<?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-35298931</id><updated>2011-08-10T05:28:10.403+08:00</updated><category term='enric'/><category term='bonding'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='jelly'/><category term='quote'/><category term='world'/><category term='spiderman 3'/><category term='tag'/><category term='senti'/><category term='incentive'/><category term='tgang'/><category term='school'/><category term='rea'/><category term='easter'/><category term='train'/><category term='life'/><category term='home'/><category term='overheat'/><category term='prof'/><category term='commitment'/><category term='priorities'/><category term='up'/><category term='class'/><category term='pia'/><category term='japan'/><category term='moving on'/><category term='mom'/><category term='weird'/><category term='father&apos;s day'/><category term='jen'/><category term='fever'/><category term='loneliness'/><category term='chum'/><category term='saint'/><category term='egg hunt'/><category term='love'/><category term='nikko'/><category term='work'/><category term='deah'/><title type='text'>twinkle twinkle... who's it shining?</title><subtitle type='html'>we are all stars in this sky. let's flaunt our lights.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-4098810168200432674</id><published>2009-03-22T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:14:00.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i was feeling super depressed a while ago. now i'm only a little depressed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm tired and i feel like my life's super empty right now. maybe it's due to piled up stress from all that happened to me this week. plus the major depression tonight. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;as my ym stat goes, i am not gonna be happy. or at least not right now. i dunno. all i know is that at times (or weekends) like this, i would just rush home to rizal no matter how tiring the trip is, and cuddle beside my mom as she rests on her bed as always. it was a very satisfying escape from all the work here in school, and the best way to erase all my worries and sadness. i really miss those times, but of course, there's no way i could go back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;now, there's nowhere - or nobody - to run to. i feel so helpless, i couldn't even text my siblings nor my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tita.&lt;/span&gt; it's good that somehow, my going online wasn't so much in vain. first, there was a stranger (he's on my list, but we couldn't remember why or how we met) who inspired me  to think positive though he didn't have any idea why i was depressed. and then besty went online, and i ranted all about my problems to her. she always listens to me and knows me all too well. and lastly, aj lamorena (prolly prompted by my ym stat) pm-ed to offer to text for me if ever i needed to send an important text message to somebody ('coz my phone's still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wasak&lt;/span&gt;). it was very thoughtful of her. she really made me smile.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;after seeing the result of our accounting exam after mass tonight, i got sad and immediately started making a list in my mind of things that would make me happy. but so far none of them worked. not ice cream. not "love life". not even being an instant gc and studying for my mbb exam tonight (i just couldn't focus). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;oh well, i guess it's really the unexpected things that can work they're magic in lifting your spirits up when you're down. I'm still not feeling okay (or maybe i'm just hungry. i ought to eat after signing out), but everything's better. and i hope tomorrow will be better still.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-4098810168200432674?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/4098810168200432674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=4098810168200432674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/4098810168200432674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/4098810168200432674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2009/03/better.html' title='better.'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-2497040505594549556</id><published>2009-03-21T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:48:32.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>promises</title><content type='html'>are meant to be broken. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;itsumo, itsumo onaji.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haii. &lt;/span&gt;good luck &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na naman bukas. sana makabawi na talaga.&lt;/span&gt; mantra: i love accounting.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(mag&lt;/span&gt;fofocus &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na nga lang na&lt;/span&gt;distract pa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nang 'di oras.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyway, good luck batchmates!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-2497040505594549556?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/2497040505594549556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=2497040505594549556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/2497040505594549556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/2497040505594549556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2009/03/promises.html' title='promises'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-6548928022803016395</id><published>2009-03-17T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:15:17.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fail day.</title><content type='html'>the day hasn't ended yet, and i am super wishing it would. It seems like super mega &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malas ko &lt;/span&gt;today. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haii.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;101 exam: I started reading last week because I know my sched's gonna be hectic this week. I was ready for the lesson and a bit late (but still just on time for me) for the exam. And for some reason the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ikot jeep &lt;/span&gt;took forever to load and i ended up arriving super duper late. Mid-exam, my mind just shut off. I know that I was supposed to know the answers to those questions, but the answers just won't surface. It's the first exam ever that I was mental-blocked. It's unfair, to think that I've prepared relatively well for this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Elevate. I guess you all know what happened. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haii. Sobrang fail ko.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;180.1. I've set my mind on reviewing our prof's slides when I get home and spending the night as leisurely as I wish on practicing excel. But boo, I arrive at the boarding house and my sister has just left, laptop in tow. It would have been okay if our other roommate had her laptop, but of all times, she accidentally left it at home. I was desperate and texted two people and tried calling another one to borrow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero asa.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was all in vain and I just wasted time. Now here I am, spending the night in a computer shop. I should be pressured on finishing early so I'd spend less money and be able to go home early, but I'm super frustrated now that I just need to let this all out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haii. Wala namang mapag-&lt;/span&gt;share-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an &lt;/span&gt;aside from Pipay. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh &lt;/span&gt;I don't want to disturb her more given that she also has an exam tomorrow to prepare for. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, there. I should start working now if I don't want another fail day. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kung pwede lang sanang umiyak. Kaso wala nang &lt;/span&gt;time.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-6548928022803016395?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/6548928022803016395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=6548928022803016395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/6548928022803016395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/6548928022803016395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2009/03/fail-day.html' title='Fail day.'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-1897091323718984538</id><published>2009-03-14T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T03:59:09.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>correction</title><content type='html'>because multiply won't upload pics at tghe moment, i'm doing the mass upload next time. suuuper sleepy.&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-1897091323718984538?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/1897091323718984538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=1897091323718984538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/1897091323718984538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/1897091323718984538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2009/03/correction.html' title='correction'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-6083732326644926148</id><published>2009-03-14T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T02:59:08.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>warning</title><content type='html'>i'm preparing to upload tons of pictures. if you don't want to see a lot of me right now, you can skip viewing my albums. but if you do have free time, feel free to browse through my collection. oh, and leave comments. :p&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm uploading all these from my phone because i don't have a laptop to store my pictures in (my laptop's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wasak&lt;/span&gt;). since my bro's laptop has bluetooth and i see him rarely, i'm taking this opportunity to upload and give my phone more memory space, even if it's already 3 in the morning and i should be sleeping. need to be back in diliman by 1pm later. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, have a great Sunday! enjoy! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-6083732326644926148?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/6083732326644926148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=6083732326644926148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/6083732326644926148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/6083732326644926148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2009/03/warning.html' title='warning'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-6756832177921868690</id><published>2009-03-08T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:57:48.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JJMA ka? JJ for Fin VP! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="michellemolas" author_possessive="michellemolas'"&gt; &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://jaykeielemenopi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SbKxEwoKCIkAACTeErQ1"&gt;&lt;img style="height: 425px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.jaykeielemenopi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SbKxEwoKCIkAACTeErQ1/FOUR.jpg?et=mKmlNgfjr8AtxQpxIvd%2C4A&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;JJMA ka? JJMA ako! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;JJMA na tayong lahat &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;kay JJ San Juan! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(127, 127, 0);background-color: rgb(160, 255, 64);"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 255, 128);color: rgb(0, 127, 127);"&gt;JJ for a FINer JMA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;JJ for UP JMA Vice President for  Finance! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://jaykeielemenopi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SbKxEwoKCIkAACTeErQ1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://jaykeielemenopi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SbKyYwoKCIkAAD4YdeE1"&gt;&lt;img style="height: 434px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.jaykeielemenopi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SbKyYwoKCIkAAD4YdeE1/ONE.jpg?et=uvLEWyiZvkssUFIEwSaWIg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Please check out my GPOA at the CBA 3F front lobby. For questions, comments, suggestions, violent reactions, or anything at all, you can contact me through my e-mail [&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1236447597_0"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1236448284_0"&gt;jjsj1989@yahoo. com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;] or my phone [0906.286.5040]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Reposted from (and for) JJ San Juan. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-6756832177921868690?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/6756832177921868690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=6756832177921868690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/6756832177921868690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/6756832177921868690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2009/03/jjma-ka-jj-for-fin-vp-d.html' title='JJMA ka? JJ for Fin VP! :D'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-7465299104679010108</id><published>2009-01-23T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T01:33:00.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>usapang babae (naman?). XD</title><content type='html'>Grabbed from julirose. akalain mong may gumawa na din pala ng sagot, bukod sa notes ni klyonne. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kapag ngumiti ka na ng konti,&lt;br&gt;nag-ayos ng konti &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;pagkakamalan ka nang malandi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hindi pangseryosohang relasyon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Marinig lang nila na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;malakas kang mag-salita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;palengkera&lt;/em&gt; ka na.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;T.O. kagad sa kanila iyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mahilig silang tumingin sa mga babaeng sexy manamit&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic"&gt;kulang nalang makita na kaluluwa.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pero kapag babaeng seryosohin at gustong ligawan&lt;br&gt;dapat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disente&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br&gt;dapat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mala-anghel ang mukha&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br&gt;dapat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mukhang inosente&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;Tapos kami pa raw ang mahilig mamili?&lt;br&gt;Parang baliktad yata?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok, ayan nanliligaw na si lalake.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dapat &lt;em&gt;pakipot&lt;/em&gt; ka para suyuin ka, para &lt;em&gt;habulin&lt;/em&gt; ka pa lalo.&lt;br&gt;Kapag hindi ka naman nagpakipot..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"easy to get"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; naman ang tingin sa iyo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hindi ka na seseryosohin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-style: italic;"&gt;Teka! Sino bang may sabing magpaalila kayo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-style: italic;"&gt;di naman namin hawak ang buhay niyo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Natural lang na magtiis kayo, may gusto kayo sa amin eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kapag nakuha niyo na iyon wala na lahat ng mga paghihirap niyo,&lt;br&gt;babaliktad na ang sitwasyon &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;kami naman ang mamromroblema&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;Para lang kayong may gustong bilhin na bagay.&lt;br&gt;Upang mabili ito kailangan munang magsakripisyo, magtipid, magtiis.&lt;br&gt;Pag nabili na at mapagsawaan wala na, &lt;em&gt;balewala na&lt;/em&gt;. Diyan ka na sa tabi-tabi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Tawagan nalang kita pag trip ko o kaya'y pag may gusto akong ipagawa sa iyo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ano pa ba? E di sinagot mo na diba. Utang na loob pa natin yun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Dahil naghirap daw sila sa panliligaw dapat masuklian natin iyon ng higit pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sa umpisa kailangan malambing ka, maayos at laging magsisilbi sa kanya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayaw daw nilang humawak ng relasyon, pero &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;kapag ikaw naman ang nagmando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aba! masasakal naman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sasabihin pa sa iyo:&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic"&gt;"demanding ka."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Meron ka pang maririnig na:&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic"&gt;"I think we need space."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;..........at kung anu-ano pang ek-ek.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-style: italic;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sino rin may sabing di dapat kami magpakabait,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-style: italic;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-style: italic;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;maging devoted at faithful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kapag kami ang sumaway&lt;/span&gt; niyang mga iyan, iba na ang tingin sa amin.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Malandi na kami, haliparot, pakawala, makikay &lt;/span&gt;at kung anu-ano pang mga bansag ang itatawag sa amin.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kapag kayo gumawa noon, ok lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lalake kayo eh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;macho&lt;/u&gt; kayo pag ginawa niyo yon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;Kaya kami, walang magawa. Magpapakaburo at magpapakamadre nalang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kapag nagloko na kayo ano pa bang magagawa namin?&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Eh di iiyak nalang&lt;/strong&gt;. Wala namang ibang magagawa eh. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" size="5"&gt;&lt;font face="century gothic"&gt;Tungkol naman sa  tinatawag niyong pagdedemand namin.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi kami nagdedemand! Karapatan lang namin iyon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-style: italic;"&gt;Karapatan namin na lambingin niyo kami, icheck at ipakita sa amin na mahal niyo kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hindi rin ibig sabihin na mas sincere kayo sa amin.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Seryoso rin naman kami ah. At ang maturity wala yan sa edad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-style: italic;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;font style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" color="#333399"&gt;Mas maaga nga kaming magmature sa inyo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Ang isang 19 year old na lalake eh, isip 15 pa yun. It follows iyan sa lahat ng age group.&lt;br&gt;Mas mataas pa kung minsan ang pagbawas ng level of maturity.&lt;br&gt;Kayo na ang mag-math!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Pati yung pag-iyak namin pinupuntirya niyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kesyo&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; drama &lt;/span&gt;daw. Diba kapag umiyak ka nagbuhos ka ng emosyon diyan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ano tingin niyo sa amin mga artista?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Alam niyo iyon? Yun bang kulang nalang ay lumuha ka na ng dugo,&lt;br&gt;pero hindi ka pa rin papansinin.&lt;br&gt;Sasabihan ka pang tigilan na ang pagdradrama.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi nila kami maiintindihan kapag nagseselos kami&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bakit naman kami magseselos kung wala kaming nakikita?&lt;br&gt;Mas iba kaming magmahal.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Mas masarap..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kapag natapos na ang lambingan,&lt;br&gt;eh di siyempre&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; iwanan blues&lt;/span&gt; na.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Kami pa raw ang nagsawa, kami pa raw ang nagtritrip lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sino ba ang lumalayas kapag may nakita nang bago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sino ba ang mayabang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sino  ba ang nagmamalaki?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kami ba? Kami ang walang choice...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-style: italic;"&gt;Kasi ang babae pag sinabing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"break na tayo.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Lambingin lang iyan ng konti balikan blues na iyan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kapag ang lalake ang umayaw, pucha, bahala ka diyan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kahit mag-tambling ka pa sa harap niya. Wa-epek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Umiyak ka ng bato.Wa-epek.&lt;br&gt;Tsk, tsk, tsk. Tapos sila pa raw ang kawawa? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Post-break up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mahal pa ng babae si lalaki.&lt;br&gt;Sasamantalahin ni lalaki. Magpapagawa ng kung anu-ano.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Naaalala ka lang kapag may kailangan sa iyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kapag pumangit ka after the break up, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-style: italic;"&gt;magpapasalamat sila na iniwan ka nila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kapag  gumanda ka naman, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ipagkakalat nila sa buong sangkatauhan na naging girlfriend ka niya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sala sa init sala sa lamig talaga.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ano ba namang buhay to?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ang  hirap ding maging babae ano. Kala nila laging sila nalang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lagi rin kaming naiiwan sa ere.&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;text-decoration: underline;color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;PUTANGINA SAKLAP DIBA?      &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-7465299104679010108?