<?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-7682986915987406539</id><updated>2011-07-31T18:05:27.292+09:00</updated><category term='mcloat'/><category term='new'/><category term='bored'/><category term='updates'/><category term='school'/><category term='love'/><category term='changes'/><title type='text'>salt and papers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltandpapers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682986915987406539/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltandpapers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682986915987406539.post-2101129367958851826</id><published>2009-09-07T10:08:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:23:27.302+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Post 007, Silver Medal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Longing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; Hiling by Silent Sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;second place&lt;/span&gt; in our competition! *throws in confetti while dancing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, the CA class held the very first competition for the first year students. And everyone was nervous and anxious for the said competition. As for our group, it was rather annoying and exhausting. We did the mis en place, the portioning and the cooking right after some short introductions and yadda yadda. It was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;riot &lt;/span&gt;inside the kitchen! Everyone was walking fast, looking for their food, their ingredients and cleaning their assigned tables. I was assigned to be the dishwasher (I picked the wrong paper, grunt) and I had to wash every single spoon, fork, plate and etcetera. I spent half my time, waiting for the upcoming plates and spoons to wash. And although it was exhausting and all, it was fun, too. Our group felt that we wouldn’t win because we only cooked two dishes, an appetizer and a drink that seemed to be intriguing. Our hearts throbbed loudly as we waited for the results. And we gave each other high fives when our group as announced second place. Here are some of the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/600/58876716.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/4462/94990079.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/5383/23783250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/4852/25532453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(above: coke with lemon drops, bbq chicken ala st.paul's sauce; bottom: cream of mushroom soup, all the foods served)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for that. Let’s get a little&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; bit emotional&lt;/span&gt;. Last Friday, I cried buckets of tears when I learned that he brought his girlfriend in the school. Yes, he’s the same guy I mentioned in some of my blog entries. I knew all along that he’s committed to someone and I already accepted the fact that he only likes me as a friend. That’s why I was shocked when I saw him holding hands with a girl when he entered school. I had to look away, place my eyes to something or someone else. My friend, Shaynne, comforted me by telling me she doesn’t like his girlfriend and she’s devoted to me. And my other friend, Mack, had to slap my back and cheered me up so I won’t flash those tearful eyes and twitching lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the same night, Friday, I had to call my best friend who is friends with my crush, Ter, to tell him my stories. I didn’t notice I was already crying when I was telling him how jealous I was earlier. I know, I shouldn’t be jealous to a person who&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; isn’t&lt;/span&gt; mine but sometimes, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can’t &lt;/span&gt;control the green eye monster inside of you. And so, Ter comforted me with his super crappy jokes and funny punch lines that sent my tears dry. It’s so great to have friends who will make you smile when you’re sad. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That’s why I’m thankful to them that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, so much for that. I had to update few accounts, so ‘ciao! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682986915987406539-2101129367958851826?l=saltandpapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltandpapers.blogspot.com/feeds/2101129367958851826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682986915987406539&amp;postID=2101129367958851826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682986915987406539/posts/default/2101129367958851826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682986915987406539/posts/default/2101129367958851826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltandpapers.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-007-silver-medal.html' title='Post 007, Silver Medal'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-7682986915987406539.post-1275302523472604573</id><published>2009-08-30T09:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T09:26:47.007+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Post 006, Cheese Ice-Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt; Bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; When The Stars Go Blue - Tyler Hilton and Bethany Joy Lenz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my cousin and I cleaned my room. It took us four to five hours to clean the whole room, changing bed sheets, new curtains, mopping the dusty floor, sweeping the floor, dusting off some little spider webs on the ceiling and hammering the old wooden thingy (I don’t know how you call that one but it is where you hang your bags and all those stuffs). It was tiring. Plus, the weather was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so&lt;/span&gt; hot, I was sweating drastically. I had to throw a lot of stuffs from High School. Like my some gift wrappers I got from Christmas party, some letters and some memories. But yeah, it was sad to throw them all away but I need to grow up and leave High School. We were finished around lunch time and we ate my mom’s specialty and my favorite viand of all time, sinigang na baka which was so delicious, I had seconds. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No classes tomorrow which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad news&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. I know, I know. We college people should be rejoicing our hearts because we are tired from going home late, doing late night homeworks, sleeping late in the evening and waking up extra early every freaking day. But look at me, I’m not happy. I don’t like staying in the house &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; it doesn’t mean I hate my family. I just don’t like the feeling of long afternoons in the house, doing nothing but surf the net, lounge around or sleep. I don’t like doing nothing. I want to do something. But since I’m quite a lazy person, I just do what I said before I wrote this. And one thing I don’t like in being in the house is having a mom who nags every minute of your life. I love my mom, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt;, but sometimes, she’s a little too loud and she shouts immediately when she’s angry. And I hate that. I don’t like it. And I’ll be stuck here for one more day before classes start