<?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-9245641</id><updated>2011-09-05T01:29:38.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:::Lunatic Calm:::</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterthecoil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9245641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterthecoil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10887449051255837406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v689/malunggay/th_M.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9245641.post-115189768119135705</id><published>2006-07-03T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T11:34:41.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      PERFECTLY SCULPTURED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6485/665/1600/W-superman-D3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px" height="322" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6485/665/320/W-superman-D3.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So maybe half of the population in this country have watched Superman Returns.  I won't even attempt to have inputs about the movie.  There is only one thing which motivated me to see this and it's Brandon Routh and his very much publicized &lt;em&gt;digitally manipulated crotch &lt;/em&gt;to make it a little less of a distraction among audience.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I scrutinized and have taken note of every move.  The designer sure knows how to make it discreet.  But anyway,  as if this man is perfectly sculptured from head to toe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When will be his next return? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6485/665/1600/W-superman-D3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9245641-115189768119135705?l=enterthecoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterthecoil.blogspot.com/feeds/115189768119135705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9245641&amp;postID=115189768119135705' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9245641/posts/default/115189768119135705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9245641/posts/default/115189768119135705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterthecoil.blogspot.com/2006/07/perfectly-sculptured-so-maybe-half-of.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10887449051255837406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v689/malunggay/th_M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9245641.post-115147768872638077</id><published>2006-06-28T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T14:54:48.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM DEATHLY BORED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9245641-115147768872638077?l=enterthecoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterthecoil.blogspot.com/feeds/115147768872638077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9245641&amp;postID=115147768872638077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9245641/posts/default/115147768872638077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9245641/posts/default/115147768872638077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterthecoil.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-deathly-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10887449051255837406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v689/malunggay/th_M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9245641.post-113569518412275758</id><published>2005-12-27T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T22:54:13.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHRISTMAS IN THE PHILIPPINES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving my way from a Christmas party to our house, I had three sets of carollers along EDSA (a major highway in the Philippines where all kinds of vehicles pass by from dusk till dawn). Did I budge an inch to give these 'not-so-kids-anymore' for some loose change. Yes, I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopping by a convenience store, a 'park-your-car-boy' handed me a small envelope stating the name of his baranggay while uttering the magic words, "namamasko lang po para sa konting salo-salo". Did I budge an inch to slip in some crisp P20 bill. Yes, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reaching the gate of our neighborhood, a group of baranggay tanods (it's what their vests say), handed me again a small envelope stating "maligayang pasko from your friendly baranggay blank blank)". In the wee hours of the morning they are still giving away envelopes. Times must be really hard. I wanted to tell them I don't belong to your baranggay. The guards on our gate asked them politely not to solicit. But for the third time, I slipped a hundred bucks and said my merry chritmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time of the year when it seems there's a license to 'beg', that you're a scrooge if you don't give them anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I lay down to sleep, I realized I shouldn't have. Never mind being seen as a scrooge. At least I did not became a part of their 'begging spree'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9245641-113569518412275758?l=enterthecoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterthecoil.blogspot.com/feeds/113569518412275758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9245641&amp;postID=113569518412275758' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9245641/posts/default/113569518412275758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9245641/posts/default/113569518412275758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterthecoil.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-in-philippines-driving-my.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10887449051255837406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v689/malunggay/th_M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9245641.post-112006285841810965</id><published>2005-06-30T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T00:34:18.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIRE STRAITS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my 25 years, it's only now that I have felt so strongly about what is happening in my country, the Philippines. There seems to be chaos everywhere you turn. I don't have to watch the news or read the papers to know and feel that we are in dire straits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I pass by Agham Road as a short cut to EDSA. I try to avoid looking at the people who had made tents along the island dividing the road. It pains me to see them living there. Is it guilt on my part that there are people living miserably, homeless and hungry? I shop, I dine, I cannot imagine going through my life without a car and all the perks that go with being a woman. At least a woman like me. Self-centered, a certified biatch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a capitalist, a bourgeois. And the situation of the country is killing me. Suffice to say that the situation since I came back from LA is that bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAT, exodus to Dubai, looming EDSA People Power (though of a lesser magnitude I believe if ever there will be one), flash floods (nothing new), the prediction that gasoline might reach P50 per liter, etcetera, etcetera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the good times roll again please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9245641-112006285841810965?l=enterthecoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterthecoil.blogspot.com/feeds/112006285841810965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9245641&amp;postID=112006285841810965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9245641/posts/default/112006285841810965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9245641/posts/default/112006285841810965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterthecoil.blogspot.com/2005/06/dire-straits-for-first-time-in-my-25_30.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10887449051255837406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v689/malunggay/th_M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9245641.post-111804768595921242</id><published>2005-06-06T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T16:48:05.