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/7465299104679010108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=7465299104679010108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/7465299104679010108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/7465299104679010108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2009/01/usapang-babae-naman-xd.html' title='usapang babae (naman?). XD'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-7479961416270935661</id><published>2009-01-22T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:00:48.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>usapang lalaki.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="ctiffany" author_possessive="ctiffany's"&gt;&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="pkjdv12" author_possessive="pkjdv12's"&gt;&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="mikoawayan" author_possessive="mikoawayan's"&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;reposted from tiff. 'di ako sang-ayon, pero nakakaaliw din basahin. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*gabe. usapang lalake* &lt;br&gt;*sindi ng yosi* &lt;br&gt;*hithit* &lt;br&gt;*buga*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#6600cc" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Musta na, pare? Ako, okay lang. Eto. Nagmumuni-muni. Nag-iisip. Minsan talaga may mga bagay na hindi ko maintindihan. Ewan ko ba.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#6600cc" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*hinga ng malalim*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;Bakit ba ganun pare, ilang beses ko na pinag-aralan pero lagi na lang lumalabas na parang kahit ‘sang anggulo mo tingnan, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;hindi nagiging patas para sa mga lalake ang ilang bagay pagdating sa pagmamahal.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#6600cc" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*tingin sa stars*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Minsan naiisip ko, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alam kaya ng mga babae ang hirap ng lalake&lt;br&gt;na gumawa ng first move para magtapat ng pagmamahal? &lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;E yung hirap na dinadaanan sa panliligaw at pagsuyo sa mahal nya?&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ang feeling ng masaktan pag nabasted?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Malamang-lamang siguro, hindi ano.&lt;br&gt;Wala naman yata silang alam sa mga paghihirap naten e.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ang alam lang ata nila e mamili, manakit, at &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;magsaya. Tingin mo?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#6600cc" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*tingin sa malayo*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;Lagi naman ganun. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Una pa lang, lalake na ang naghihirap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hassle saten ang panliligaw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pero bago pa yun, &lt;br&gt;kung ano pang diskarte ang gagawin naten &lt;br&gt;para masabi naten sa kanila na mahal natin sila. &lt;br&gt;Alam kaya nila yun? Mahirap magsabi na mahal mo na yung babae, diba?&lt;br&gt;Tapos liligawan pa naten. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Patutunayan na mahal nga sila. Susuyuin &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;to-the-max. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Maghahatid sa bahay, tutulungan, &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;sasabayan, palalamunin, pagtyatyagaan, &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;lahat na. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Kulang na lang e pagsilbihan mo nang &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;walang sahod.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;At ano ang kapalit? &lt;strong&gt;Well, depende sa trip nila. Oo tol, sa trip lang nila.&lt;br&gt;Wala silang pake kesehodang mahal natin talaga sila. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Basta ang alam nila, pag di nila tayo &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family: Verdana;"&gt;trip, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;isang malaking HINDE ang makukuha &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;naten&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kahit umiyak pa tayo ng dugo o lumuhod sa mga asing buu-buo. &lt;br&gt;Para lang silang namimili ng damit na di man lang sinusukat bago ayawan.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaya kahit mahal na mahal na mahal na mahal natin, sorry tayo. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hindi nila alam kung mahal mo sila. &lt;br&gt;Kailangan mong maabot ang kanilang mga standards o uuwi ka lang na bad trip, iiling-iling, at minsan, luhaan.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;Wala tayong magagawa, marami silang alibi. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family: times,times new roman,serif;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family: times,times new roman,serif;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Hindi pa ‘ko ready eh..”, &lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family: times,times new roman,serif;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;“&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sorry pero I think we should just be friends..”,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family: times,times new roman,serif;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" size="5"&gt;“Ha? Uhhmm.. nagpapatawa ka ba? Hahahaha..” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family: times,times new roman,serif;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" size="5"&gt;“&lt;font size="3"&gt;Better luck next time na lang muna, okay lang?”, &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family: times,times new roman,serif;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Give me a decade. Pag-iisipan ko muna..”,&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family: times,times new roman,serif;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" size="5"&gt;“Para lang kitang kapatid e..”, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;yaddah yaddah.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;Isang malaking pagsasaklob ng langit at lupa ‘yon para saten. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*kuha ng bote ng beer* &lt;br&gt;*lagok* &lt;br&gt;*lunok*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;At hindi lang ‘yon tol. Sa pre-relationship stage pa lang yon.&lt;br&gt;Pag sinagot na nila tayo, satin pa rin ang hassle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;Tayo daw ang mga lalake kaya &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;tayo ang hahawak ng relasyon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;Tayo ang aayos kung may gulo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;tayo ang dapat magpapakabait; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;tayo ang magtatyaga; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;tayo ang magiging devoted at faithful; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;tayo, tayo tayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Sila? Ummm… Teka, isipin ko.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;Ayun. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif;" size="5"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif;" size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sila ang magsasabi kung anong oras kayo dapat &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif;" size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;magmeet;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif;" size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sila ang magtetext ng mga mushy at kabalbalang &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif;" size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;texts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif;" size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sila ang magdedemand sayo ng kung anu-ano;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif;" size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sila ang magbabawal;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif;" size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sila ang magsasabi kung kelan ka dapat mag-shave, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif;" size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;kung kelan ka pwedeng tumawag sa bahay nila,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif;" size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;kung kelan sila di dapat bad tripin dahil meron sila,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif;" size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at kung kelan ka korni.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;Ewan. Ganun ata talaga. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*kuha ng bote ng beer* &lt;br&gt;*lagok* &lt;br&gt;*lunok*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi pa yun tapos pare, dahil dapat tayo ang bahala kung ano ang &lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;magiging takbo ng relasyon.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;Pag maganda, edi okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;Pag may problema, kasalanan naten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haay buhay. Minsan talaga kung tutuusin sakit sila ng ulo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#ff0000" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#ff0000" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaya lang mahal naten kaya di na natin &lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#ff0000" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iniintindi yun. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*hinga ng malalim*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#6600cc" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;Pero alam mo tol, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;feeling ko mas sincere pa tayo magmahal sa kanila. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Alam mo yun, iba tayo magmahal e.&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#6633ff"&gt;Hindi lang parang laru-laro lang. Seryoso. &lt;br&gt;At kung magmahal man tayo, lubus-lubusan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;Mas mature?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hindi yung parang pambata lang gaya nila na kesyo magseselos-selos, iiyak-iyak, iina-inarte, dadradrama, at kung anu-ano pa. &lt;br&gt;Hindi lang kababawan. Ka-mushyhan. Kababaihan. Iba tayo pag nagmahal. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*hinga ng malalim* &lt;br&gt;*tingin sa malayo ulit*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#6600cc" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;At ito pa ang pinakamasaklap. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*singhot*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;Ang ending ng relasyon. &lt;br&gt;Sa mga panahong ‘to, either&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;sawa na sila&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;em&gt;hindi na tayo trip&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;may nahanap na silang better saten,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;o kaya they need f*cking space and time muna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad trip no? Wala na naman tayong choice. Sila ang masusunod. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#6600cc" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;At ano pa ang kasamang hassle don?&lt;br&gt;Syempre wasak na ang imahe naten.&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tayo ang lalabas na may kasalanan. &lt;br&gt;Na playboy. Na nagpapaiyak. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*iiling*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Tayo siyempre ang mga antagonist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at sila yung mga bidang inaapi at parang mga pusang iiyak-iyak.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#6600cc"&gt;Ang ending:&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;mag-ooffer sila ng “friendship” kuno matapos tayong pagsawaan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;lahat ng gifts naten nasa kanila, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sawi tayo sa pag-ibig, &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“player” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;na ang image naten,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;at higit sa lahat,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;br&gt;mag-iisip kung papaano ipagpapatuloy ang buhay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maiiwan tayong tulala, mag-iisip kung saan nagkamali, mamomroblema sa pag-aadjust sa pagiging single, at di na naman makakatulog. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Haay buhay. Ang hirap maging lalake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lagi ka na lang naiiwan sa ere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ano? Hindi ka na nagsalita? In-love ka no&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#6600cc" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;Ako, kamusta? Eto. &lt;br&gt;Yoyosi-yosi. Bubuntong-buntong hininga. Titingin-tingin sa bituin. Mumuni-muni. Lalagok ng alak&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="6" color="#6600cc" face="book antiqua,palatino"&gt;Ang mga babae talaga, oo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-7479961416270935661?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/7479961416270935661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=7479961416270935661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/7479961416270935661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/7479961416270935661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2009/01/usapang-lalaki.html' title='usapang lalaki.'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-2545309935560377815</id><published>2008-10-22T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:31:37.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daddy's rules for dating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy's Rules for Dating&lt;/span&gt; (copied from bart&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your dad's rules for your boyfriend (or for you if you're a guy):&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Rule One:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're surely not picking anything up. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Rule Two:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You do not touch my daughter in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Rule Three:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Rule Four:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a 'Barrier method' of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Rule Five:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: 'early.' &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Rule Six:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you.&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If you make her cry, I will make you cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Rule Seven:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Rule Eight:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing or holding hands. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided; movies that feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Rule Nine:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="3"&gt;Do not lie to me.&lt;/font&gt; I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Rule Ten:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be afraid. Be very afraid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;NOTE: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless accompanied by a complete financial statement, job history, lineage, and current medical report from your doctor. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;NAME _____________________________ DATE OF BIRTH ____________&lt;br&gt;HEIGHT ________ WEIGHT _________ IQ __________ GPA _________&lt;br&gt;SOCIAL SECURITY #______________ DRIVERS LICENSE #____________&lt;br&gt;BOY SCOUT RANK AND BADGES__________________________________&lt;br&gt;______&lt;br&gt;HOME ADDRESS_____________________________________________________ &lt;br&gt;CITY/STATE ____________________________ ZIP______ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do you have parents? ___Yes ___No&lt;br&gt;Is one male and the other female? ___Yes ___No&lt;br&gt;If No, explain: _______________________________________________________&lt;br&gt;___________________________________________________________________ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Number of years they have been married _________________________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If less than your age, explain:&lt;br&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ACCESSORIES SECTION:&lt;br&gt;A. Do you own or have access to a van? __Yes __No&lt;br&gt;B. A truck with oversized tires? __Yes __No&lt;br&gt;C. A waterbed? __Yes __No &lt;br&gt;D. A pickup with a mattress in the back? __Yes __No&lt;br&gt;E. A tattoo? __Yes __No&lt;br&gt;F. Do you have an earring, nose ring, __Yes __No &lt;br&gt;pierced tongue, pierced cheek or a belly button ring? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(IF YOU ANSWERED 'YES' TO ANY OF THE ABOVE, DISCONTINUE APPLICATION AND LEAVE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY. I SUGGEST RUNNING.) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ESSAY SECTION: &lt;br&gt;In 50 words or less, what does 'LATE' mean to you? &lt;br&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In 50 words or less, what does 'DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER' mean to you?&lt;br&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In 50 words or less, what does 'ABSTINENCE' mean to you?&lt;br&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;REFERENCES SECTION:&lt;br&gt;Church you attend ___________________________________________________ &lt;br&gt;How often you attend ________________________________________________&lt;br&gt;When would be the best time to interview your:&lt;br&gt;father? ____________&lt;br&gt;mother? ___________&lt;br&gt;pastor? ____________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SHORT-ANSWER SECTION: &lt;br&gt;Answer by filling in the blank. Please answer freely, all answers are confidential.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A: If I were shot, the last place I would want shot would be:&lt;br&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br&gt;B: If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my:&lt;br&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br&gt;C: A woman's place is in the:&lt;br&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br&gt;D: The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about is:&lt;br&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br&gt;E. What do you want to do IF you grow up?&lt;br&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br&gt;F. When I meet a girl, the thing I always notice about her first is:&lt;br&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br&gt;G. What is the current going rate of a hotel room? __________________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I SWEAR THAT ALL INFORMATION SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND CORRECT TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH, DISMEMBERMENT, NATIVE AMERICAN ANTI TORTURE, CRUCIFIXION, ELECTROCUTION, CHINESE WATER TORTURE, RED HOT POKERS, AND HILLARY CLINTON KISS TORTURE.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;__________________________________________________________________ &lt;br&gt;Applicant's Signature (that means sign your name, moron!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;_______________________________ ________________________________&lt;br&gt;Mother's Signature Father's Signature &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;_______________________________ ________________________________&lt;br&gt;Pastor/Priest/ Rabbi State Representative/Congressman&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thank you for your interest, and it had better be genuine and non-sexual. Please allow four to six years for processing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You will be contacted in writing if you are approved. Please do not try to call or write (since you probably can't, and it would cause you injury). If your application is rejected, you will be notified by two gentlemen wearing white ties carrying violin cases (you might want to watch your back).&lt;/font&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-2545309935560377815?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/2545309935560377815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=2545309935560377815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/2545309935560377815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/2545309935560377815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2008/10/daddy-rules-for-dating.html' title='daddy&amp;#39;s rules for dating.'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-8733724462205088415</id><published>2008-10-14T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T02:07:21.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>econ 100.1 finals - does anybody know the time and place? :)</title><content type='html'>   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-8733724462205088415?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/8733724462205088415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=8733724462205088415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/8733724462205088415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/8733724462205088415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2008/10/econ-1001-finals-does-anybody-know-time.html' title='econ 100.1 finals - does anybody know the time and place? :)'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-5963470484175832300</id><published>2008-10-08T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:33:51.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i've experienced yet a single break-up in my life. and i was the one who initiated it. yet, no matter how many times i told myself that i do not have any right to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; hurt because it was my fault, it was painful.  it hurt for some time. after a while though, i got to move on, to go to reunions and see him again with a smile on my face like nothing bad happened.. or like i never did him wrong. i felt guilty that everything passed me by rather quickly, but then again, there was no use pretending that you i still felt dramatic about all that happened though i was really over everything. it was over. that's it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;now, i am happy. or maybe not. but at least i know that i'm not super sad. what i'm going through right now is far different from breaking up with my first boyfriend, but it somehow feels the same. there's the pain, the longing, the what-if's, the guilt. yet, there's also peace, and (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okaaay&lt;/span&gt;, i have to admit), a bit of happiness. it's still the same old painful loss, but this time around, i'm assured that what - or who - i lost, is in a better state than when we were together. for her, there's no more pain and suffering. just peace. and hopefully hapiness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i don't like holding on. i move on quite fast. i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; get over this. i can, i can, i can. in fact, i've laughed a lot of times since last week. i'm yearning to go to the mall with my girl friends, to see my crush(es), to get good grades (after a depressing accounting exam).. i long to live my life again. there are some major changes, a lot of missing parts in my life, huge decisions that suddenly appeared and now my mind's overflowing with a lot of stuff. my aunts and uncles tell me to just study hard and fulfill my mom's dreams for me, but as of the moment, studying is what i suck at most. i just want to chill, to go out, to drink, to party, to have fun and forget everything. no matter how hard i try, i just can't study. or maybe i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't want&lt;/span&gt; to study yet. i try to clear my mind but it's still preoccupied. my stat exam is sitting here in front of me at the computer but i don't know when i'd (want to) start.