<?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-5027935199223489880</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:26:37.570-07:00</updated><category term='slow service'/><category term='jologs'/><category term='KFC Philippines'/><category term='eastwood city'/><category term='party planning'/><category term='mean girl'/><category term='baby'/><category term='loan'/><category term='kentucky fried chicken'/><category term='party'/><category term='myspace'/><category term='sm san lazaro'/><category term='debt'/><category term='loser'/><category term='jejemon'/><category term='broke'/><category term='first birthday'/><category term='poor service'/><category term='col. sanders'/><category term='event planning'/><title type='text'>Catharsis</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakambaby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027935199223489880/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakambaby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lakambaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04641894130969415885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AeMsENuawYc/TEfFjRm3NII/AAAAAAAAAAM/0jcPTG_-AjA/S220/DSCF0557.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027935199223489880.post-2807407001635504169</id><published>2010-07-21T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T16:48:04.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event planning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party planning'/><title type='text'>Party planning, bleh!</title><content type='html'>I have always wanted to regularly update my blog but I'm  always deprived of the time. Work may not be stressful, in fact, I love  it, even addicted to it, but my daughter takes so much of my time. Not  a bad thing though; I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; playing, with her, cuddling her, talking to  her as though I understand every little thing that comes out of her cute little mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first birthday's less than three weeks from this time of writing and I  haven't started with anything yet! Yes I have contacted suppliers, party  hosts, caterers, but no real decision has been made yet. I'm not even sure where  the party's gonna held. And that's coming from someone who has previously worked at an events and public relations company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll be honest. The real reason why I haven't really taken this planning seriously is the budget. You see there had been a family emergency recently. So a portion of the money we have saved for the special day has been used up. Yes, we are BROKE. Of all the days in the year, why a few weeks before my daughter's first birthday??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh if only I had a bigger salary and we didn't have those sh*tty bank loans I can give my daughter the best first birthday party ever. Like any mom, I want to give only the best for my daughter. Thought that was cliche before, but now I know it's oh so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last resort, as always, is to borrow money. Ugh. I hate the feeling of having more and more debts/loans. But what can I do? *sigh* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bagtik &lt;/span&gt;again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027935199223489880-2807407001635504169?l=lakambaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakambaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2807407001635504169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lakambaby.blogspot.com/2010/07/party-planning-bleh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027935199223489880/posts/default/2807407001635504169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027935199223489880/posts/default/2807407001635504169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakambaby.blogspot.com/2010/07/party-planning-bleh.html' title='Party planning, bleh!'/><author><name>lakambaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04641894130969415885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AeMsENuawYc/TEfFjRm3NII/AAAAAAAAAAM/0jcPTG_-AjA/S220/DSCF0557.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027935199223489880.post-6703271051424854532</id><published>2010-04-24T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T17:10:49.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jejemon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mean girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jologs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myspace'/><title type='text'>Mean girl attitude :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I opened a Myspace account for the sole purpose of trying to  recover my Imeem playlists. I had it for a several months now and seldom  logged in. One day, I received a message from a certain &lt;i&gt;"Cute guy.  Mr.perfect"&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Hiiii ..... this is yogi  wld like to be yr frnd &amp;amp; wna knw  u well,hhhhhmmmmm....mmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;  abt me I am FUNLOVING,CARING, kind of a person,mmmmmmmmm.. .at times  mischevious.....bt true at HEART and honest person tooo...,I love going  on a long Bike ride,listening to music,interacting wth ppl&amp;amp;so mny  things...etc...., i am looking fr a good &amp;amp; long lasting frndship,so  tht's liitle bit abt me.....rest u can knw whn u add me/or just drop on  me, so we can chat at (email)  or (email)....and  yr pictures r fabulous  i liked them.Your site ROCKS..!!! TALK To u soon..!!!&amp;amp; I have a  feliing you are about to become VERY SUCESSFULL tooo .. . thanks...byee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; so i will waiting out fr uuuuuu.....mauaahhaahaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;hhh....with lots of love and luck YOGESH(i am  online nw....so u can add me.. nw..)"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My status was obviously "married" and I have uploaded pictures of my baby as well as pictures of me and my husband together. I checked out his profile  and his friends were girls who had photos of themselves showing off  their cleavages. Obviously, he opened an account to flirt with those  easy-to-get girls. His favorite movies were &lt;i&gt;"gim carry"&lt;/i&gt; movies.  Hahaha. His photos were obviously fake too. His name says it all -- &lt;i&gt;"Cute  guy. Mr.perfect,"&lt;/i&gt; gosh how lame is that? This is probably another &lt;i&gt;modus  operandi&lt;/i&gt; to attract gullible young girls. So this was what I  replied to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"first of all, are you typing a text message? would it hurt if you  type your words completely? i find that really irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, you said a lot of stuff about yourself. im just not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot go on chatting while at work, as well as at home because i bond  with my beautiful 8 month old baby girl and my artist/musician husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the compliment on my site. my site does rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, my advice is to read the person's profile first before sending a  message. and, i think you need to take english classes cos your english  sucks."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, he replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"1)First let me tell you laura please stop throwing tantrum.&lt;br /&gt;2)Please try and respect every human being.&lt;br /&gt;3)I requested for friendship &amp;amp; nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;4)There are only two things to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;Either you are well or you are sick.