?&lt;br&gt;
Girl: Well, I don't know. Will two people fit under a rock?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boy: I'd like to call you. What's your number?&lt;br&gt;
Girl: It's in the phone book.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boy: But I don't know your name.&lt;br&gt;
Girl: That's in the phone book too.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boy: What sign were you born under?&lt;br&gt;
Girl: No Parking.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boy: Hey, baby, What's your sign?&lt;br&gt;
Girl: Stop.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boy: Hey cutie, how 'bout you and I hitting the hot spots?&lt;br&gt;
Girl: Sorry, I don't date outside my species.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boy: May I see you pretty soon?&lt;br&gt;
Girl: Why? Don't you think I'm pretty now?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boy: Your body is like a temple.&lt;br&gt;
Girl: Sorry, there are no services today.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boy: I'd go through anything for you.&lt;br&gt;
Girl: Good! Let's start with your bank account.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boy: I would go to the end of the world for you.&lt;br&gt;
Girl: Yes, but would you stay there?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boy: Your place or mine?&lt;br&gt;
Girl: Both. You go to yours and I'll go to mine.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;After hearing a pickup line:&lt;br&gt;
I like your approach, now let's see your departure.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boy: Does beauty run in your family?&lt;br&gt;
Girl: It obviously doesn't in yours!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boy: What's your name sexy?&lt;br&gt;
Girl: Taken!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boy: Do you believe in love at first sight or do you want me to walk by again?&lt;br&gt;
Girl: Yeah, but this time don't stop!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boy: I think you're the best looking girl in here.&lt;br&gt;
Girl: Really? Well, I'd better go find the best looking guy then, hadn't I!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boy: Your legs go clear up to your a**.&lt;br&gt;
Girl: Most peoples' do!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boy: Can I buy you a drink?&lt;br&gt;
Girl: Go ahead, but only if you buy my boyfriend one too!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boy: You look like a dream.&lt;br&gt;
Girl: Go back to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boy: What`s it like being the most beautiful girl in the bar?&lt;br&gt;
Girl: What`s it like being the biggest liar in the world?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boy: I can see forever in your eyes&lt;br&gt;
Girl: But all I can see is never in yours.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boy: I looked up beautiful in the thesaurus today and your name was included.&lt;br&gt;
Girl: Thanks! Hey, I saw your name next to jerk.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;For the boys:&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;If you are looking at a girl and she says "What are you looking at?"&lt;br&gt;
say "I thought you were good looking, but I was mistaken."&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boy: Would you like to dance?&lt;br&gt;
Girl: Not with you.&lt;br&gt;
Boy: Oh, come on. Lower your standards a little, I just did.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Boy: Do you wanna dance?&lt;br&gt;
Girl: Yeah but not with you!&lt;br&gt;
Boy: You must have misunderstood me, I said you look fat in those pants&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;*note: I just grabbed this from a friend's blog. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/06/12/pick-up-line-comeback-4304885/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:waitaminute.blog.co.uk,2008-06-11:/2008/06/11/lovely-read-4301970/</id><title>Lovely Read</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/06/11/lovely-read-4301970/"/><author><name>jadedsecret</name></author><published>2008-06-11T15:07:23+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T15:07:23+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;  I just finished reading the classic "Little Women." And I think it's such a good book. The girls in the book are such darling characters: the tomboyish Jo, the prim and proper Meg, shy Beth and restless Amy. I loved the whole lot, including Laurie. And I also think it's nice that Meg does care for Mr. Brooke in the end. &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":&gt;&gt;" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I think Jo does care for Laurie in a more-than-friend manner if she weren't so cynical about being romantic and sentimental.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_cool.gif" alt="B)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/06/11/lovely-read-4301970/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:waitaminute.blog.co.uk,2008-06-10:/2008/06/10/one-of-those-days-4297042/</id><title>One of those days</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/06/10/one-of-those-days-4297042/"/><author><name>jadedsecret</name></author><published>2008-06-10T13:02:46+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T13:02:46+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;  I'm talking about one of those days (well, my days, specifically) when I'm just browsing around our local bookstore... It's one of those momentous days when I spot a book I happen to be looking for and it's on sale.