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;okay, i'm ranting big time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;basta..&lt;/span&gt; i don't know anymore. my life seems pointless.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;let's end this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na. &lt;/span&gt;thank you for all who came, who texted, and most especially to those who prayed. my mom is happy now, and i guess i should be too, anytime soon. *hugs* God bless.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-5963470484175832300?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/5963470484175832300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=5963470484175832300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/5963470484175832300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/5963470484175832300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2008/10/moving-on.html' title='moving on.'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-6371769364715175421</id><published>2008-09-21T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:22:54.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at dahil pilipino ka.. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="r0nna" author_possessive="r0nna's"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size: 24px;font-weight: bold;"&gt;UP JMA and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size: 24px;font-weight: bold;"&gt;FERN Incorporated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size: 14px;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in cooperation with&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;Hang Ten and Scratch It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;invite you to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 32px;"&gt;BUY PINOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;A Charity Bazaar for Filipinos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" size="5"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;September 27 &amp; 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 &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-6371769364715175421?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/6371769364715175421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=6371769364715175421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/6371769364715175421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/6371769364715175421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2008/09/at-dahil-pilipino-ka.html' title='at dahil pilipino ka.. :)'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-1019552402024661331</id><published>2008-06-22T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:15:55.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good black day. :)</title><content type='html'>it has been raining unpredictably for the past days, but i never did expect a black out to happen today. as i sat at home all day hoping for the electricity to go back, plans on what to do when the laptop's up and working again kept running through my mind - copying my unfinished papers to my usb was first, and reviewing for our cwts quiz tomorrow was next (the undiscussed coverage is posted on the website, so i have no means of reviewing it amidst a black out). i waited in vain all day until i finally fell asleep immediately after dinner. at around 10, i woke up to the sound of the tv and my sisters' and mom's loud chatting. it was all too late, but i still felt relieved that finally, the electricity's back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;for today, i learned a couple of things. first was that when rain falls heavier than the usual, only one-fourth of the usual people who go to church actually show up for mass. at first, me and my sister were guilty of feeling lazy as well, given the temptation of staying at home all-day lying on bed and listening to the pouring rain. plus, taking a bath was scary in a pitchblack bathroom. anyway, the rain toned down when we finally stepped out to walk to church. i guess God was telling us then that we were doing the right thing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;for tonight, i succeeded in copying my files alright (after digging into my backpack for minutes trying to find my usb), but i got irritated when the ym wasn't functioning at that very crucial time. my mom's already told me that there's no class tomorrow, but i just needed to find out for myself. and then i found out about the web messenger (okay, sorry if everybody knows about it already and i'm the only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;ignorante &lt;/span&gt;left behind), and i find it so cool that i'm thinking about using it instead of the wreck-prone ym that we have here at home. and thank God again, there's a concrete announcement regarding class suspension. wee! long week-end right here.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;plus, i got to chat with bea after a looong time. we have our first date for the sem set on tues. i just hope nothing else comes up on that day. cross-fingers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;haha. it's been ages since i blogged like this. totally missed it. hahaha. God bless you guys! peace.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PS: i'm soooo happy today because there are tons of chocolate at home. i shouldn't miss brushing my teeth before sleeping, or else.. ^^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-1019552402024661331?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/1019552402024661331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=1019552402024661331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/1019552402024661331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/1019552402024661331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-black-day.html' title='good black day. :)'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-360279062542594197</id><published>2008-06-20T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:01:16.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't mind me.</title><content type='html'>a minute ago my heart's been overflowing with negative feelings that i just wanted to pour into writing. but i guess it will be too risky. i just got suddenly scared of what others might think if i do a dramatic monologue here. so, i guess i'll continue to keep it in. don't mind me. i'm oooookay. ^^  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-360279062542594197?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/360279062542594197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=360279062542594197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/360279062542594197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/360279062542594197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2008/06/don-mind-me.html' title='don&amp;#39;t mind me.'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-7730893859995921980</id><published>2008-06-16T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:09:32.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no guts, no glory</title><content type='html'>Statistically speaking, unless you are a total hermit, a social retard, or ugly as a putrid bum, there is at least one person in your multiply network that has a crush on you, wants to date you, wants to sleep with you, or simply just wants to kiss you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So... let's play "No Guts, No Glory!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The rules are simple.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. If you want to date the person who posted this, send a Personal Message, not a reply to this post, saying "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Coffee?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br&gt;2. If you have a crush on the person who posted this, send a Personal Message saying "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;You're hot!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br&gt;3. If you just want to sleep with them &amp; stay friends, send them a Persoal Message that says "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Nice shoes!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br&gt;4. If you simply just want to kiss the person who posted this, send a Personal Message saying, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;I do!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SCARED?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The only rule is that, you must not make anyone who sends you a personal message feel stupid for feeling that way about you. Acknowledge. Say thank you. Move on.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;IF YOU'VE READ THIS, YOU HAVE TO REPOST THIS, EVEN IF YOU'RE TAKEN &amp; see who replies.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SO... re-post this as "No Guts, No Glory", as it doesn't matter if you're married, in a relationship, or single. You opened it so you HAVE to repost it! A test of your bravery...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;C'mon! No Guts, No Glory! :D  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-7730893859995921980?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/7730893859995921980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=7730893859995921980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/7730893859995921980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/7730893859995921980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-guts-no-glory.html' title='no guts, no glory'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-525645493778766462</id><published>2008-06-14T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T23:18:09.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kakasa ka ba sa grade 5? - from kat. try this. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;You need to come up with the correct number to open the attachment. (SEE BELOW)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Good luck with this and have fun! This is a 5th grade math problem. If you can't stand word math problems, just delete now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;If you can open the spreadsheet, you'll see it's a very small list of people who have gotten the correct number. This is not a trick question. This is a real math problem so don't say that a bus has no legs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;- There are 7 girls in a bus.&lt;br&gt;- Each girl has 7 backpacks.&lt;br&gt;- In each backpack, there are 7 big cats.&lt;br&gt;- For every big cat there are 7 little cats.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; font-family: arial; "&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; font-family: arial; "&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); " face="trebuchet ms" size="5"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many legs are there in the bus?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;The number of legs is the password to unlock the Excel sheet. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;If you open it, add your name and send it on to see who else can unlock it. (See attached file: copy of answer sheet-3-1.xls)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hint: No bus driver.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-525645493778766462?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/525645493778766462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=525645493778766462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/525645493778766462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/525645493778766462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2008/06/kakasa-ka-ba-sa-grade-5-from-kat-try.html' title='kakasa ka ba sa grade 5? - from kat. try this. :D'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-212852837108098945</id><published>2008-06-09T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T14:35:53.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nais mo bang magturo? :)</title><content type='html'>hi! i'm looking for someone who could replace me as a tutor. busy-busyhan na kasi, eh nahihiya naman akong basta iwan 'yung student ko nang hindi nag-eeffort na humanap ng kapalit. anyway, here are the details:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;sa emerald mansion, ortigas&lt;br&gt;3 hours/day, 5 days/week&lt;br&gt;100php/hour ang sweldo, usually plus merienda naman at c2 :)&lt;br&gt;'pag perfect attendance, nagbibigay sila ng bonus&lt;br&gt;weekly ang sweldo, so around 1500+ per week&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hmm.. ano pa ba?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the student is a 16-year old korean girl who understands english somehow. or kung magkaroon man ng switch, within their family din ang matuturuan mo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i was teaching english at first, but lately we've been studying science and math. 'di naman rigid 'yung session, so if you'd want changes sa sched or something, madali din naman sila kausap. i think the classes would be from 5:30-8:30 or 6-9, kasi magkakapasok na din sila sa june 16, eh 4pm pa sila makakauwi from pasig.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;lastly, the aunt/mom told me to find someone who's hardworking, patient and kind. so, are you qualified? :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;text me at 09173587262 if you're interested. Thanks so much! :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-212852837108098945?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/212852837108098945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=212852837108098945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/212852837108098945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/212852837108098945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2008/06/nais-mo-bang-magturo.html' title='nais mo bang magturo? :)'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-4942775283197087184</id><published>2008-05-20T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T23:42:42.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first things first. (from tin)</title><content type='html'>      &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"&gt;You have to type the 1st thing that comes to mind whenever you hear these 35 things.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; You can’t think and go back and change your answers.&lt;br&gt; TIP: erase all of the other persons' answers first.. that way u can think in blank&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Here we go:&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 1. Beer: melo!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 2. McDo: mcdo go bigtime stubs.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; 3. Relationships:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"&gt; problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 4. Purple: love! Cellophane!&lt;br&gt; 5. Power Rangers: yellow ranger&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; 6. Weed: grass? Lol.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; 7. Steroids: nooooo.&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"&gt;&lt;br&gt; 8. Cartoons: power puff!&lt;br&gt; 9. The President: hate.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 10. Tupperware: plastic.&lt;br&gt; 11. Florida: Disneyland!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; 12. Santa Claus: Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"&gt;&lt;br&gt; 13. Halloween:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"&gt; pumpkin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 14. Alice: wonderland!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 15. Grammar: tutor.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; 16: Myspace: what’s my password again?&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; 17. Clowns: scary..&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 18. Marriage: scarier. Ugh.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; 19. Paris:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"&gt; the tower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 20. Cat: the cat in alice in wonderland&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; 21. Redheads: weasley.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; 22. Blondes:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"&gt; charlie’s angels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 23. Pass the: salt. Haha.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; 24. One night stand: never.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;25. Donald Trump:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"&gt; pusoy dos. What the-?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 26. Neverland:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"&gt; peter pan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 27. dixie: pixie.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; 28. Vanilla ice cream: nah. Choco! &lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;29. Volleyball: trauma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"&gt;30. High school musical: oops, forgot to watch it still.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; 31. Pajamas: bananas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"&gt;32. WoodY: woodpecker&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; 33. Wet Socks: eww.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; 34. Anorexia: lester? XD&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;35. Love: makes the world go round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-4942775283197087184?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/4942775283197087184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=4942775283197087184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/4942775283197087184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/4942775283197087184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-things-first-from-tin.html' title='first things first. (from tin)'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-6791404604082977654</id><published>2008-05-20T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:39:21.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am lion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" author_possessive="desireebadua's" author="desireebadua"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: scroll;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: scroll;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: normal;" u1:st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: scroll;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2. Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: scroll;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: scroll;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;4. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; like most girls i know, i'm a certified &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chocoholic&lt;/span&gt;. i love dark chocolate more than any other kind.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; i'm super &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fickle-minded&lt;/span&gt;. last christmas (or for every christmas i think), my mom got irritated because i kept changing my choice of top to buy. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;people at home call me a lot of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pet names&lt;/span&gt;. top three would be layon (a variation of lion), emo (which is actually a short term for demon), and thankfully, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ate &lt;/span&gt;joyce. similarly, i usually call other people nick names that only less people call them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm pretty &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kuripot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;galante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at the same time. it depends on how much money i have and how good my mood is.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;you can consider me as one of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boys&lt;/span&gt;. i've been to lots of movie outings, mallings and meals with all-boy groups.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;during our year-ender activity at kalai, my floormates were telling me that one thing they'd remember about me was how i always hugged them. i just looove &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hugging&lt;/span&gt; people i care for.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   just one "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tara &lt;/span&gt;joyce, mall &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tayo&lt;/span&gt;?" is enough to have me tagging along, 'coz i'm very much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;phlegmatic&lt;/span&gt;. especially &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'pag libre ng nagyayaya.&lt;/span&gt; *wink*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;my friends used to count how many times i say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt; in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tambay &lt;/span&gt;moment with them. i do say sorry a lot, but for things that are not my fault, i can be very stubborn.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i used to dream of becoming a doctor, but now i want to become a cpa-lawyer. or a model, a singer, a theatre performer, and lots more. i have lots of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dreams&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i have this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;self-pity&lt;/span&gt; moments when i realize that i am the laziest and yet the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pinaka-pasaway &lt;/span&gt;of us four children at home. and i've actually grown to believe that other people know that my parents have only three children, and i am non-existing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so much for the emo-ness. i tag the last ten persons who viewed my page (and who hasn't done this, hopefully):&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hannah&lt;br&gt;yen&lt;br&gt;roxanne&lt;br&gt;dang&lt;br&gt;ley&lt;br&gt;deah&lt;br&gt;ate dianne&lt;br&gt;jo&lt;br&gt;kenneth&lt;br&gt;trish&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa mga walang &lt;/span&gt;blog &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa ni-&lt;/span&gt;tag &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko, oras na para magsimulang mag-&lt;/span&gt;blog. hehe. peace! :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PS: for all those who tagged me with this, sorry super late. God bless! ^^&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-6791404604082977654?