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOG I WILL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back and raring to blog as a form of rest. But that will come this weekend I hope when I have finished all other businesses I have to prioritize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on myself, been playing house with my Significant Partner. Just that it's weird. Just when we are together in one roof, the more we got no time with each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Got to manage this. Poof for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise myself to organize this blog. If not able to do that in two weeks, I'm going to throw this away and say goodbye to my attempt in blogging forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9245641-111804768595921242?l=enterthecoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterthecoil.blogspot.com/feeds/111804768595921242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9245641&amp;postID=111804768595921242' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9245641/posts/default/111804768595921242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9245641/posts/default/111804768595921242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterthecoil.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-i-will-just-got-back-and-raring.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10887449051255837406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v689/malunggay/th_M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9245641.post-111536306856267259</id><published>2005-05-06T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T15:04:28.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHOCOLATES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v689/malunggay/chocolates.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a certified chocolate lover. Vanity aside, it's a good thing it's in our genes to be on the lean side such that I can consume and consume chocolates without worrying about weight gain. But not to worry on diabetes, I have been regulating my intake of anything sweet. I just give myself some break on my very disciplined diet. Like right now. Munch, munch, munch all the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9245641-111536306856267259?l=enterthecoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterthecoil.blogspot.com/feeds/111536306856267259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9245641&amp;postID=111536306856267259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9245641/posts/default/111536306856267259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9245641/posts/default/111536306856267259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterthecoil.blogspot.com/2005/05/chocolates-i-am-certified-chocolate.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10887449051255837406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v689/malunggay/th_M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9245641.post-111043188280613085</id><published>2005-03-10T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T13:37:49.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;POSTING AWAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been over a month since I had posted here. Deleted two boring posts for personal reasons. Now another template. I have been too picky of my templates and nothing seems to satisfy moi. Substance is way valuable than form. I'd go for both. So maybe I will keep on changing templates until I am satisfied. Pink or coral pink or any pink, it's not my color. For now this will do until I bug my good friend &lt;a href="http://dontpanicitsorganic.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skeet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; again to make A LOT of changes here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it take me ages before I post? Oh, varied reasons. Like there really is no time to even browse moreso open blogger and post. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a mommy.&lt;/strong&gt; It's my kid's growing up years, mommy should always be around. I play with my four-going-on-five year old son every night after dealing business outside. I check his assignments and review him for a few minutes. This is a routine I would never miss. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work.&lt;/strong&gt; It takes 50% of my time. I have to do business like everyday and I have to review proposals after every other day. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Significant Other.&lt;/strong&gt; We're both too busy as it is so we really manage our time together. That is why whenever we are together, we see to it that nothing distracts us from whatever. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends.&lt;/strong&gt; I go out with my friends and lately it has become more frequent since almost all of us are so-called "entrepreneurs". We don't have bosses that remind us of our deadlines even on weekends and even at ungodly hours. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sports.&lt;/strong&gt; As always, sports and gym will always be on my list. I'm still into wallclimbing and every Saturday, I go swimming with my son. Like Nemo and Marlin, we swim away the whole Saturday morning. I play bowling and badminton twice a week with my former officemates. Sports keep me sane. I thank God for balls and nets. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went back to reading and catching up on my movies.&lt;/strong&gt;I've been so busy last year that I totally skipped reading and going out watching artsy fartsy films. The only non-commercial film I have watched last year was &lt;em&gt;9/11&lt;/em&gt; and read only one book, &lt;em&gt;John Irving's The Cider House Rules&lt;/em&gt;. Anyway, I cannot relate whenever my friends and my sisters talk about this and that. I've become so uncultured. That's not good. We should always feed our minds, it should never stop. So now, I'm catching up. I have just finished reading &lt;em&gt;H. Murakami's South of the Border, West of the Sun&lt;/em&gt; and a lot are lined up, mostly &lt;em&gt;Murakami&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Yoshimoto&lt;/em&gt;. On my DVD stack are films of well, &lt;em&gt;Gael&lt;/em&gt;, **silly grin**. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Etcetera, etcetera.&lt;/strong&gt; I wish to make this site more active. I wish, I wish. &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9245641-111043188280613085?l=enterthecoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enterthecoil.blogspot.com/feeds/111043188280613085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9245641&amp;postID=111043188280613085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9245641/posts/default/111043188280613085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9245641/posts/default/111043188280613085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enterthecoil.blogspot.com/2005/03/posting-away-its-been-over-month-since.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10887449051255837406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photobucket.com/albums/v689/malunggay/th_M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9245641.post-110092372719690683</id><published>2005-01-25T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T09:33:19.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DESTRESSING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I need, destress.  And according to my good-good, uber close friends, &lt;a href="http://dontpanicitsorganic.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skeet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://soliloquise.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I should try blogging my thoughts. It's a good way to destress and hone one's writing skills. So here, blogging. &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     This space is provided for all my rants, all my bitchiness and all my ramblings.  My thoughts really on pop culture, my devirginized soul and harrassed self.   &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      My thoughts are leaning on migrating (again, as in for the nth time) to LA, been there for a couple of years and back here again in my good old country. But then biatch that I am, I cannot leave the Philippines just like that.  I love my own. And I cannot stand having my four year old angel of a son to grow up in a bitchier land like LA.  I'd rather he grows up here in the Philippines. At least here, he has better chances of growing up a good dude. Not being too discriminatory, I just know there's still hope for the Philippines. 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