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And I spotted the classic, "Little Women". Let me tell you that classic books in my local bookstore don't come cheap. I just happened to stumble into that bargain of a lifetime, which I soooo luuuurrve...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Anyway, after this, I'm gonna start devouring the chapters.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/06/10/one-of-those-days-4297042/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:waitaminute.blog.co.uk,2008-06-07:/2008/06/07/national-heroes-vs-celebrities-4285267/</id><title>National Heroes vs Celebrities</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/06/07/national-heroes-vs-celebrities-4285267/"/><author><name>jadedsecret</name></author><published>2008-06-07T15:14:09+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T15:14:09+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;  I swear that the Department of Education in the Philippines have nothing else to fret about. They're criticizing manufacturers of school notebooks about the cover designs of their products: local celebrities. I do agree that it's all in bad taste and does not promote anything other than their worthless soap operas and try-hard sitcoms. &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wth.gif" alt="|-|" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; One of the department people said that they should put pictures of our national heroes instead. I'm all for that, especially since I'm quite proud with the history of the Philippines, and I think a slice of the past should be enough for the schoolchildren to take their education seriously.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; One of the actors in the cover of the school notebooks was interviewed. And I'd love to rip his guts out and feed his pretty-boy head to the lions along with the other idiots in the industry because he claims that he thinks that national heroes should be on the cover...but if he was more "influential", why can't he be on the cover???&lt;img src="/img/smilies/graydead.gif" alt="XX(" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/06/07/national-heroes-vs-celebrities-4285267/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:waitaminute.blog.co.uk,2008-05-29:/2008/05/29/barefoot-cinderella-4241212/</id><title>Barefoot Cinderella</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/05/29/barefoot-cinderella-4241212/"/><author><name>jadedsecret</name></author><published>2008-05-29T07:53:30+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T07:53:30+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;  I found this article online that had given me a beacon of hope in my life. It made me realize that being a Cinderella without the glass slipper is perfectly alright. I admit, that when my best friend looks dressed to kill on a Friday night, I look less than hot and more than subtle. Gimme some credit, I do bare some skin. I'm flat-chested, I only brush my hair when I spot my comb somewhere in the condo, I don't go to the dermatologist , there are times I'm too lazy to wax my legs and I don't use foundation with my make-up because I feel like I'm laying cake on my skin. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; I have my best features, though I won't say which. I'm quite proud of them, including my flaws. Compared to my best friend who can afford to shop in the trendiest boutiques, I just rummage in my mom's closet and steal some pieces from my sister, and voila! I have my skills, my outspoken and frank behavior, and my values.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; Thank you, Walter Kirn, for writing this realistic and eye-opening article, for all those Barefoot Cinderellas out there.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elle.com/featurefullstory/13908/walter-kirn-on-relationships-june-2008-elle.html"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/05/29/barefoot-cinderella-4241212/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:waitaminute.blog.co.uk,2008-05-28:/2008/05/28/shut-up-miley-4238156/</id><title>Shut Up, Miley</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/05/28/shut-up-miley-4238156/"/><author><name>jadedsecret</name></author><published>2008-05-28T14:04:59+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T14:04:59+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt; &lt;img src="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m219/pageh9318/?action=view&amp;current=miley02.jpg" alt="Give her a break." title="Stop apologizing."&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; Scandalous. It started with that lacy bra, followed by other suggestive photos that are a hundred times magnified and contemplated by the media and the public. It's only right that she apologizes about those photos, but when she begged for forgiveness once more when her Vanity Fair photo came out, I am this close to pulling my scalp out of my head. How could her photos have "leaked" in the net? If she was an 18-year-old posing for Vanity Fair instead of a 15-year-old, would it cause a bigger speculation? &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; All I want Miley Cyrus to do is to stop saying sorry when there isn't a need to. This is a part  and partial problem when you're a teen growing up in the set of Disney: you are expected to keep a squeaky-clean, family sub-urbs, pink and innocent image. And when you're a teen with the infamous hormones and torn between being a kid and an adult, you're sure you cannot please everyone.