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/6791404604082977654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=6791404604082977654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/6791404604082977654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/6791404604082977654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-lion.html' title='i am lion'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-6994243746160299337</id><published>2008-05-16T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:34:37.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 odd things about me. grabbed from manong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;50 ODD things about you!&lt;br&gt;If you opened this, FILL IT OUT!&lt;br&gt;Learn 50 things about your friends, and let them learn 50 things about you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do you like cheese?&lt;br&gt;-- suuuper.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Are you a chainsmoker?&lt;br&gt;-- don't smoke.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your favorite song?&lt;br&gt;-- hmm. because of you? (kelly clarkson's)&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you get nervous before doctor appointments?&lt;br&gt;-- haha. no.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What do you think of hotdogs?&lt;br&gt;-- reminds me of ate vicky's/vermont's footlong.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Favorite Christmas song?&lt;br&gt;-- pasko na sinta ko. emo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What do you prefer to drink in the morning&lt;br&gt;-- water, kung iinom man.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Can you do push ups?&lt;br&gt;-- yep. a few.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Favorite super-hero?&lt;br&gt;-- ppg! haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Favorite hobby?&lt;br&gt;-- singing. watching anime. reading.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Secret weapon to get the opposite sex?&lt;br&gt;-- *grin*&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What's one trait you hate about yourself?&lt;br&gt;-- miss fickle-minded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment&lt;br&gt;-- i have more traits that i hate about me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- i'm overly excited about the crs batch run. OA.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- what to do? gabi na pero 'di pa 'ko antukin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Name 6 things you bought yesterday?&lt;br&gt;-- ticket for a streetdance requirement.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- fudgie bar and choco mucho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- lunch at kfc.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-- photox&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-- choco mucho ulit, mahal s'ya at 10php.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-- pamasahe. lots of this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Name 3 drinks you regularly drink?&lt;br&gt;-- water&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- bearbrand choco&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- rootbeer&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Favorite place?&lt;br&gt;-- bahay. there's no place like home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Where would you like to go?&lt;br&gt;-- salon. char.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What color of shirt are you wearing?&lt;br&gt;-- blue.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Can you whistle?&lt;br&gt;-- no. *bitter*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Favorite color/s?&lt;br&gt;-- black. blue. violet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Would you like to be a pirate?&lt;br&gt;-- haha. no?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt; Favorite boy's name?&lt;br&gt; -- john. haha. ang common naman.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Favorite girl's name?&lt;br&gt;-- joyce. woohoo!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What's in your pocket right now?&lt;br&gt;-- no pocket.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br&gt;-- my sis bullying me. i got mad and grr-ed, and she said i looked like the lion that growls at the beginning of warner bro's films.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Worst injury you've ever had?&lt;br&gt;-- i was playing with the dog and i tripped and fell headfirst down our door when i was small. eh elevated s'ya na halos ka-height ko nung time na 'yun, so sabog talaga ang noo ko.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you love where you live?&lt;br&gt;-- yeah, a lot, even after that incident. pinaiba na 'yung part kung san ako nadapa.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How many computers do you have in your house?&lt;br&gt;-- 4 ata.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Does someone have a crush on you?&lt;br&gt;-- no one i know of. haha. pahumble daw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is your favorite book?&lt;br&gt;-- hmm. no fave.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What is your favorite candy?&lt;br&gt;-- nerds. &lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;  What were you doing 12 AM last night?&lt;br&gt;-- writing a quiz for my tutee.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What is the first thing you thought of when u woke up?&lt;br&gt;-- omg, it's past 7. eh i was supposed to meet someone at 7. grr, late na naman.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt; so much for posting after a long time of hibernation. &lt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-6994243746160299337?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/6994243746160299337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=6994243746160299337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/6994243746160299337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/6994243746160299337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2008/05/50-odd-things-about-me-grabbed-from.html' title='50 odd things about me. grabbed from manong.'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-179133202645772783</id><published>2008-04-14T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:07:37.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute depiction of college life</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext" style="text-align: center;" author_possessive="sexirowr's" author="sexirowr"&gt;Every New Semester:&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wkgAoKCmcAABMZSUY1/new%20sem.gif?et=%2CCinQjJEa9rvQSMpA%2B5xdg&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After First Week:&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wk7QoKCmcAABgSgFQ1/AFTER%201ST%20WEEK.gif?et=lAQF4Xgira6mO724CKe7ww&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;During the Mid-Term Test:&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wloAoKCmcAACs-hjk1/DURING%20THE%20MID.gif?et=loj1UUDr8zEecOe%2B7UwTSQ&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After the Mid-Term Test:&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wlxAoKCmcAACrtf181/AFTER%20THE%20MID.gif?et=RWAFxBS6HutWQHJXXk8TXw&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Before the Final Exams:&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wmFAoKCmcAADLaQTU1/BEFORE%20THE%20FINAL.gif?et=93GOX6%2BVDSBVhrZJ9nlKqg&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Once Get to Know the Final Exam Schedule:&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wmMAoKCmcAAD5hj681/FINAL%20EXAM%20SCHEDULE.gif?et=xj4BKC9zIcAM1UNtUsC%2B5Q&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;7 Days Before the Final Exam:&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wmRwoKCmcAADQAaVM1/7%20DAYS.gif?et=wohEegrTWinoZppZjZysFQ&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6 Days Before the Final Exam:&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-woEwoKCmcAAFW-4t81/6%20DAYS.gif?et=1przPSOpRSLJtvzR%2BLDNXw&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5 Days Before the Final Exam:&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wn7woKCmcAAF8iCqs1/5%20DAYS.gif?et=riGoIv7%2C%2BT2RHiCUEEm0MA&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4 Days Before the Final Exam:&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wnwgoKCmcAAFLL2981/4%20DAYS.gif?et=2kFXA7SqG2kIahcohrvY2w&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3 Days Before the Final Exam:&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wnogoKCmcAAFag8tw1/3%20DAYS.gif?et=nxrzB86NEk95nzTIZaobNA&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2 Days Before the Final Exam:&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wnfQoKCmcAAEkxv@41/2%20DAYS.gif?et=o8taz5wuLI7qfDqgibSoSw&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1 Day Before the Final Exam:&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wnWwoKCmcAAFLL27Y1/1%20DAY.gif?et=7oiMwOvJLwlKonLJLugPlw&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Night Before the Final Exam:&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wnLAoKCmcAAEZ@75k1/THE%20NIGHT.gif?et=po6t33EBGd7HBv7IZthT4A&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1 Hour Before the Final Exam:&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wnAAoKCmcAAErhxsI1/1%20HOUR.gif?et=%2BIZfp4UfcMBlYLGhm7VldQ&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;During the Final Exam:&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wmzwoKCmcAADsBhr01/DURING%20THE%20FINAL.gif?et=f%2CqC%2B1hnK3Bx0VlHFYgmIA&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Once Walk Out From the Examination Hall:&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wmngoKCmcAAD5jkfU1/WALK%20OUT.gif?et=ehQY3AvOIggWjbHUtTaedg&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After the Final Exam, During the Holiday:&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kuraikakeru.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-wmcgoKCmcAAD-51441/AFTER%20FINAL.gif?et=rrSJooxMalJ0zncKHq9GrQ&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="bodytext" style="text-align: center;" author_possessive="sexirowr's" author="sexirowr"&gt;THAT'S COLLEGE! XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salamat kay lambert na kinopyahan ko nito. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-179133202645772783?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/179133202645772783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=179133202645772783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/179133202645772783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/179133202645772783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2008/04/cute-depiction-of-college-life.html' title='cute depiction of college life'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-1425111537338335996</id><published>2008-02-25T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T15:26:13.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>englebert chua for BA sophie batch rep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am just a mere representation of our batch...&lt;br&gt;voting for me is like voting for yourself...&lt;br&gt;exercise properly your right to vote this March 4, 2008...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now's the time to show them what students from CBA really are...&lt;br&gt;Now's the time to act as one...&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now's the time to take responsibility...&lt;br&gt;Now's the time to be a true SOPHIE...also a toughie ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;***posted in the next 2 blogs are my General Plan of Action (GPOA), Specific Plan of Action (SPOA) and some question and answer thing from the COMELEC....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Know well the people you'll vote&lt;br&gt;Again,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://englechua.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R8F06AoKCrUAADUBMYE1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 152px; height: 203px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.englechua.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R8F06AoKCrUAADUBMYE1/IMG_0037.jpg?et=CadYgR8%2CzZtx9p4D%2C4wfgA&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Englebert Chua for Business Administration Sophomore Batch Representative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don't forget these important dates:&lt;br&gt;February 29, 2008- Miting de Avance &lt;br&gt;March 3, 2008- Question and Answer&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 4, 2008- The Big Day (Election time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;EXERCISE YOUR RIGHT TO VOTE THIS MARCH 4, 2008!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;***for questions/comments/suggestions/message/quotes/jokes (haha)...just message me  or add me engle_chua (YM) and i'll give you my contact number!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt; copied this from his site. sige na, vote na natin s'ya! vote for englebert chua on march 4. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-1425111537338335996?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/1425111537338335996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=1425111537338335996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/1425111537338335996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/1425111537338335996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2008/02/englebert-chua-for-ba-sophie-batch-rep.html' title='englebert chua for BA sophie batch rep'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-1655926014872749810</id><published>2007-12-20T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T20:15:15.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i have a new blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;http://chocoislove.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it's still under construction but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;please do visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; and leave comments. thanks! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-1655926014872749810?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/1655926014872749810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=1655926014872749810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/1655926014872749810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/1655926014872749810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-new-blog-httpchocoislove.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-792103627731927480</id><published>2007-08-09T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T09:54:14.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;a year -not- taller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday to me!&lt;/strong&gt; haha. &lt;em&gt;baliw lang ako.&lt;/em&gt; anyway, the day is just starting. and i'm pissed because my previous blog entry (which was when? yesterday. *lol*) seems like it's not gonna get uploaded. oh well. remind me to post it again later. *peace*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;my day &lt;strong&gt;is in no way &lt;/strong&gt;gonna get ruined. not even when I realized i'm not even a centimeter taller. *belat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway, just dropped by. gotta go. God bless! it's a pretty rainy day! *dances around*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;PS: &lt;em&gt;asan na &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;havaianas&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;ko? eh &lt;/em&gt;my top from &lt;strong&gt;mango&lt;/strong&gt;? *lol* kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-792103627731927480?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/792103627731927480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=792103627731927480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/792103627731927480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/792103627731927480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2007/08/year-not-taller.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-2271225069035056775</id><published>2007-06-30T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T11:35:20.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overheat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incentive'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;it's getting hot in here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sizzling.&lt;/strong&gt; i got incentives for the midterms in comm3. *cheers* my hand just shot up after sir ken gave the instruction: give the exact definition of communication according to julia wood. i was afraid i'd get it wrong. but anyway, i consider myself lucky for having that definition stuck in my mind. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blazing.&lt;/strong&gt; i was almost there, &lt;em&gt;onti na lang talaga&lt;/em&gt;. miss bello, our prof in math17, gave us the glorious chance to get incentives for the long exam. i was almost at the answer when she called it off. &lt;em&gt;"ang tagal n'yo naman. ayoko na,&lt;/em&gt;" she claimed, and then she stood up and solved the problem on the board. *sigh* serves me well for being an incentive freak. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flaming. &lt;/strong&gt;i got a tad sick since tuesday night, when my &lt;em&gt;annex-mates&lt;/em&gt; told me that i was hot (okay, i &lt;strong&gt;am &lt;/strong&gt;hot, but they actually meant my body temperature *just kidding*). i spent my break times for the following days sleeping in &lt;em&gt;kalai, &lt;/em&gt;and there were instances when i felt so bad i didn't have any appetite, and i didn't want to go to school. &lt;em&gt;kung hindi lang sayang 'yung +&lt;/em&gt;0.25 &lt;em&gt;sa &lt;/em&gt;philo for complete attendance, &lt;em&gt;um-&lt;/em&gt;absent &lt;em&gt;na 'ko. &lt;/em&gt;*lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;burning. &lt;/strong&gt;i wasted 50php for &lt;strong&gt;overheat&lt;/strong&gt;, a concert by the college of engineering at the &lt;em&gt;bahay ng alumni, &lt;/em&gt;which i didn't get to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081664752926308834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88_4WWC1_c0/RoWzK0HLueI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ovQBnDPycvg/s200/100_8051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it took me several shots to catch the banner on spotlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, okay, i exaggerated. i didn't really &lt;em&gt;waste &lt;/em&gt;50php, and it's not that i didn't get to be there during the event. it's just that me and my &lt;em&gt;annex-mates&lt;/em&gt; didn't get ourselves late-night permits so we had to return to &lt;em&gt;kalai&lt;/em&gt; before 9 in the evening. oh well. all we got to watch was the fashion show by engineering students, and a bit of an icebreaker by a up masscom org. it was fun. haha. and we did have fun taking pictures while waiting for the event to start at around 7. talk about vanity. and insanity. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081666638416951794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_88_4WWC1_c0/RoW04kHLufI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ANWTEZev-U4/s200/100_8049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pretty puffy faces. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yeah, we got to see a guy with six packs ramping on stage. *innocent look* and i was surprised to see a schoolmate from risci as one of the models. haha. okay, try to guess who this guy is. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081667647734266370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_88_4WWC1_c0/RoW1zUHLugI/AAAAAAAAAAc/J3xA5RUoDNA/s200/100_8057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;during their third (or i think) round of modelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, those were the highlights of the week, i guess. or maybe not. haha. i'm just to lazy to keep on typing. *lol* bear with me. &lt;em&gt;ja ne!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless! *peace*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-2271225069035056775?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/2271225069035056775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=2271225069035056775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/2271225069035056775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/2271225069035056775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-getting-hot-in-here.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_88_4WWC1_c0/RoWzK0HLueI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ovQBnDPycvg/s72-c/100_8051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-9150668207635634264</id><published>2007-06-22T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T22:52:44.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bonding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prof'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;second time around.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew. just another week of acads has gone by, and day after day i'm starting to lose my freshie-ness. haha. i was having my “&lt;em&gt;sana friday na&lt;/em&gt;” chants since wednesday, but &lt;strong&gt;in fairness&lt;/strong&gt;, i actually enjoyed the whole week. *cheers* hmm.. what to write about? okay then, anything goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have a class where everyone is supposed to speak in front, how many meetings do you think would it take for everyone to get to know each other? my &lt;strong&gt;comm 3&lt;/strong&gt; class actually proved that three meetings are enough. &lt;strong&gt;sir ken&lt;/strong&gt;, our prof, even tried guessing everybody’s name before the end of the third class. his perfect score supplied him with a round of applause. &lt;em&gt;astig&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's even more cool is that we had a new classmate, &lt;strong&gt;sun&lt;/strong&gt; (remind me to post his whole name later), who is an exchange student from &lt;strong&gt;korea&lt;/strong&gt;. i'm just lucky and quite proud to say that so far, i am the closest person to him in class. *smug look* haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had groupings, and my group adapted the method that i have inherited from my dearest alma mater: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;adlib&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. it was quite funny to find out that the other groups even practiced last wednesday, whilst in our group, the draft of the skit was disseminated through text. *lol* i’m the lucky “texter”, and am the only “guy” in our group. ehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny, the ceiling fan in our last comm 3 classroom was rotating, (you know that? the head &lt;em&gt;mismo ‘yung umiikot&lt;/em&gt;), but the blades themselves weren’t moving. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird, it’s just my second week and i'm starting to fall asleep in class. specifically, in &lt;strong&gt;philo 10&lt;/strong&gt;. imagine our delight when our prof didn’t show up last thursday. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and adding up to my “sleepy” mode was the fact that i’ve quite exhausted myself in &lt;strong&gt;p.e. - self-defense for women&lt;/strong&gt;. i was never of the physically fit kind, so imagine how my shoulders and chest ached after doing a minute of &lt;strong&gt;push-ups&lt;/strong&gt; and another of crunches. the rush from the math building and the gym (which are on two different ends of the campus) doesn’t really help to ease the pressure. argh. but last thursday's p.e. was fun. we measured our body’s circumferences (*lol*, go figure.), and my body’s gotten used to the work-out. &lt;em&gt;sana&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my classmates in &lt;strong&gt;geog 1&lt;/strong&gt; actually shouted “&lt;strong&gt;true!