again. It’s got to be a long Monday for me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s 8:19 in the morning but I’m here, facing the monitor, typing away my thoughts with a cheese ice-cream on my lap. I didn’t get to eat my ice-cream which was given by my mom. I’m getting a little dizzy. Oh well, got to go, folks. Have a nice day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682986915987406539-1275302523472604573?l=saltandpapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltandpapers.blogspot.com/feeds/1275302523472604573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682986915987406539&amp;postID=1275302523472604573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682986915987406539/posts/default/1275302523472604573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682986915987406539/posts/default/1275302523472604573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltandpapers.blogspot.com/2009/08/mood-bored-music-when-stars-go-blue.html' title='Post 006, Cheese Ice-Cream'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-7682986915987406539.post-2753347209472044474</id><published>2009-08-20T14:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:58:23.745+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcloat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Post 005, Crazy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music: &lt;/span&gt;Pwede Ba by Soapdish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all can see, the last time I blogged was when I told you guys that I’m going on a serious and long term diet and that I won’t have any Mcfloats for the rest of the weeks. But the little evil inside me turned everything out of the plan. Last Thursday, I had my first and worst hangover in my life. And since we’re talking about hangover, it only has one meaning – I drunk booze for the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; first time&lt;/span&gt; of my life. Well, not really for the first time, but it’s the first time I drunk more than ten shots of booze. My college friends, who are very good and kind to me because I’m the youngest among the group, made me drink The Bar vodka. I didn’t really like the taste but I still went on. And I went home having blurred sight and blinding headache. By night, I got allergy. Yes, I got allergy all over my body. Red, warm spots came popping out my tan colored skin. And I had to tell my mom I ate some food over the street, which was basically a white lie. I did eat food over the street. And it was fun, too. But lying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; bad, people. So, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don’t&lt;/span&gt; do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what I am really telling you guys is that I threw dieting again. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;failed &lt;/span&gt;for the hundredth time. And guess what? I had two Mcfloats, a cheeseburger and fries earlier, accompanied by my very good and close friend, ate Ochie. And I’m eating chocolate ice cream everyday after cooking lessons. Haha. I’m such a failure when it comes to shedding weight. And anyway, my sister and my friends like me this way. I don’t think it’s pretty to be too thin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt; you’re too tall for your age, right? But yeah, I’m young and I don’t believe the truth, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change topic. Someone is making my days &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;extra colorful&lt;/span&gt;. And I have more reasons to come to school everyday because of this guy. He’s just your average guy with the most soothing and wonderful voice (he sounds like Yael Yuzon of Sponge Cola when he sings and speaks) and has the crappiest and stupidest jokes you knew forever. I started noticing him after the Cabugao trip last July. I never knew I’d like him because I wasn’t the type of girl who would go liking someone like him who’s very too loud, a little irresponsible and a little too naïve. And you know what I really like about him? He can make you smile even if you’re in your bad mood. But it’s the usual feelings when you like someone special, right? Sigh. I always think of him everyday. And he’s consuming my time everyday. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crazy love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I have to go. This is quite a long entry, don’t you think? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&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/7682986915987406539-2753347209472044474?l=saltandpapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltandpapers.blogspot.com/feeds/2753347209472044474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682986915987406539&amp;postID=2753347209472044474&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682986915987406539/posts/default/2753347209472044474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682986915987406539/posts/default/2753347209472044474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltandpapers.blogspot.com/2009/08/post-005-crazy-love.html' title='Post 005, Crazy Love'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-7682986915987406539.post-4334091632978912177</id><published>2009-08-12T07:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T09:20:24.729+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Post 004, Good Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; Boston by Augustana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked down the clock and it read five fifty-five in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around five thirty, just so I can rummage the cabinet and cupboard to cook something for breakfast. I’m the one assign for cooking breakfast because I told my mom that I need to enhance my knife handling. And I’m doing it right, too. Great, isn’t it? But I only found a half-opened Skippy peanut butter, a thick, unopened loaf bun and our trusty griddle pan. And without hesitation, I heated some loaves on the griddle pan and spread some peanut butter on it afterward. I only ate two loaves because I’m on a diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, you heard me right. After two agonizing and disturbing weeks, I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; gained&lt;/span&gt; ten pounds. Yes, ten pounds in just two weeks. Can you believe that? It was because I kept on going to McDonald’s to buy myself Mcfloat and cheeseburger. And afterwards, I eat at home. And I realized, I did gain unwanted pounds. *sighs* This doesn’t feel like me. So, the only remedy for it is to go on a diet. No, it’s not the usual crash diet wherein I’m going to slave myself away from foods, exercise thrice a day, only eat asparagus and oats in the evening and only drink water. No. I’m going for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long term diet&lt;/span&gt;. I think it will work out better than those crash diets. I think it’s time for me to stop acting and looking like a child. But yeah, diet is diet. And Mcfloats are only available only by the end of the week in every two weeks. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About school, we’re cooking basic sauces. It was fun! I’m going to post some pictures here when I have the time to update massively. Yesterday, we cooked béchamel sauce and veloute sauce. And today, we’re going to cook two other sauces. Weee. I like it this way. And yes, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;passed&lt;/span&gt; my final preliminary examinations! *dances* Isn’t it cool? And I’ll be cooking officially next week. I’m so happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it’s about time to get going for school. See you later, folks. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682986915987406539-4334091632978912177?l=saltandpapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltandpapers.blogspot.com/feeds/4334091632978912177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682986915987406539&amp;postID=4334091632978912177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682986915987406539/posts/default/4334091632978912177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682986915987406539/posts/default/4334091632978912177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltandpapers.blogspot.com/2009/08/post-004-good-changes.html' title='Post 004, Good Changes'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-7682986915987406539.post-4356064697028693599</id><published>2009-08-06T20:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:10:24.761+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcloat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Post 003, McFloat Overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music: &lt;/span&gt;'Di Na Mababawi - Sponge Cola &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, another decent post and an even more decent layout! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, our third and final preliminary examinations are already finished! Cheers. Although I did great in the exams, I still feel not confident about passing. I didn’t review the night before the exams. I was busy exchanging love problems with my guy best friend, Ter and my high school friends. I was dizzy with words and decided to sleep and just review the next morning. But I woke up late and I wasn’t able to browse my notes. It was hilarious but yeah, I just need to wait for the results next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are finally handling the knife! Haha. It was fun, being able to know how to hold the knife the right away. I almost got myself cut because I was playing with the vegetables. But our supervisor told me I was doing it perfectly. I was nervous not to get myself cut. And I was triumphant. I only got my fingers dirty by the dirt of the vegetables. Next week, we’ll be making basic pot stocks, sauces and soups. I’m so excited! Finally, more reasons to go to school to learn new things. And I promised myself I’ll be the one who will cook in the house this time. I don’t want to hear my Mom’s angry pleas about not doing anything in the house. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, what else happened? I’m gaining weight again, which is basically &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; new for me. I’ve been drinking and eating McFloat and lots of cheeseburgers these past few weeks. I can’t stop going to McDonald’s. I call it “me time” but I’m gaining weight. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that’s it for now. Hello to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Renee&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682986915987406539-4356064697028693599?l=saltandpapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltandpapers.blogspot.com/feeds/4356064697028693599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682986915987406539&amp;postID=4356064697028693599&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682986915987406539/posts/default/4356064697028693599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682986915987406539/posts/default/4356064697028693599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltandpapers.blogspot.com/2009/08/post-003-mcfloat-overload.html' title='Post 003, McFloat Overload'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-7682986915987406539.post-912823690341529876</id><published>2009-08-01T20:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:30:23.630+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Post 002, Decent Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music: &lt;/span&gt;Kundiman - Silent Sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, a lot of things happened since I last posted an entry here. My promise of a decent entry didn't happen and I didn't like the idea of telling the whole story when I can always skip the annoying chapters of my life. :D It's kind of stupid for me, yeah, stupid, to make a new blog. Yeah, yeah, I know. I've been keeping a lot of online diaries and I never update any of them. So, I'm quite challenging myself to keep this blog alive, even if I'm kind of busy with school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of school, we're finally going to cook! :) Isn't it nice for a Culinary Arts student to be finally handling knife and chopping, Chef style, the food? Haha. I'm happy about it. I passed two prelims and hopefully, would be passing the final prelim this coming Wednesday. If I don't pass that exam, I won't be cooking. And I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't &lt;/span&gt;want that to happen. Yeees, no more lectures and all that writing stuffs every morning! I won't have to bring my thick, bulky notebook for that matter. I'll just bring my small notebook and it will all be okay. I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this sound and look like a decent post now? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682986915987406539-912823690341529876?l=saltandpapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltandpapers.blogspot.com/feeds/912823690341529876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682986915987406539&amp;postID=912823690341529876&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682986915987406539/posts/default/912823690341529876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682986915987406539/posts/default/912823690341529876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltandpapers.blogspot.com/2009/08/post-002.html' title='Post 002, Decent Post'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-7682986915987406539.post-8845933720342643449</id><published>2009-07-25T11:48:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:29:13.745+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Post 001, Grand Opening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;Ecstatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music: &lt;/span&gt;Touch the Sky - Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New blog. :) Cool, isn't it? Decent entry will be posted... probably later or tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682986915987406539-8845933720342643449?l=saltandpapers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltandpapers.blogspot.com/feeds/8845933720342643449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7682986915987406539&amp;postID=8845933720342643449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682986915987406539/posts/default/8845933720342643449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682986915987406539/posts/default/8845933720342643449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltandpapers.blogspot.com/2009/07/post-001.html' title='Post 001, Grand Opening'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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></feed>