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And for the record, I think her Vanity Fair picture is beautiful and sophisticated and shows her demure side.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/05/28/shut-up-miley-4238156/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:waitaminute.blog.co.uk,2008-05-28:/2008/05/28/no-lungs-4237680/</id><title>No lungs??</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/05/28/no-lungs-4237680/"/><author><name>jadedsecret</name></author><published>2008-05-28T11:37:55+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T11:37:55+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt; Yesterday, I had a chest x-ray as part of my requirement before I officially transfer to another university. I wasn't quite thrilled about going through the hassle but I had to. After a quick x-ray, one of the guys in the MRI center remarked that my lungs are so clear that it seemed like they weren't there at all.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; I had to laugh. It was relief to know that my lungs are in perfect shape, my pulmonary valves and aorta are within normal limits, and my sinuses are "unremarkable." &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; Damn. I need to look for my dental certification. It's somewhere in the house. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; Til next time.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; J.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/05/28/no-lungs-4237680/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:waitaminute.blog.co.uk,2008-05-26:/2008/05/26/fifty-percent-feminist-4224069/</id><title>Fifty percent feminist</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/05/26/fifty-percent-feminist-4224069/"/><author><name>jadedsecret</name></author><published>2008-05-26T14:18:10+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T14:18:10+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;  I don't know, I'm a bit of a radical, at the same time I'm an old-fashioned soul. I do believe in equality, but I also believe that men should have the right to show their gentlemanly side. Some women do get offended when men try to show their chivalrous side; they point out how sexist it is.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_crazy.gif" alt=":crazy:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
  Please. Some women try to live up so much to the equality issue that they forget how women were treated more than equals in the past. They now misinterpret a gentleman's gestures as undermining their equalness instead of thinking that it's a simple gesture of thoughtfulness. This is a world of irony- we sigh how chivalry is dying among men, and then scream sexist, chauvinist pig at the poor guy who opens the door for us. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; Maybe I'm just a tragic traditionalist caught in a radical's mindset, but hey, given the fact that women have started to dominate the workplace, women technically run the economy because they're the major decisionmakers of the household, the guys are beginning to appreciate personal grooming and their are also house-bound daddies. Give the guys a break.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/05/26/fifty-percent-feminist-4224069/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:waitaminute.blog.co.uk,2008-05-23:/2008/05/23/don-t-die-chivalry-4210313/</id><title>Don't Die, Chivalry</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/05/23/don-t-die-chivalry-4210313/"/><author><name>jadedsecret</name></author><published>2008-05-23T07:13:50+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T07:13:50+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;  The other day I was taking the train on my way to another city. I was quite tired commuting all the way to the train station, and the inevitable fact that I'd be one of the people standing, hanging on for dear life, with other people crowding around you, isn't something to look forward to.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_confused.gif" alt=":-/" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  So imagine my pleasure when a gentleman gave me his seat. That very much brightened the rest of my day.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; Well, I'm not saying that all men should give up their seats to every woman in the train or wherever, but the fact that the man did that simple act of chivalry is just breathtakingly refreshing. These days, when you go on a date, you split the bill. Not everyone's willing to give up their seat in the bus, even when there's an old lady standing with a bag of groceries.  Only a considerate few open doors ladies. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; I dunno, call me old-fashioned or whatever. But I think it's a big, big bonus when a guy sincerely practices chivalry.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":&gt;&gt;" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/05/23/don-t-die-chivalry-4210313/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:waitaminute.blog.co.uk,2008-05-22:/2008/05/22/things-you-need-to-know-4206638/</id><title>Things You Need to Know</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/05/22/things-you-need-to-know-4206638/"/><author><name>jadedsecret</name></author><published>2008-05-22T10:31:53+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:31:53+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;  My sister groaned the fact that she doesn't read the newspaper, or watch the news. I assured her that the only things she needed to know was:&lt;br&gt;