&lt;/strong&gt;” when i told them in our 2 + 1 game (the one where you tell two truths and one lie, or two lies and one truth about yourself, and have the class guess which is which) that my height is &lt;strong&gt;5’1”&lt;/strong&gt;. yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you’re a upd student and you’re planning to take &lt;strong&gt;ms 1/oceans and us&lt;/strong&gt; as a g.e. next sem, i would have recommended &lt;strong&gt;sir coke&lt;/strong&gt;, if only it isn’t his last sem right now. he's pretty funny, although he frequently says random things (note: these include homeworks) and he makes us do uncommon things like &lt;strong&gt;meditation dance&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;waves&lt;/strong&gt; while counting off in class. &lt;em&gt;pero&lt;/em&gt; kuya andrew said that he’s generous in giving grades, &lt;em&gt;basta maki-&lt;/em&gt;ride&lt;em&gt; ka lang sa &lt;/em&gt;activities&lt;em&gt; n’ya&lt;/em&gt;. the only thing that i don’t like in ms 1 so far are all the random homeworks. plus the &lt;strong&gt;huge&lt;/strong&gt; name plate that we are supposed to wear for two months in class. *sweatdrop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a upd freshie? then i bet you’ve encountered, or at least heard, the upperclassmen’s usual teaser: “&lt;em&gt;lagot ka, may &lt;/em&gt;math 17&lt;em&gt; ka.&lt;/em&gt;” i've always wondered, what is with &lt;strong&gt;math 17&lt;/strong&gt; anyway? if you don’t get the terror profs, you should be fine, right? ehem, &lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt;. i actually thought i'd make it  peacefully through this sem’s math 17, our prof being a quite new one and all, but boy was i so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our first surprise quiz &lt;em&gt;kanina&lt;/em&gt;. and hell, was it complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* forget math 17. during the weekend, at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, the week wouldn’t be complete without the bonding moments that i &lt;strong&gt;oh so love&lt;/strong&gt;. i bumped into some of the sixth batch members, who are in fact my batchmates in college; i ran into some people from higher batches as well, especially into &lt;em&gt;kuya&lt;/em&gt; andrew who’s been present at the &lt;em&gt;kalai&lt;/em&gt; steps during the past few days (&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday, kuya!&lt;/strong&gt;); and, i met up with some of my batchmates, including wel and jc with whom i hanged out last wednesday, and &lt;strong&gt;meng&lt;/strong&gt; who came home for vacation and had just arrived again in singapore today. &lt;strong&gt;i missed you so much, merryn!&lt;/strong&gt; *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;em&gt;pangangapitbahay&lt;/em&gt; in our corridor is getting more and more frequent. have i mentioned that i have an annex-mate whom i call &lt;em&gt;ka-&lt;/em&gt;twin? haha. it started when mei (a chinese annex-mate) said that we look alike, and then we started discovering common things between the two of us. she's very funny. we usually hang out in each others rooms (no, we're not roommates) during our free time. our sched's are similar &lt;em&gt;din, eh&lt;/em&gt;. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ayan&lt;/em&gt;, i signed in on YM and now my mind’s turned blank. guess that’s it for this entry. haha. i wonder if i can update on a weekly basis. hmm. *starts wondering*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, God bless! &lt;em&gt;ja ne!&lt;/em&gt; *peace*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-9150668207635634264?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/9150668207635634264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=9150668207635634264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/9150668207635634264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/9150668207635634264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2007/06/second-time-around.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-7207076247928947213</id><published>2007-06-17T06:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T07:22:47.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father&apos;s day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from nothing to everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;one. take up chinese-speaking classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;two. take up voice lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;three. visit several of my batchmates in their homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;four. visit at least three of the universities where my batchmates have gone to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;five. go on a vacation somewhere with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;six. etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny, i didn't even get to fulfill even one of all the things that i planned up for summer. and to think that i've had almost &lt;strong&gt;four months&lt;/strong&gt; packed up with nothing to do (except &lt;em&gt;work&lt;/em&gt;), i realize that i should have had even &lt;strong&gt;one &lt;/strong&gt;item in my list checked. *sigh* anyway, before i knew it, i'm stuck in the univesity of the philippines' kalayaan residence hall, with a bunch of freshies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so far, i've had two official schooldays. and am currently faced with a bunch of homework and readings this weekend. argh. i guess i'm just pressuring myself more than necessary. but heck, you can't blame me. i &lt;strong&gt;am &lt;/strong&gt;a freshie; i'm new to everything, or okay, to some things. and i'm still a tad nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank God for freebies&lt;/strong&gt;, at least there are things to look forward to in the campus. and of course, first official week wouldn't be complete without tons of new acquiantances: dorm floormates, all kinds of prof, blockmates, batchmates, collegemates, classmates, and even guys who just come up to you and introduce theirselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also love bumping into high school friends and batchmates while strutting along and between campus buildings. the stories are just endless. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may have sounded like i consider campus as too work-y, hate-able and &lt;em&gt;nakakatamad&lt;/em&gt; just a few lines ago, but read this: i &lt;strong&gt;am &lt;/strong&gt;enjoying college life so far. &lt;em&gt;iba kasi 'pag taga-peyups.&lt;/em&gt; *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only thing that we have in common is that we are all &lt;strong&gt;different&lt;/strong&gt;." - up jma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy father's day to all the dada's in the world!&lt;strong&gt; happy dad's day, dad.&lt;/strong&gt; though we are far apart, we at home share in this celebration with you. God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ja ne~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-7207076247928947213?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/7207076247928947213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=7207076247928947213' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/7207076247928947213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/7207076247928947213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2007/06/from-nothing-to-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-342947480252357836</id><published>2007-06-08T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T13:32:02.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;densha &lt;/em&gt;ride&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Alexa Redirect Train by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.carlocab.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Carl Ocab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rules:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put anything you like above this list - Chit Chat, talkies, introduce what this is. Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Start copying on the “~Start Copying Here~” and copy all the things listed without removing the links. (Of course, the train would be no use without those links.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move all the sites labeled “Newcomers” to the list labeled “Oldies.”&lt;br /&gt;Add 5 sites that you want to include in the train and make their link like this: then invite them to join the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit all the listed sites! (That’s not much work! Remember, if you plant good seeds they will also grow good) and look at your high Alexa ranking next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Newcomers:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://japanesemango.multiply.com/journal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://akari-fuyukori.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mayeeheartspooh.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mayee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aingheltrix.multiply.com/journal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Ghee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://sasha-says.com/joanne"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moussey Ju&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://caiabbass.i.ph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://karen.manilenya.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karen/Malaya?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://devilishqueen.i.ph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devilicious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://kaleid0.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://mayeeheartspooh.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mayee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://unpredictableme.blogdrive.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yangcat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://angpalaboy.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeffrey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://the-proving-grounds.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, i was tagged by &lt;a href="http://kaleid0.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;em&gt;ja ne! &lt;/em&gt;God bless. *peace*&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/35298931-342947480252357836?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/342947480252357836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=342947480252357836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/342947480252357836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/342947480252357836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2007/06/alexa-redirect-train-by-carl-ocab.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-2275241269329109531</id><published>2007-06-08T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:55:30.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why me is me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tagged! haha. there's a first to everything, eh? thanks to my besty &lt;a href="http://kaleid0.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the tag. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;RULES:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who get tagged need to write a blog post of their own with 6 weird things, as well as state the rules clearly. in the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. don’t forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their comments and tell them to read your blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, here goes mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one. &lt;/strong&gt;i can be &lt;strong&gt;very fond&lt;/strong&gt; of something today and lose &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; enthusiasm towards it the next day. take dota, school and work as examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two. &lt;/strong&gt;i always forget how to cook. every time i cook a certain viand, i ask my mom for the whole procedure over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three. &lt;/strong&gt;i can get &lt;strong&gt;overly&lt;/strong&gt; sentimental. i like writing notes to people, and my guy friends were even awed to find out that i save some of the YM conversations i've had with special people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;four. &lt;/strong&gt;i have a &lt;strong&gt;lot &lt;/strong&gt;of guy crushes. but part of my mind is set to me being a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;matandang dalaga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;five. &lt;/strong&gt;i have this feeling of wanting to be &lt;strong&gt;one of the guys&lt;/strong&gt;. i like hanging out with males, and playing dota with my brother. my bro even calls me guy names, and he &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; kicks me when he's pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;six. &lt;/strong&gt;i talk to our pet dog, peanut. in &lt;strong&gt;japanese&lt;/strong&gt;. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;wee! i tag &lt;a href="http://japanesemango.multiply.com/journal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://akari-fuyukori.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cloudcuck0oland.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chummy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mayeeheartspooh.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mayee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://aingheltrix.multiply.com/journal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sophia-balod.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sops&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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/35298931-2275241269329109531?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/2275241269329109531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=2275241269329109531' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/2275241269329109531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/2275241269329109531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-me-is-me.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-3532673839496913748</id><published>2007-05-25T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T21:30:01.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priorities'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what with all the randomness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ang gulo ’no, ‘pag sinabihan ka ng isang tao na gusto ka n’ya, pero hindi naman pwedeng maging kayo kasi may &lt;/em&gt;first priority&lt;em&gt; na s’ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..or kasi may ka-relasyon na s’ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syempre, masaya din namang malaman na may pagtingin s’ya sa’yo, pero minsan naiisip ko na ansakit din pala, na mas okay pa yata na hindi nalang n’ya ipinaalam na gusto ka n’ya, kung hindi din naman ikaw ang pipiliin n’ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang lagi nalang &lt;/em&gt;second priority&lt;em&gt; ‘no? pero hindi din naman n’ya kasalanan kung nahulog s’ya sa’yo, kaya ‘di din natin s’ya masisisi. at siguro ayaw lang din n’ya na maglihim sa’yo, kaya n’ya inamin na gusto ka n’ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..tingin mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘di ko din talaga ma-&lt;/em&gt;get&lt;em&gt;s.. nakaka-&lt;/em&gt;flatter&lt;em&gt; nga ba o nakakalungkot? na kahit na may mahal na s’yang iba, nalaman mong gusto ka din pala n’ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haii.. ang gulo n’yo talagang mga babae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gago, nandadamay ka pa eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you’re looking for a post &lt;em&gt;na may&lt;/em&gt; sense to read, then you’ve come to the wrong place. i'm really not in the “posting a decent entry” mode right now. &lt;em&gt;gomen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’ve spent days working at home and at our store. some people may think it’s a shame &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;first time&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;ko lang &lt;strong&gt;magplantsa&lt;/strong&gt; ng damit&lt;/em&gt;, but i actually think it’s a big achievement for a very lazy person like me. and believe me, i actually got used to the household chores plus “store chores” like inventorying, pricing, packing and organizing, that being &lt;strong&gt;unli&lt;/strong&gt; is like the greatest &lt;em&gt;sagabal&lt;/em&gt; in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me, am i making any sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. oh well. i guess i’m not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda switched to &lt;em&gt;taglish&lt;/em&gt; mode &lt;em&gt;‘no&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;em&gt;bahala na&lt;/em&gt;, this &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; a random post anyway. belated &lt;strong&gt;happy 19th birthday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;na lang&lt;/em&gt; to my cousin &lt;strong&gt;pia&lt;/strong&gt;! super miss &lt;em&gt;na kita&lt;/em&gt;! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ja ne&lt;/em&gt;, guys. btw, i really &lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt; in a good mood, &lt;em&gt;baka ‘di lang halata&lt;/em&gt;. God bless! wee~! &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/35298931-3532673839496913748?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/3532673839496913748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=3532673839496913748' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/3532673839496913748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/3532673839496913748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-with-all-randomness.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-57902370020957928</id><published>2007-05-15T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T23:21:20.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the reason why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she lost her parents before she even set foot in high school. being the second to the last child of twelve early-orphaned children, her life was nowhere near carefree nor extravagant. she attended to her own needs – washing her only set of uniform every night to provide herself clothes for the next day, ironing her own clothes with her then petite body, cooking meals, traveling to and from school, and a lot more. she’s endured a life that others could mark as one they’d rather not have, and i can’t say that she didn’t experience occasional tears. but despite the challenges that crashed into her at such an early stage in her life, she remained tough and was mature enough to pull herself through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's been at the top of her class all the way until high school. she graduated from the university of the philippines. she married the only man with whom she’s been in a relationship, and had four children who grew up under her veil of love and guidance. she never ceased to take care of her family with her motherly acts and strenuous efforts, but what’s best about her is the perseverance and toughness that were evident from her during yet another round of difficult years of her life: when she was diagnosed with a dreaded disease. though easily drained of most of her energy and easily bothered by fatigue due to her sickness, she continued her hard work and determinedly continued to play her role as a wife and a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really.. i’ve become a hard-headed and head-aching child to have, and though she has reminded me about that at times, she never gave up on me. because my mom has faced a lot more difficult things in her life, and i know that even if i would ask her to stop caring for me, she never &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; would. my mom will always be my mom, and she’d live up to that, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to my mom, belated happy mothers’ day.&lt;/strong&gt; you are one of the big reasons why i am who i am now. it may not show, but i do love you so much. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we prepared banners, fruit salad and chocolate pancake slash cake for mother’s day, and me and my sister gave mom a pretty set of candles and a creatively made card. plus, we prepared a dance number for her. seeing her all teary-eyed with bliss was worth the preparations. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended up going to sm mega during the afternoon. i didn’t know that moms’ day was such a special occasion until then. my mom received two red ribbon cakes and three roses. i just wish my dad was there to experience the joy. hmm.. maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;belated happy mothers’ day to all the moms out there.&lt;/strong&gt; hope you had a blast last sunday too. God bless! *peace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mother is a silent partner in whatever we want to achieve,&lt;br /&gt;whatever we want to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above all, she is someone who loves without end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- card namin for mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: uploaded pics to the previous entry. come on, you &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; you want to look at 'em. *lol*&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/35298931-57902370020957928?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/57902370020957928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=57902370020957928' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/57902370020957928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/57902370020957928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2007/05/reason-why.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-5394540719830634538</id><published>2007-05-13T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T23:35:27.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiderman 3'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;getting over...