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, "It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I  have&lt;br /&gt;not come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance."&lt;br /&gt;5)I request god for you to get well soon&amp;amp;If you get well, there is  nothing to worry about.Please respect every individual whosover u meet  in life.I am happy i can compliment person&amp;amp; not critisize  person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was both angered and enthused by the message, for it reminded me that  there are people with the gall to believe in such rubbish even in this  century, regardless of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado, this was my reply:"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously plagiarized (but still had grammar errors). Also used Jesus'  name! Here's what I replied to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"First let me tell you my name is not Laura. and I'm not  throwing a "tantrum."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, if you are going to reply to me, please don't duplicate. That's  plagiarism. Try to write a reply on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos.... look what I found! &lt;a href="http://www.atheistnexus.org/profiles/blogs/my-response-to-a-rude" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this),"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.atheistnexus.or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span&gt;g/profiles/blogs/my-respon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;se-to-a-rude&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where you got your reply to me right? :D"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaha. Loser. I am so looking forward to his next reply. Omigosh,  was I so mean? Hahahaha, I don't think so. I'm just trying to let him  know that not all girls on the net are gullible and stupid and helpless.  He messed with the wrong girl this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027935199223489880-6703271051424854532?l=lakambaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakambaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6703271051424854532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lakambaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/mean-girl-attitude-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027935199223489880/posts/default/6703271051424854532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027935199223489880/posts/default/6703271051424854532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakambaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/mean-girl-attitude-p.html' title='Mean girl attitude :P'/><author><name>lakambaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04641894130969415885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AeMsENuawYc/TEfFjRm3NII/AAAAAAAAAAM/0jcPTG_-AjA/S220/DSCF0557.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5027935199223489880.post-7630562160596837476</id><published>2010-04-13T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T17:03:35.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kentucky fried chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='col. sanders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slow service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KFC Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sm san lazaro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eastwood city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poor service'/><title type='text'>KFC's ever slow service</title><content type='html'>My husband and I love KFC ever since we were dating. Every time we go to  Megamall after work in the early stages of our relationship (yihee!),  we would eat dinner there. Even during a typhoon, I with my then fiancé  braved the knee-deep flood (swam with the dead roaches and dead rats  maybe) just to eat at the flooded KFC Espana (imagine Espana during a  typhoon). When preggy me was at the hospital, I craved for KFC hotshots.  Even now, we splurge on KFC food especially those oh so yummy fries,  even bringing our daughter along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas! I am a KFC lover who has been betrayed by her favorite fastfood  chain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was a little over reacting. I currently work in an office at  Cyber One Mall in Eastwood City, Libis. As you know, there‘s a KFC  branch across the building. One time when my husband met up with me  after work, we heard Col. Sanders calling out to us. Since it was 7pm,  we both were hungry and off we went to Papa.  As usual, the lines at the  counter were long. ME and my husband are quite patient with long lines  but this time was different. You could see how &lt;b&gt;SLOOOOOOOOOOOOW&lt;/b&gt;  the crew worked. And I’m not exaggerating! The crew who took our orders  also had a really small voice I asked “HA?!?!?!”  several times. Since  Col. Sanders begged us to stay for his chicken (we couldn’t resist), we  decided to be extra patient. Maldita me of course was ordering with a  smirk on my face, wanting to shout at the crew’s face, &lt;b&gt;“YOU ARE  EFFIN’ SLOW! Pagong ka ba?”&lt;/b&gt; hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last payday night, our empty stomachs heard Col. Sanders again. Forgive  and forget was the drama. Again, the lines were long but we were patient  for this was scrumptious stuff. This was a different crew member this  time but hell was she as slow as the first one! We waited for more or  less 20 minutes for our turn. When we got to the counter, instead of  taking our orders, she the Turtle Princess (the first one was slower so  she’s the Turtle Queen) took her back on us, took a tray and prepared food  for God knows who. And she did this &lt;b&gt;soooo slooooooooowly&lt;/b&gt;. Me and  my husband were effin’ starving and really ticked off, we walked out on Turtle Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the Eastwood KFC Manager know about these Turtle Crew? Many people  love KFC but if this kind of service continues to happen, many of them  will get turned off. Oh just to add, KFC SM San Lazaro’s crew once were  really &lt;b&gt;sloooooow&lt;/b&gt; too. So many customers had those red plastic  numbers and waited for about an hour before they got their orders. And  we were one of them. A gay couple even walked out on them; must have  been really pissed off that they lost their appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Col. Sanders, what’s happening to your crew? Tsk tsk tsk. You might want  to create turtle mascots for your kiddie parties, hahaha panget. Here’s  an advice, colonel. Never ever hire turtles for your branches. Who wants  pissed off disciples, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5027935199223489880-7630562160596837476?l=lakambaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakambaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7630562160596837476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lakambaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/case-of-suso-at-kfc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027935199223489880/posts/default/7630562160596837476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5027935199223489880/posts/default/7630562160596837476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakambaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/case-of-suso-at-kfc.html' title='KFC&apos;s ever slow service'/><author><name>lakambaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04641894130969415885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AeMsENuawYc/TEfFjRm3NII/AAAAAAAAAAM/0jcPTG_-AjA/S220/DSCF0557.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