1.&lt;u&gt; Global Warming&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;
- it's affecting us now. And biofuel is so not going to be part of the solution.&lt;br&gt;
2. &lt;u&gt;David Cook&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;
-is the newly crowned American Idol. He won by 12 million votes against David Archuleta, thank God. And sometimes, I'd like to think that he's mine, muhahahaha. We're COOKin'!!&lt;br&gt;
3.&lt;u&gt; Rice Shortage in the Philippines&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;
- it does not friggin' exist. I ate in an italian resto that was taking advantage of it that had a sign on the door that said, "Save Rice, Eat Spaghetti."&lt;br&gt;
4.&lt;u&gt;The Questionable Electric Billing in the Nation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;
- for heaven's sakes, it's killing us that oil prices have skyrocketed, what's with the electric billing that is ridiculously sapping the nation, poor as it is already? The government officials certainly have something to do with it, whatever other people say.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; And so far, a super typhoon had hit my hometown and I'm not exactly thrilled to go back to a place with no electricity. At least the Questionable Electric Billing thing won't affect us for a month.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/05/22/things-you-need-to-know-4206638/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:waitaminute.blog.co.uk,2008-05-11:/2008/05/11/omg-wth-4158000/</id><title>OMG, WTH??</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/05/11/omg-wth-4158000/"/><author><name>jadedsecret</name></author><published>2008-05-11T01:53:27+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T01:53:27+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I can't believe it! My eyes popped out when I heard that Mariah Carey really got married with Nick Cannon!!&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_eek.gif" alt="8|" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
It's just so weird to me, I mean, because I never thought that of all people I could imagine Mariah ending up with, has to be Nick Cannon.&lt;br&gt;
 I like the Ashton-Demi pair-up, and I can tolerate 18-yr.-old Hayden dating her 30-yr-old co-star...but Mariah and Nick??&lt;br&gt;
 I should be happy for my all-time favorite singer in the world, but I gotta digest everything before I know how I really feel about the sudden marriage.&lt;br&gt;
 I know I'm not her mother, but... urgh. Nick Cannon?&lt;br&gt;
And the question is, would the marriage last?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/05/11/omg-wth-4158000/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:waitaminute.blog.co.uk,2008-05-10:/2008/05/10/i-don-t-believe-in-4156347/</id><title>I Don't Believe In...</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/05/10/i-don-t-believe-in-4156347/"/><author><name>jadedsecret</name></author><published>2008-05-10T16:30:09+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:30:09+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;First, I don't believe that there is a rice shortage in my homeland (Philippines, that is.)&lt;br&gt;
 I firmly believe that filthy people are hoarding rice that farmers have worked so hard to supply, and all of a sudden, we're importing rice from our neighboring countries. This country has a shortage that doesn't exist. Bastards. I live in a province where during road trips to the city, I'd never fail to see the the same hectares and hectares and hectares of rice fields that still look the same today.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Second, Pres. George Bush is suddenly into green solutions for global warming and stuff, when in  fact, he opposed such movements for the sake of "homeland security" and even told former opponent Al Gore that he'll put every American out of work for his obsession with global laughing. Too bad. Now he's being pressured by public opinion.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Third, I don't believe that Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny don't exist.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; Hmm. I'm quite glad I haven't forgotten my password to this blog, thank goodness. It's been a looooong time I haven't touched this account.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2008/05/10/i-don-t-believe-in-4156347/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:waitaminute.blog.co.uk,2007-11-06:/2007/11/06/5_little_things~3252652/</id><title>5 Little Things</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2007/11/06/5_little_things~3252652/"/><author><name>jadedsecret</name></author><published>2007-11-06T08:15:39+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T08:15:39+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;  There are at least 5 simple things I love in life that never fails to make me smile:&lt;br&gt;
1.The smell of melted butter&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
2.Eating cereals while watching the sunrise.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
3.The smell of puppies, especially when they're only a week old.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
4.The purring of a cat.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