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;what is loneliness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's when you’re looking for comfort…&lt;br /&gt;…and you hold your own hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ate shiella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been lonely. lonely for reasons that even i didn’t know. i wake up in the morning with a feeling that it would just be another day with nothing to look forward to. the next thing i know, the day’s over. and i did nothing the whole day but slouch in front of the pc playing &lt;strong&gt;dota&lt;/strong&gt; or watching &lt;strong&gt;anime&lt;/strong&gt;, or laze on the bed pretending to watch tv or waiting for my mom to talk to me. she &lt;strong&gt;does&lt;/strong&gt; talk a lot anyway. then i wonder: do people &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; feel this way at one point or another in their lives? like they’re knowingly wasting every day of their existence, yet they continue to do nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* whatever. i guess it’s just the summer vibe making me a lazy brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after being idle for almost a month, this post is bound to be lengthy. *lol* but okay, to save you from another of my nobela’s, i'll &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;try&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and keep everything short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;firstly, april breezed by:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;21&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; attended &lt;strong&gt;prinsesa&lt;/strong&gt;’s 18th birthday party at shakey’s, tikling. arrived there more then two hours late. boo for tardiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;27&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; celebrated the &lt;strong&gt;feast of the saints&lt;/strong&gt; with my mom and her patron, &lt;strong&gt;saint peregrine&lt;/strong&gt;. attended the novena only once this week because i was always too sleepy to get up and prepare for the 6 am mass. we stayed under the shade of the acacia tree from morning until the parade of the saints at 4 pm. by afternoon i was red, and by the end of the day i was dark. talk about sunbathing. *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/100_6958-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;saint peregrine with my mom and her batchmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kat&lt;/strong&gt; went by and we made the script for nikko’s debut with the help of &lt;strong&gt;jo&lt;/strong&gt;. she went home past midnight but the script wasn’t done yet so she and &lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt; came over again the next day. whew, all the preparations hassled me. at least i got the chance to bond with kat. aw kat.. i miss you to bits. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/100_6979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;vanity session with kat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;28&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; success! &lt;strong&gt;nikko’s 18th birthday party&lt;/strong&gt; was kept secret from her until she arrived at the resort. i spent the night taking pictures, swimming, and fishing updates from x and updating him about me as well. hey x, i really really missed you! *hugs* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/100_7015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/100_7021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/100_7040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/100_7044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;here comes may:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; it’s spidey day! i don’t know what came over me, but the next thing i knew i was riding an fx to starmall to watch the airing of &lt;strong&gt;spiderman 3&lt;/strong&gt; at sm megamall. funny because my mom almost changed her mind about permitting me to go because she caught me on the telephone at 3 am the previous &lt;em&gt;daling-araw&lt;/em&gt;. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip was worth it! i had the greatest bonding time with &lt;strong&gt;bea&lt;/strong&gt; (although our &lt;em&gt;chismakan&lt;/em&gt; time was &lt;em&gt;bitin&lt;/em&gt;), and enjoyed laughing and joking around with &lt;strong&gt;collage&lt;/strong&gt; (a group of boys in my high school batch, whom i wouldn’t dare describe here in fear of being bashed. haha. *peace*). me and bea had our &lt;strong&gt;neoprints&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;time zone&lt;/strong&gt;, and we were pretty lucky because the front camera of the machine was wretched so we had the chance to take our pictures thrice, for the price of one. *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were mistakes with the movie tickets so our supposedly 2pm viewing was moved to 4. we had our lunch and dull moments at the food court in the afternoon, and had our free taste of the all new &lt;strong&gt;moby drink&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;pics with the richie and moby mascots&lt;/strong&gt; (too bad i didn’t bring my camera). we finally got to see the &lt;strong&gt;so cool&lt;/strong&gt; spiderman movie. *cheers* my head was spinning as i watched the fighting scenes due to my lack of sleep, but i totally enjoyed the movie. by the end of the film, the boys were teasing me about being &lt;strong&gt;mj&lt;/strong&gt;, who’s caught in a love triangle with peter parker and harry osborn. really, collage craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to buy a cute piece from the sale (i &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; sales!), and had cotton candy for dinner. whew. i was tired and penniless when i got home, but i felt like the whole trip was worth it. i had the chance to actually bond with the guys whom i only usually talked to through text. plus, it was like the first time i went out again without anyone to treat me, and i felt &lt;strong&gt;truly satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;. i’ve always been a very dependent girl, and it maybe the time for me to start learning to take care of myself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been immensely bored after having to stay home for so long, but now that june is just around the corner, i think i'm starting to dread going to school again. ooh, how ironic. and now enrollment week’s starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i already had myself enlisted in some of my subjects online. thanks to &lt;strong&gt;kat&lt;/strong&gt; for the big big help! i hope not to feel lost or something on thursday's registration. *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* think about tomorrow tomorrow. right now what i'm thinking about is one &lt;strong&gt;weird&lt;/strong&gt; conversation that i had recently. or maybe not quite weird, just unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and i am &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; thinking about the latest ugly issue. too effort-&lt;em&gt;ous&lt;/em&gt;. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting over the loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;getting over too much dependence,&lt;br /&gt;getting over the drama,&lt;br /&gt;getting over &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; stupidity,&lt;br /&gt;getting over being a total girly girl,&lt;br /&gt;getting over the confusion,&lt;br /&gt;getting over my unli days&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;oh no&lt;/strong&gt;, getting over vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess i'll get over with this entry too. &lt;em&gt;ja ne&lt;/em&gt;! God bless. *peace*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-5394540719830634538?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/5394540719830634538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=5394540719830634538' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/5394540719830634538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/5394540719830634538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2007/05/getting-over.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-4816043903706956873</id><published>2007-04-13T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T19:30:19.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jelly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commitment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rea'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quoting quotes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blindfolded and walking alone,&lt;br /&gt;that's how most of us feel.&lt;br /&gt;In a lifetime full of major risks and decisions,&lt;br /&gt;it might seem safer to remain stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;But isn’t it more fulfilling if despite the fear&lt;br /&gt;of falling from a cliff and bruised knees,&lt;br /&gt;steps were taken?&lt;br /&gt;In the end,&lt;br /&gt;losing and mistakes won’t count.&lt;br /&gt;What will matter most is the person we turned out to be –&lt;br /&gt;not naïve,&lt;br /&gt;but wise and beautifully molded by experiences.&lt;br /&gt;- jelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On moving on:&lt;br /&gt;If a person doesn’t love you anymore,&lt;br /&gt;then there is no more reason for you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;The only way to stop hurting is to stop wanting and&lt;br /&gt;the only way to stop wanting is to start accepting that the person&lt;br /&gt;is probably not the same person you used to know.&lt;br /&gt;Then and only then can you move on&lt;br /&gt;to find the happiness that becomes truly rewarding&lt;br /&gt;when shared with the person who loves us just the same&lt;br /&gt;or probably even more.&lt;br /&gt;- chum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweet truth:&lt;br /&gt;When God knows you’re ready&lt;br /&gt;for the responsibility of commitment,&lt;br /&gt;He’ll reveal the right person&lt;br /&gt;under the right circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;- rea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grow old and suddenly&lt;br /&gt;we want to hurry things.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t commit when you’re not ready.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t keep others waiting endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;To fulfill your parenting fantasies, get a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t bring another life into this world&lt;br /&gt;for all the wrong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;To keep yourself warm, buy a jacket.&lt;br /&gt;In the long run, it will be less complicated and less costly.&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wait for someone to take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;No one completes you – except you.&lt;br /&gt;- chum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it’s not love.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you’ve just become so attached&lt;br /&gt;that you’ve developed a need for that person.&lt;br /&gt;Just a need. Not love.&lt;br /&gt;But you’re too scared to admit it, even to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Because you know that if you do,&lt;br /&gt;you might lose the only person&lt;br /&gt;who actually gives a damn about your life.&lt;br /&gt;- deah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;magbabakasyon na si jen!&lt;/em&gt; *cheers* hopefully we'd be able to live up to our plan for vacation: to take a walk every morning, exercise and play badminton. yey! *lol* congrats for making it to &lt;strong&gt;tenth honorable mention&lt;/strong&gt;, baby! *applaudes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. pray for the powerpoint presentation that i made as a grad gift to my twin siblings. *chants: &lt;em&gt;gumana ka, gumana ka...&lt;/em&gt; lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how easily a person can actually forget you. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend's plan: to attend my baby sis' graduation. &lt;strong&gt;congrats to the graduates of RISCI batch 6!&lt;/strong&gt; ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mustered up every tidbit of courage in me to make that phonecall. thanks for making it worthwhile. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lol* this turned out to be a very chopped entry. *belat* anyway, God bless! ja~ ne! *peace*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-4816043903706956873?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/4816043903706956873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=4816043903706956873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/4816043903706956873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/4816043903706956873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2007/04/quoting-quotes.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-1603306679685644160</id><published>2007-04-11T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T18:24:09.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tgang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='egg hunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it’s not about not loving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been in a dreamlike situation, wherein everything’s just so wonderful that you wish you’d never wake up? that's how it was when i was in japan. the country was beautiful, the people were great, the culture was remarkable… i can say that japan is indeed a country worth visiting. i swear, i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when this &lt;em&gt;tita&lt;/em&gt; from church started teaching me how i could go back to japan immediately after i go back to the philippines, suddenly my feelings changed. yes, i love japan and it would be lovely if i would live there, but i do have a life to return to in the philippines. going back to japan immediately on my own accord at this point in time is something that i think i wouldn’t want to do. it's not that i suddenly don’t love japan anymore. it's just that the country has a lot of things to offer, but i'm just too young to embrace all of those in the present. if my future lies in japan, then let it be there until i get to the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… just like in love. it's not like i don’t love him anymore; it’s just that i realized that maybe i'm not yet ready for his love nor the commitment for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our easter egg hunt at home last easter sunday. unlike the previous egg hunts that we had had, this year’s event required hunting of printed eggs, or bunnies or hatching chicks or baskets or whatever. each picture was supposed to be equivalent to a certain amount of prize, say a hatching chick is equal to twenty pesos, but in the end all the prize attachments were removed. instead, we received a lecture about the real essence of easter, and were promised equal prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* just because me and john fought over a basket of eggs. *sweatdrop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congratulations to &lt;strong&gt;tgang&lt;/strong&gt; for the &lt;strong&gt;successful surprise birthday party for enric&lt;/strong&gt;! yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besty, thanks for the call. &lt;em&gt;otei na ba lalamunan mo?&lt;/em&gt; *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless! *peace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-1603306679685644160?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-1506677679593784690</id><published>2007-04-04T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T18:21:31.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senti'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody hates school. or at least they say so. and during my years in high school, i've become a prominent part of "everybody". &lt;strong&gt;no to exams, no to classes, no to homeworks.&lt;/strong&gt; as one of the often excused students, i completely lost my enthusiasm towards school. it's a shame to admit it, but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i went away, to a land where i sit behind my desk and gape at the incomprehensible writings on the board like a child just learning his ABC's. i sit up awake the nights before exams, and amidst the headache and a few teardrops, i promise to myself that i will never take my lessons for granted again. especially when it's in a language that i can readily comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm back to the land where i can understand even meaningless words like &lt;em&gt;chorva&lt;/em&gt;, i am determined to face the challenge of being a student yet again. no more slacking off and pushing tasks over the deadline. that one year of tackling with &lt;em&gt;kanji&lt;/em&gt;'s, &lt;em&gt;hiragana&lt;/em&gt;'s and &lt;em&gt;katakana&lt;/em&gt;'s really made me appreciate school, as long as it's in english or filipino. *lol* i haven't started school yet, but i'm overly excited to enter university, though i am aware of the horror that lies within it. if you're 17 and you're sitting in your home while all your friends are attending school, you'll realize that school, ironically, will make you most happy at the moment. especially because your friends are there. hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friends so badly. for two months, i barely had any other world aside from my own. i felt so left out, despite being able to communicate with some of my batchmates through text. i knew no stories, no new gossips, and my days are bare when i don't receive a single message from anyone. i wanted to get back into the world where everyone is, but i figured i couldn't yet, at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a batch 5 member, i attended my high school's batch 1-5 reunion last april 2-3, and ended up staying there overnight. i wasn't really able to share much stories with everyone outside my circle of girl bestfriends, but after the reunion ended, my world has expanded rather drastically slash dramatically, so much that i can't seem to cope up with it for now. all the stories, the confessions, the text messages, the phone calls... they're driving me crazy. but i wanted this, right? i wanted to be able to connect with everyone again, and i did it. i've dived into the world where everybody else is. but it seems like it's just too big for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my besty, hold on. i know i could and should do much more for you now, but i'm sorry because what i shared is all that i can give for now. thanks for carrying part of my load for me, too. we'll get over this all right, and together. we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chummy, i hope you're fine too. i've been worrying about you since you opened up, even after hearing your voice over the phone. i hate seeing you sad. just call me when you need someone to talk to, or just someone to cry with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i don't think love is measured with "right or wrong", so stop worrying. even if everyone bashes you, just keep in mind that someone understands your true reasons. i'm just here. just take time and you'll find answers to your questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bhi, thanks. for some time i completely forgot that i was problematic, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, i'm evil, and i admit it. haven't you reminded me enough yet? because you just won't seem to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad, take care. i hope to have no regrets after i failed to tell you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhil, al, and john, belated happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless me. and hopefully bring me back to my world, where there is no one else but me, and my blissfully boring life alone. or if that just can't be, just help me get through this world, where i can no longer hide from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hell with the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-1506677679593784690?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/1506677679593784690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=1506677679593784690' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/1506677679593784690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/1506677679593784690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-world-everybody-hates-school.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-6201223636004327565</id><published>2007-03-08T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T12:25:01.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hit me. one more time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm losing my mind. right now, i'm longing to be in school. i think to myself, how the hell did i manage to say i &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; school back during my high school years? well, it just proves that i'm a human being after all. one without contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go on, hit me til i'm satisfied with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it was john's prom last week's thursday. i took a pic of him while he grumbled on why he needed a picture. anyway, i'm his &lt;em&gt;ate&lt;/em&gt;. i should as well be the proud of him wearing that long-sleeved polo, and gushing over him. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/070303%20for%20blog/100_5724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he hit me. with his glare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's one thing i hated ever since i came back: the adjustment period. i can readily cope with it, but my face can't seem to. right now, my face is a haven of zits. rar. i just hope it gets used to the food and climate again. &lt;strong&gt;asap.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will my pimples get worse if i hit them? maybe i could give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what in the world am i writing about? i guess there are times when my overturned mind takes its toll on me. like now. like always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go on, hit me til i'm sane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'll get moving. hit it with lunch. toinks. God bless. *peace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: uploaded the pics for the previous entry. now that's an improvement. *lol*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-6201223636004327565?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/6201223636004327565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=6201223636004327565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/6201223636004327565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/6201223636004327565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2007/03/hit-me.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/070303%20for%20blog/th_100_5724.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-8754003407970606350</id><published>2007-02-28T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:27:20.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;back to being a filipina.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know. i've been back for more than three weeks now but i still haven't managed to update my blog. except now. nyahaha. *audience cheers* okay, okay! first and foremost, let me welcome you to my blog with its all new skin! *starts singing the twinkle, twinkle little star song* thank you, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three weeks, huh? beats me. i wasn't aware until now that i've been home for almost a month already. *boinks* try spending your everyday life doing nothing at home, and you'll feel this loss of sense of time too. *sighs* anyway, I managed to make a few escapades out of this gigantic boring state, and let me give you a preview of 'em all! (as you might have guessed, I have nothing else better to do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2007 02 04, sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye to the freezing japan (where in the end I was able to live my life wearing short pants), and hello to the burning Philippines (aww.. and they said it was cold here.)! miraculously, i didn't shed a single tear when I said sayounara to my exchange student friends from other countries. i even had fun during the one night stay at the hotel on saturday night. what i loved most was the get-together with the other three filipinas who went with me to japan: the ever jolly, petite and white cebuana, rose; the prettiest of us four who has the same knack as me for telling love stories, hon; and the uper rich songbird of the group, andie. you can just imagine how the four of us chatted along the way home. endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/070303%20for%20blog/100_5245-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/070303%20for%20blog/100_5254-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the airport, we spent ten years waiting for our luggage to come out. a tip to the readers: if you plan on going abroad, you don't really need to check-in early. or else you'll have to wait for years for your baggage to come out from the very pit of the plane. *sweatdrops* stupid me even lost my baggage claim stab or something, causing more delay. *bonks self* at last, we were finally home! i remember the other girls' parents looking at me incredulously and saying i've transformed into a haponesa. on the outside, maybe. but never on the inside. pinay na pinay pa din po ako. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/070303%20for%20blog/welcomeback.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ranted on about everything inside genesis (my family's yet unpaid van), and had my bro john fix my necklace which snapped in my hurry to change clothes. we headed on to SM, where we heard mass, had our annual family picture taken, and did a little tour. natsukashii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/070303%20for%20blog/100_5772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during our stop at comic alley, one of my fave stores, there was this sales kuya who kept bothering me and asking me to hold this and hold that for him. like, huh? in the end he told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate, I like your style. ano ka ba, model ka ba ng ano or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, ang gulo ng tanong niya. but I was really flattered and said "thank you", and I laughed. a model at 148cm? it just can't be. really. but thanks kuya. you made me feel good about myself. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. what else? my baby sis jen now has a phone with a camera (daig ang ate aba!), and she had fun taking pictures of me. *grins* so I decided to pull john for a pictorial (kunwari) at the national bookstore. he glares at me whenever I remind him of how he wasn't able to put a decent serious face at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/070303%20for%20blog/parangmodellang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2007 02 05, monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was glad because finally, I was able to meet some of my batch mates. i offered to give kat a lift to UP, although i regret not being able to prepare earlier, hence she arrived and saw me with a bath towel on my head, and my room in a total mess. *sheepish grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from nine in the morning up to around three in the afternoon, i was stuck in the AFS office (at the ISSI building) with the other three filipinas who went to Japan, our parents, and the AFS staff. we did the report-writing ceremonies, and had our post-arrival orientation. we enjoyed sharing stories of what we encountered within the one year trip to japan, and we were given ideas on what we will face now that we're back home. it had been a very fruitful day. and the food was good, too. nyahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the orientation, the three girls went to mall of asia for a bonding moment, but I wasn't able to go because i still had some business in UP with my dadz. after attending to said business, we still had plenty of time before we met up with my momz (naghatid kami sa airport during the night), so i had the chance to stay at the sunken garden and meet some of my batchmates. yatta! I remember shouting at bar and having been mistaken as her gradeschool friend; running to my dadz to ask if I could go to the sunken garden with bar, deah and rej; meeting mels as i searched for the three who suddenly disappeared; being on standby at the sunken garden and meeting some of the people who still haven't gone to manong's birthday; giving atan and mars a ride to katipunan; and being told that i gained some fats. toinks. it was fun although we didn't really do anything but chat and take a few pics. i just wished i saw bea, chummy and x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/070303%20for%20blog/100_5261.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/070303%20for%20blog/100_5264.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/070303%20for%20blog/100_5265.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/070303%20for%20blog/100_5266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night, i cried for the first time ever since i came back. just because i made a stupid mistake with my best friend's cell phone number. besty, uper sorry talaga nun ha. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2007 02 07, wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my haircut, and had my hair transformed from a broom to.. well, hair. *sweatdrops*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2007 02 08, thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up, at napagkamalan ko si juno na siya si atan. *bonks self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2007 02 10, saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was eager the whole morning; finally, i'd be able to see my besty bea again! especially after the incident last febby five. she came with her bro aj at around two in the afternoon, and we spent eternity chatting and exercising our vanity. *lol* i gave her my pasalubong (for more details, see her blog), and we went out to eat isaw. (don't tell my mom, because I told her we ate banana cue *peace*). we bumped into enric at the park, looked at pics that he brought, and went back to my house, where aj beat bea at a wrestling PS2 game. *sweatdrops* before they walked on home, enric gave me a portrait of myself, which he drew (minus the broom hair and eye infection). sukkuri! *beams* enric, thanks ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/070303%20for%20blog/100_5763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2007 02 12, monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to UP once again, this time for a dinner at six in the afternoon. my parents dropped me at the venue, and i hanged out with mahonri during the majority of the evening. she's just like bea: the ultimate photographer. she always had her camera with her, and took shots every now and then. wow. me? i don't really take much pictures, especially when i'm not included in the shot. talk about selfish. *sweatdrops*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we listened to reports by the elders, voted for the returnees board, took pictures, met other returnees and potential exchange students, and of course, ate dinner. andie had to go home early, and rose wasn't there because she's already in cebu, but the night was fun. we shared stories to the three youngsters who will be going to japan this march: the uper kulet and eager jj; the mahinhin and shy-type (mala ako last year) malyn; and the guy with whom I may have talked to most, denib. he's going to nagano, and before i came back some of the AFS elders in japan have told me about him. wow, i'm already looking forward to chatting with him once he's back home next year. *beams* to the three of you, good luck and God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also met sofia, an exchange student from belgium who is presently enjoying her stay here in the philippines. she even knew a sentence which contains very deep filipino that i didn't get its meaning! wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was also the other batches who went to japan, including ate lani from batch one (second wave, after AFS was down for 22 years). she's a graduating student of psychology in UP diliman, and also a member of psychsoc. i asked her about bea, she asked me about juno. toinks. she's so pretty! *hearts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and there came don michael, who went to the YES program (for america) last year. he's about a year older then me, but since he's been delayed for a year after his trip abroad, he ended up in the same batch as mahonri in makati sci last year. now, he's in ateneo. he's makulet and friendly, with a confidence level na hindi ko ata keri. *lol* believe me.. he went into the office, set the pc, and invited us to watch advent children, and he even answered the phone when it rang! he must be a really active AFSer already. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/070303%20for%20blog/100_5552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/070303%20for%20blog/100_5543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/070303%20for%20blog/100_5555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around ten, we finally called it a day. there was supposed to be an event at the japanese embassy the next day, but i wasn't able to go. hon called me in the afternoon and updated me.. in japanese. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2007 02 13, tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was writing thank-you cards to the AFS staff and elder people who helped me in japan, and i decided to make a valentine's card for my momz. i told our house helper to shout darna if ever my momz was coming so I could hide the v-card. wow.. can you believe she did it? my stomach was aching after! *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2007 02 14, wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was valentine's day! i gave my mom the v-card after i woke up in the morning. and i spent the whole day at home or at our store. my mom turned out to be testing someone, but he failed. nevermind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, we bought some snacks at 7 11 and went to the dike, and then suddenly decided to check out the lights expo from korea near the mall of asia. after the drive, we could finally see the gigantic lights within the walls of the expo! and we realized that there were entrance fees. and nobody brought money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2007 02 15, thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was another day of date with my besty; she agreed to accompany me during my visit to risci. i arrived ahead of time, and kuya arnel, the owner of the store in front of the school, gave me free kwek-kwek and softdrinks. i enjoy chatting with him for updates and the like, and he told me that he was happy because all the students from higher batches who come to visit the school always went to his store first. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;present senior students lea, jam and len saw me at kuya arnel's, and called me over to the school. i hanged out with mean and felt embarrassed when chiki went around my feet admiring my.. err, shoes? *sweatdrops* later on when prom practice was about to start, I went to the faculty room, and my former adviser madam faeldog listened to my stories. she's just like my mom. *smiles* the other teachers who saw me commented on my m&amp;m-colored fingernails, my face that expanded, my figure (huh?) and my face, which they claimed to have become beautiful for some reason. ahihi. salamats po! *sheepish grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after leaving the faculty room, we went on around the school, greeting and taking pics with former schoolmates. juno came with bea and gave me a bouquet of flowers, and I gave him the pasalubong that I bought for him last december. we stood by the physics lab, and i.. did what i've decided to do. suki da kedo.. gomen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis went on ahead to the jeepney stop without telling me, but eventually we found her because no jeep had arrived yet at that time. juno treated us to bread and softdrinks. i accidentally stepped on his injured toe. gomen ne. *teary-eyed* at tanay, he treated us to kitkat (yatta!) and walked us home. salamats ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/070303%20for%20blog/100_5604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/070303%20for%20blog/100_5610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2007 02 17, saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another date with bhe. na naman? *lol* she asked me if i wanted to play badminton, and arrived with aj in the afternoon. we then took a tricycle to the dike, and there i found out that she had prepared a welcome home performance with enric, they being the representatives of the t-gang (the tanay gang, composed of eight people: bea, enric, kat, mica/chummy, meng, mels, nikko and me). they sang the same song that kat sang the night before my flight to japan last year: our graduation song, one song by christian bautista whose title i shamefully forgot. *boinks self* they even had a tarpaulin with our pictures.. aww. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks also to those two, for another gift..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had snacks after that, and then went on to the park where we really played badminton. when it turned dark already, we walked to my house where everyone went to the toilet, and ended the day. t'was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/070303%20for%20blog/000_0725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents had been out the whole day, because they accompanied john to mapua for his entrance examination. congrats for passing, bro! *applaudes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2007 02 18, sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to an ukay with jen after the 5 pm mass. and she found a skirt for me for 60 pesos. yatta! i treated her to a blouse, and she also bought pedals for herself. ukay's are fun, and cheap! *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2007 02 19, monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what it should have been..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2007 02 21, wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to church at night with my parents to hear mass. it was ash wednesday. i was surprised when I bumped into isko, my childhood guy friend from whom i got separated because I went to risci for high school. he was carrying a child = his cousin. i was just teasing him when i asked him "anak mo?" *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the afternoon, i went to a comshop to download pictures from my mail inbox (the internet connection at home isn't too fast). this has been one of my activities lately. while at the comshop, this guy had been texting me. he's been telling me flattering things that I really didn't want to hear. *sigh* gomen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2007 02 23, friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey, another one of my escapades! after several days, i was able to leave the piggy life of staying in bed all afternoon, watching tv, trying to sleep, etc. pano, feeling prom din. this day was my baby sister's prom day, or okay, prom night. and I tagged along. ahihi. *sheepish grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jen said she wanted to look like one of the disney princesses, and she did appear like one. she was closest to her favorite, belle, the beauty in beauty and the beast. The only difference was that her gown color was green/blue, whilst belle's is yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/070303%20for%20blog/100_5624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, I donned a patched up maong dress which belonged to my ate joanne, but which she haven't worn even once. plus my only pair of doll shoes. or at least I believed them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my batchmates weren't there when i arrived at risci, my highschool; they went to jollibee for their dinner, and bea offered to buy me food. i had shots with may and debi, present junior students, and after a while bea's group arrived, and my parents left me be. it was the first time i met the long-haired kenneth, and the second time for mels and boji, since i came back home, that is. later on, we met the gay gang plus kate, mars, and then juno. we watched the ever-long kutilyon and looked at the various gowns of the students, until one by one, my batchmates went home. i remember running with mels around the school just to take a shot of jen with her partner, paul. he's a junior, but he's taller then her. sakin ata nagmana ng height si jen eh. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/070303%20for%20blog/100_5636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/070303%20for%20blog/100_5639.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/070303%20for%20blog/100_5690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed until the prom ended, being pulled by joan (another of our junior buddies) to the dance floor, and taking shots of my sis being danced by her guy friends (and boylets. *grins*). flatteringly, i had my share of "shall we dance?" 's as well. to those kind-enough lads and men, thank you for making me feel like it's my prom night again. *beams* minus the gown and my batch mates though. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went there for two reasons: to watch jen and take pictures of her like she told me to do, and to patch up things with a certain someone. i accomplished my first mission well, but I flunked with the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why, oh why, did I have to be at a loss of words when finally, we were standing face to face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2007 02 28 , wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today? okay, i'll try to give you a "detailed" account of what occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was awaken when i heard dadz shouting at john in the next room because his room's light was on. he then called me and told me to get up already and look after our store because he and momz was going to ate jho, who was brought to the hospital. i immediately got up, not to look after our store, but to make a paper lily and write a note to my sick sister. i finished just in time for my parents' departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate breakfast, took a bath, and did a girl's complete vain ceremony, plus a little lazy-ing and watching tv. i went to the store at 10. at 12, i was called to lunch. i got mad at john because I found out that he had eaten my double butch bread from goldilocks. he said that my momz told him he's free to eat it.. rar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back to our store and finally decided to start working on the essay that i need to submit to AFS, regarding my AFS experience in japan. i finished it just minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents were back earlier than i expected. ate jho was with them. i ate lots of breadsticks with her, and later on hugged her while she slept. i watched princess charming and full house at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to go out again and type some more of my essay in our store, and then momz told me to go inside and eat the sopas that she prepared for my ate. i did so while watching flame of recca, and then after eating sopas i got vain and started taking pics of my ugly face with ate jho's phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back to our store again, finished my AFS essay, and typed this very long entry. if you read everything up to this point, i thank you deeply. nothing could amount to the gratitude i am feeling right now, so don't bother asking for cash or pasalubong. boinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaa, finished with this entry at last! God bless! *peace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-8754003407970606350?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/8754003407970606350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=8754003407970606350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/8754003407970606350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/8754003407970606350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-to-being-filipina.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/070303%20for%20blog/th_100_5245-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-117008524662738896</id><published>2007-01-29T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T12:01:45.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when you just feel like it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;i watched &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meitantei conan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (detective conan, or case closed. whatever) today. it airs in japan at 7:30 every monday. it was just too bad that the case wasn't solved yet in today's episode. and i wouldn't be able to watch the continuation because i'd be back home on sunday. *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, what i really wanted to note was that ran (the main female character) was wearing the exact top that i was wearning today: a black long-sleeved turtle neck thingy. *laughs out loud* the sleeves of her top even went up to the same extent up to which my sleeves went. wee~! *bonks self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. what else? oh, i got to be in a voice conference with my&lt;em&gt; doujin&lt;/em&gt; friends, although i didn't get almost majority of what was happening because their voices don't come out of my speaker. *throws speaker into the ocean*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i got to chat with one special person whom i adore. *hearts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, suddenly got sleepy. i haven't been updating my recent posts. sorry. *hits self* &lt;em&gt;ja ne&lt;/em&gt;! God bless! *peace*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&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/35298931-117008524662738896?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/117008524662738896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=117008524662738896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/117008524662738896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/117008524662738896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-you-just-feel-like-it.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-116824788188078619</id><published>2007-01-08T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T12:08:08.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;white and black. black and white.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there are so many things behind this title, but i'll just be babbling about three: the white, the black, and the black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;it snowed yesterday. hard. it was the most snow i've seen since i came here, so what do you expect? i grabbed a coat and wore it over my shorts and shirt, and donned a white knitted cap. it was the chance of a lifetime! my host dad lent me his extra big boots (which sunk deep under the snow), and &lt;em&gt;click!&lt;/em&gt; there went my once in a lifetime pictorial under the dancing snowflakes. *hearts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/snow-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a guess at what this second picture is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/snow2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i didn't come from a rich family, although my host family always told me i look like an &lt;em&gt;ojousan&lt;/em&gt;, the daughter of a rich man. but i have to admit that my family isn't poor either. we eat meals three times a day, plus snacks. we watch tv, use electric fans (and sometimes, aircon) when we feel the bit hot, and we have all the other extra gadgets that other family's may not have. plus clothes and shoes. a house, and store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're not rich, but i admit i've been spending money without much hesitation, and i 've never had a part-time job in my life (except my auto-load max, and my turns watching our store). i knew we weren't poor, and my parents weren't really that tight to us about spending. and so when my mom mailed me while i was in tokyo, i was shocked. she told me things are different at home now than they were before i left, and i must get surprised at how tight money matters are dealt with now. what struck me most is when she said she's been trying to hide it from me until then, but figured she had to tell. i realized then that the situation has really gone serious. &lt;em&gt;very.