5.The scent of lavenders.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_cool.gif" alt="B)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;What are the 5 simple things in life that make you smile?&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":&gt;&gt;" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2007/11/06/5_little_things~3252652/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:waitaminute.blog.co.uk,2007-10-25:/2007/10/25/we_re_people_not_bait~3194002/</id><title>We're people, not bait</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2007/10/25/we_re_people_not_bait~3194002/"/><author><name>jadedsecret</name></author><published>2007-10-25T16:46:36+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T16:46:36+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt; These days, consumers are definitely wiser.The way companies approach the youth have changed. In this generation, we want to be treated like peers, not target markets. We don't like to be manipulated because we naturally avoid being pushed, shoved, yelled and even begged at. Don't tell us what's cool. We'll tell you what we want and it's up to you to satisfy that need or want.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2007/10/25/we_re_people_not_bait~3194002/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:waitaminute.blog.co.uk,2007-10-25:/2007/10/25/finally~3193555/</id><title>Finally!!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2007/10/25/finally~3193555/"/><author><name>jadedsecret</name></author><published>2007-10-25T15:21:42+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T15:21:42+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt; Yay!! This afternoon, me and my partner in effective business speaking did a spectacular job in our presentation. Our teacher was impressed and said that it was very good. Six hours of late night preparation and only two hours of sleep has paid off!! My partner and I we're going crazy after having a cup of coffee and a bag of marshmallows while discussing how to present our topic.&lt;br&gt;
 I'm hoping to get an "A" for that subject. my friends have also presented for the midterms and they all did a good job as well. We celebrated by having some sweet stuff from Dairy Queen. Midterms are over! We're anticipating the finals but now it's all about chilling. Hahahaha.... I'm doing better overall in this second term. Hopefully, at least.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2007/10/25/finally~3193555/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:waitaminute.blog.co.uk,2007-10-24:/2007/10/24/goin_nuts~3189997/</id><title>Goin' nuts.</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2007/10/24/goin_nuts~3189997/"/><author><name>jadedsecret</name></author><published>2007-10-24T21:00:57+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T21:00:57+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;It's 4.05 in the morning. I'm over at a friend's house so we could both prepare for our midterms presentation for business speaking and we were done with it an hour ago. Can't sleep coz we both had a cup of coffee. In 5 hours, we have a long quiz in College Algebra. Damn.&lt;br&gt;
Yesterday, my professor who has a business had me design his company logo. After giving him a rough draft, he asked me how much he should pay me. I wasn't used to that kind of thing so he suggested that he'll give me a gift- an extremely advanced Christmas gift- instead. He asked me what I needed. I mused it over for awhile then he suddenly joked, "don't ask for a boyfriend coz it's really difficult to buy one!"&lt;br&gt;
Harharhar.&lt;br&gt;
Damn right.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2007/10/24/goin_nuts~3189997/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:waitaminute.blog.co.uk,2007-10-23:/2007/10/23/he_s_on_my_mind~3181770/</id><title>He's on my mind.</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2007/10/23/he_s_on_my_mind~3181770/"/><author><name>jadedsecret</name></author><published>2007-10-23T11:54:34+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T11:54:34+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's kinda strange how the most unlikely person would suddenly complete your day by just talking to you about the most normal things. Hmm. I don't know why. But it just sort of happened. He's the guy I only see around school once in awhile. I only know him by his name but I never really know what he does or how he's doing in school. He's been a classmate a few times but I never really paid any attention to him.&lt;br&gt;
 So this afternoon, I got ready for PE class (I loathe PE class, but I had to), and I didn't even do much for it. As long as our teacher sees us hovering around, he'll take our attendance. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  When our time in PE class was over, our teacher took attendance and that guy suddenly showed up in a business attire because of a midterm presentation he had to do. He asked our teacher if he could be excused for missing his class coz of the friggin' presentation. Our teacher considered and that was it. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; I decided to leave school and drop by a friend's place. I was walking by the school atrium and I spotted him. I passed him but he suddenly grabbed my attention by saying, "don't we have the same PE class?"&lt;br&gt;
 I told him yeah. He was kinda amused that I wasn't playing any sports and I still pass that class. Harharhar. Oh yeah. He was also my classmate in my Physical Fitness class in the first term. I told him that I had a good physical effort in the first term, but I decided to take a break from all that by choosing the PE class that sounded more like a yoga class. He's really friendly.&lt;br&gt;
 After a few laughs, we both parted. And until now, that conversation's still on my mind. Maybe because I'm delighted that someone I barely know talked to me like I'm a close friend or something. I mean, that doesn't happen everyday. &lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2007/10/23/he_s_on_my_mind~3181770/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:waitaminute.blog.co.uk,2007-10-15:/2007/10/15/just_nervous_and_procrastinating~3138887/</id><title>Just nervous and procrastinating</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2007/10/15/just_nervous_and_procrastinating~3138887/"/><author><name>jadedsecret</name></author><published>2007-10-15T12:18:02+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T12:18:02+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Aaaargh!! &lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayupset.gif" alt=":##" class="middle" border="0"&gt;I've got oral exams for Sociology tomorrow!! Curse my teacher!! But then again, I'd prefer to speak for ten minutes than take a 3-hour written test. Which would you prefer? &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_neutral.gif" alt=":|" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 I'm thinking of moving my sociology orals on friday, when I'm totally free from other midterm exams. Damn.&lt;br&gt;
 I'm absolutely dying to watch the new movie "Stardust." Charlie Cox is just soooo cute and Michelle Pfeiffer is just glamorous for her bewitching role. &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":&gt;&gt;" class="middle" border="0"&gt; I really should be reviewing for my midterms tomorrow but I'm currently on procrastination mode. Sometimes, I just want to pay for my tuition instead of having this scholarship coz the pressure is just killing me. Grrrr....&lt;br&gt;
 Oh well. Will watch some more TV.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2007/10/15/just_nervous_and_procrastinating~3138887/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:waitaminute.blog.co.uk,2007-10-14:/2007/10/14/good_luck_to_me~3134025/</id><title>Good luck to me!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2007/10/14/good_luck_to_me~3134025/"/><author><name>jadedsecret</name></author><published>2007-10-14T14:36:20+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T14:36:20+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Oh my gooosh... it's gonna be midterm week starting tomorrow!!&lt;br&gt;
Few days ago, I looked in the mirror and decided I needed a new hairdo. Then my eyes fell on the kitchen scissors. So away I snipped some strands for an hour and now I've got bangs!&lt;br&gt;
 The next day, everyone nearly didn't recognize me. They'd all go bug-eyed and see that I wasn't a new student after all! They all liked it and said that it suits me quite well. I had a few good laughs that day. It's refreshing what a new hairstyle could do. &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2007/10/14/good_luck_to_me~3134025/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:waitaminute.blog.co.uk,2007-10-10:/2007/10/10/funny_d~3113642/</id><title>Funny :D</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2007/10/10/funny_d~3113642/"/><author><name>jadedsecret</name></author><published>2007-10-10T13:14:37+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T13:14:37+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt; Yesterday, I was hanging out with an upperclass guy, a good friend of my bro. He's the sort who loves emo stuff. The type who loves rock and major emotionally sentimental songs. The song he wants to be played on his future wedding reception? "Seperate Lives."&lt;br&gt;
What a weirdo. Haha. XD
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2007/10/10/funny_d~3113642/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:waitaminute.blog.co.uk,2007-10-10:/2007/10/10/midterms_and_corruption~3113577/</id><title>Midterms and corruption</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://waitaminute.blog.co.uk/2007/10/10/midterms_and_corruption~3113577/"/><author><name>jadedsecret</name></author><published>2007-10-10T12:56:58+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T12:56:58+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; God. Midterm exams coming up next week. I'm practically nerve-wrecked right now. I got orals for sociology and a presentation for Business Speaking class. Hmm... I wonder if my scholarship will survive until next term.&lt;br&gt;
 Tomorrow, we're gonna face our terror of a college math teacher. All of us shake in her midst, especially when she starts screaming at a poor student who can't give a good justification for his equation. But she's really, really nice outside the classroom. Kinda like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.&lt;br&gt;
 School aside, I'm still disturbed by the fact that the Department of Education here in the Philippines is getting quite sneaky with how they use their budget for establishing schools in extremely low priority areas in the country and how they fail to go within the guidelines of education system. It is questionable how they use their budget when they fail to provide financial records. It's enough that there are so many schools that depend on textbooks written by bigger idiots and classrooms that don't shelter them from the elements or induce interest in knowledge.&lt;br&gt;
   The reason why the country's progress is at a snail's pace is because of our lax and lenient education departments. If we do not prioritize the educational needs of our community, how do we expect our country to make good citizens to contribute to the country's health?&lt;/p&gt;
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