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, it's not like i don't like the idea of not being free to spend money as i did before. i'm someone &lt;em&gt;kuripot&lt;/em&gt;, especially when buying for myself. i can wear clothes from sales and &lt;em&gt;tiangges&lt;/em&gt;, and i can last eating &lt;em&gt;pandesal&lt;/em&gt; and other inexpensive food. as long as we're living a happy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since then i've been thinking about how i could be of help to my parents, especially when i'm back home. and much more while i'm still here. things in japan are expensive, and i have to budget well. i don't want to be a burden anymore, as i've been the previous years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;black and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i'd be the one to blame if you catch my loneliness, so let's get the energy flowing again. black and white.. reminds you of what? the first thing that may come to your mind is television, or newspaper. okay, those are near enough. tv's have &lt;em&gt;anime&lt;/em&gt;'s, while newspapers have comics. now, get it? right, i'm talking about &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;manga&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the snow piled up on the streets, there was not much to be done during the last three days of my winter vacation. i was stuck inside our house. i used the pc, tried to do my homework, listened to music, etc, etc. and i started reading &lt;em&gt;manga&lt;/em&gt;:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lovely complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the manga tells the story of the mutually-supportive relationship between unusually tall girl Risa and her vertically-challenged companion Ootani. (excert from an article in animaxis.com) anyway, here are just a few shots i took in between reading the manga and obsessing myself over it. you won't get the real &lt;em&gt;fuzzy feeling&lt;/em&gt; without reading the manga itself! *squeals*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/lovecon2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/lovecon1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there we went with the current white, black, and black and white of my life. *bows* God bless! *peace* &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/35298931-116824788188078619?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/116824788188078619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=116824788188078619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116824788188078619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116824788188078619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2007/01/white-and-black-black-and-white.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-116822967048126912</id><published>2007-01-08T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T12:07:38.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;capital T.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ignore the title. i wasn't in the right mind to think of any other word, or phrase, or letter, that will do. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;capital T. you may be wondering, "what the heck?". well okay, i'll get to the point. this entry is about tokyo. the capital of japan. starting with the letter T. *dodges tomatoes from the audience*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calm down. you can't blame me if i'm the most senseless person in the world. anyway, let's get on to the real &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt;. last january 4-5, i went to tokyo with my host mom and my host sister to watch ballet. wait, the ballet didn't last for &lt;em&gt;two freakin days&lt;/em&gt;. let's just say we went there for the ballet, but took our own little tour as well. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took a 7+ a.m. bus on the morning of the fourth. as usual, i dozed off. nothing special, really. and when we arrived at tokyo, we went first to the hotel where we were going to spend the night. &lt;strong&gt;kkr hotel. &lt;/strong&gt;it was still too early for check-in then (check-in starts at three), so we just left our baggage and went on to another round of train rides. our first stop? &lt;strong&gt;shibuya.&lt;/strong&gt; the ultimate shopping place. *dances around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shibuya was indeed a great place, but it tired me out so much that i wasn't sure then if i'd hate it or love it. there were so many people (especially girls clad in all sorts of clothes, with their eyes surrounded by thick black paint), and it was so hot and crowded that i got dizzy with all the commotion. *faints* okay, i love sales and bargains, but i guess i'm not that up for the &lt;em&gt;event&lt;/em&gt; i encountered in shibuya. and to add up the fact that everything was still expensive even if it was a sale day. it was crazy, really. or maybe i'm just the one who got crazy. i wasn't up to buying anything as well because i haven't received the money that my mom sent me. hit me. i was getting paranoid then. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about it now, i missed an ultimately good buy. there was a shop selling everything for 315 yen. even glam accessories and the like. aww, i wish i had bought somethig. oh well, serves me right for being paranoid. *sweatdrops*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent most of the time mailing &lt;strong&gt;karr&lt;/strong&gt;, chatting about almost everything under the sun. of course, &lt;em&gt;koi bana&lt;/em&gt; wasn't out of the mail-exchange. i wonder how many yen i dropped just within the day. *lol* my mom should kill me; i'm an irresponsible child. *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate &lt;strong&gt;omelet&lt;/strong&gt; for lunch. it was good. *drools* the cute guy on the other table was glancing at me. i should have thrown my plate at him; the stupid bastard was with his girlfriend. but i guess i didn't want to waste the omelet, so i just let him be. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;belat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;after overcoming the adventure in shibuya, we rode this extremely cool train (i forgot what it's called, but it's the train that goes smoothly high above the ground). we went to this place near a tv station to look for some place where i could buy cheap souvenir, but in the end we went back empty-handed. *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the hotel and met up with my host mom's friend. she's a very glam woman, obviously rich. *dollar eyes* we hung around at our room until dinner, and i had shots of the view outside the window (including the tiny orange needle which was the tokyo tower). *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was great. i wonder how rich people tend not to get irritable at the formality. we sat there and chatted ladylike, while we ate by candlelight. to flourish the scene, there was this girl playing the piano. and we could see a good view of tokyo from there, too. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a bath that night, and mailed karr and my mom. really, it's so cool how everyone's phone in here could send emails. *wide-eyed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next morning, we dolled up ourselves and went down for breakfast. i was glad because my host mom told me "&lt;em&gt;kawaii"&lt;/em&gt;, and her friend marveled at how i arranged my hair (which wasn't really complicated, believe me. japanese girls just tend not to wear their hair in different ways). so anyway, the breakfast was also good. buffet. we got to rest until 11, and finally, we checked out. where we went? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;azakusa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;it was the ultimate &lt;em&gt;japanese-themed&lt;/em&gt; place. i got to buy some souvenirs to bring home (and they are really, really simple ones, so if you're a friend of mine who's reading this now, don't expect me to bring you home what you're looking forward to, really). and we also got to go into a temple-like place, waft smoke towards ourselves to wash away the negative aspects of our being, and take pictures with the big red thing with japanese characters painted on it. i really don't know what it's called, but it is famous enough to be the cover picture of a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, we got to go to the place where the whole trip lead us eventually: &lt;strong&gt;the ballet.&lt;/strong&gt; the story wasn't one that i know of, but i understood the plot all too well. i just got to sleep at one part where the girls just kept on dancing and dancing without other events happening. *bonks self* the dancers were good; most of them were foreigners. the setup was great too, and the orchestra was cool! *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the show, we went home by the bus provided by my host mom's ballet school. i wasn't that sleepy. and the girls at the back were so noisy. anyway, my seat gave me great chances to take pics of the tokyo tower. close-up. i'm not sure if i took good pictures though. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was surprised at how my host mom's ballet teacher said the departure time after the short break would be 7:15, but she was shouting at everyone to get on by 7:13. like, what was the point of setting a departure time? *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my host dad picked us up at iida station, and i wasn't sleepy when we arrived home so i just did my &lt;em&gt;vain thing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;you know you know it. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, there goes the story of another trip. i know, it's boring or whatever flame you may throw it, but this is my blog anyway. nyahaha. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya! God bless.. *peace* &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/35298931-116822967048126912?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/116822967048126912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=116822967048126912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116822967048126912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116822967048126912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2007/01/capital-t.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-116805699667576761</id><published>2007-01-06T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T12:07:05.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;out of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okay. try this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine yourself seated in an elevator. forget the fact that people &lt;em&gt;stand &lt;/em&gt;in elevators. this is a unique one, where around thirty seats are lined up inside. and so you buckle up, and the doors close. everything turns pitch black, and you feel the elevator starting to move up. it opens on some floors, and the doors on the last floor opens to reveal a giant mirror where you could see your reflection. okay, you can do whatever pose you like, but then &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;in your reflection disappears. the seats remain. the door shuts close and you can see nothing again, but you're not numb enough not to feel that the elevator is speeding up so fast, you only had time to catch your breath when it suddenly stops at the top. you gasp as you look out the giant window at the very top. there's the sky, the clouds, rays of the sun.. and then nothing. the elevator crashes down. and when you feel like it's slowing down, that's when you realize that it's going up again. oh horrors. you have only a second to scream as the elevator halts once again in front of the giant window, and down you go again. boom! *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the tower of terror&lt;/strong&gt;: the newest and scariest attraction there is in tokyo disney sea. located in the &lt;strong&gt;AMERICAN WATERFRONT&lt;/strong&gt;, and one of my personal favorites. *laughs out loud* but no, i won't deny the fact that it left me all shaky and out of breath after i finished the ride. that's what makes it extra thrilling, don't you think? *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure i've mentioned this trip in one of my previous entries, but i guess i'll do another round with the explanations. last year's december 27th, i went to disney sea with my friends, the 9 girls with whom i eat lunch every schoolday. ultimate cuties. *giggles* it was the first day of winter vaction then, and though everyone were at school the previous day, no one seemed tired enough to spoil the day. okay, except for some of us at some point, including me. but let's get on with that later. i'd also be a brat here because i'm going to make some slight revelations that would make me (and could make some of the other people involved) appear rude, but please don't be too critical. *gulps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 5, the doorbell rang, and i got on one of my friends' family car. her father brought me and another girl (whom, from this point on, i would be calling "girly" for easy identification's sake) with her to the matsukawa terminal, where we caught the 5:20 &lt;em&gt;hana&lt;/em&gt; bus (do you remember this? the "flower" bus, although this time it wasn't the van-looking thing that it was before; it had two floors! *gapes*) and so we climbed up to the second floor. &lt;em&gt;yatta!&lt;/em&gt; and i ended up sitting with girly. which wasn't all too fair. but i didn't really mind. or maybe i did. whatever. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me just give you a short background. you see, the ten of us have been eating lunch and hanging out together as a group since the day we met (although at first it was a whole bunch of girls, and then later the other 10 girls had their own lively group). nothing was notably exceptional then, except when once one of the girls commented about girly, and the other girls started agreeing with the negative opinion. i never really thought it would grow bigger and bigger, but when this one girl who was always with girly said that she didn't really like her and was just hanging out with her for the sake of, well, for the sake of hanging out with her, i knew that the tiny bit of issue has now turned more to be a like a fact. and so no one wanted to hang around much with girly. and i admit that i hold the same feelings too. *frowns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough with that before you start lecturing me for being a &lt;strong&gt;fake&lt;/strong&gt; friend or something. *winces* and so i sat with girly, and tried to be nice whenever she talked with me. add up all the "sorry's" from everyone, and the fact that they were all extending efforts to talk with me as well so as not to leave me out, and all my &lt;em&gt;iya&lt;/em&gt; feelings ceased. there was an agreement that the person who sits beside girly on the bus doesn't have to end up being with her all day long, i think. i was hoping my friends loved me enough to spare me the betrayal. *drama mode*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the usual bus ride so no need to elaborate on that. except for the bit when my one &lt;em&gt;man&lt;/em&gt; yen keeps on popping into my mind, everything went fine. i just folded the bill and tucked it into my pocket, just in case my wallet gets stolen. and the bugging stopped. whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before finally arriving at disney sea, we rode the super cute mickey train. &lt;em&gt;yey!&lt;/em&gt; it was a smooth and short ride, and i just took snaps of the cart's features, and a group pic as well. (girly was kind enough to let me into the picture by volunteering to shoot). anyway, here's one pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/mickeytrain.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;on entering disney sea, i couldn't help but be amazed. it &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; wider than disney land. or probably because there were lots of water around the place, or because the group was split into four-four-two and none of the members of my group knew the place too well that we seemed lost. *sweatdrops* we rumagged through the map (huh?) and even asked a staff to point out where we were, but we didn't have any clue what the rides were all about so we just decided to head on to the huge volcano in the middle of the place. one of the girls in my group was calling the other group to ask if we could meet up, but the others just said that we'd be together at lunchtime anyway, so maybe we could resume with the split-up status for a while. so we were stuck with girly. wow. honestly, i was irritated, and i felt betrayed. stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the volcano, we got our fast pass (a fast pass saves you from lining up on standby, although there's a partular period of time when you could enter, e.g. in our case, from 12:05-13:05). we spotted two of our other mates who just got fast passes as well. we then decided to be together, and so we would meet up with another two mates to complete a group of eight (the remaining two don't ride bumpy or scary rides, so they just went on to have fun with themselves). i was shocked because we ran. all around disney sea. i felt like i was dying then. *bitter cry* i'm such a pain because i don't do sports, thus i ain't as fit as everyone. and add up that i was wearing boots then. *bonks self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girly waited up for me, and she pushed my back so i could keep running. i thanked her, and she told me that she's good at running and stuff so she might as well help me. okay, she's a good girl, but her head was inflated again. but i ignored that. she was kind enough to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we lost track of the two who were running ahead because i was such a ditz. later on, we spotted them lined up with the other two, so the four of them were inside a ride, whilst the four of us were left out. &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;. and so we decided we'd go somewhere else. we lookd at the map, but it didn't make sense to us. poor us. while we stood there trying to decipher the huge piece of paper in our hands, the other group was calling us. one of the ride's staffs saw us and asked if we were together, and then she offered to let us into the line with our friends! so shocking! despite the looks that we were getting from the people whe were lined up behind, we squeezed into the line. oh heavens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a very long wait. &lt;strong&gt;the tower of terror&lt;/strong&gt; is the newest attraction anyway. add up the fact that people wouldn't miss the screams coming out of the top windows of the building, and you get an ultimately packed ride. whew. i was feeling like hell then after the long run, but i managed a shot at girly. at the pic, i figured how ragged i turned out to be, so i decided i'd just clip my bangs up so it wouldn't be a pain. the hairstyle got approving nods (and flatters) from everyone, so i figured i'd leave it that way. minus the irritation, and self-consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the ride, we went on back to the giant volcano because it was almost lunch time then. the ride was called &lt;strong&gt;journey to the center of the earth&lt;/strong&gt;, and it was like a bumpy roller coaster ride, plus a great slide or two (i loved all that screaming *laughs maniacally*) it is located within the &lt;strong&gt;MYSTERIOUS ISLAND, &lt;/strong&gt;arund the center of the whole park. it was fun!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;fun fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, where did we go next? probably to the &lt;strong&gt;MERMAID LAGOON,&lt;/strong&gt; because we planned to meet up there to watch a show. we met the two who were dating (those two who despises scary rides) lined up to buy food, and we then decided that maybe we'd just leave the assembly for later. and so we went on ahead to the lagoon. the group was then split again four-four, and we remained in the &lt;strong&gt;mermaid lagoon&lt;/strong&gt; whilst the other group went to get fast passes in the &lt;strong&gt;indiana jones&lt;/strong&gt; ride. they told us to go on and take pictures, because they knew that &lt;strong&gt;i love ariel so much&lt;/strong&gt; and so i'd better have fun taking pictures around the lagoon. okay, i'll show you one of the shots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/mermaidlagoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;when they came back, we spent more time taking pictures (i was flattered when they each said they wanted a picture with me), and left. we dropped by a stall called the &lt;strong&gt;grotto goodies &lt;/strong&gt;and bought some snack to much on while we walked. it was yummy! *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were back yet again at the &lt;strong&gt;MYSTERIOUS ISLAND, &lt;/strong&gt;and rode another ride called &lt;strong&gt;20, 000 leagues under the sea. &lt;/strong&gt;it's like a round submarine where you sit in pairs by the windows and take a tour under the water. you even get to control the lights of the submarine at some points, to enhance what you want to see. i especially loved the last part when everything turns black and with glittery lights. wai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our next stop was at the &lt;strong&gt;PORT DISCOVERY, &lt;/strong&gt;where there was this very cool ride called &lt;strong&gt;stormrider &lt;/strong&gt;in which you get sprinkled with real water. *sweatdrops* it's pretty like the &lt;strong&gt;enchanted kingdom's realto, &lt;/strong&gt;wherein you sit with a whole bunch of people in front of a giant screen, and you feel like you really are in the scene you are watching. the set-up was being in one of the planes called stormriders, which gets into the eye of a storm to blow it. our pilot was called david, and the other plane's pilot (there were two planes) was called scott. david was a &lt;em&gt;baka&lt;/em&gt; because the people at the headquarters were telling him to back off after scott's plane was hit by a lightning and was dust (one of my friends was shouting "scott, scott!" it was so funny i was laughing during the whole ride). really fun! can't describe any further!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we dropped by the toilet, and rode the nearest ride, &lt;strong&gt;aquatopia&lt;/strong&gt;. you ride in pairs and get twisted and turned in the water. simple yet fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the two who were dating were also on the same ride, so we get to be assembled again after that. we dropped by the only souvenir shop in the area, &lt;strong&gt;discovery gifts, &lt;/strong&gt;and i bought... well, something. ahehe. and we took pictures wearing the headbands with minnie mouse ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was then time to use the fast pass to the indiana jones ride in &lt;strong&gt;LOST RIVER DELTA&lt;/strong&gt;. the ride, in full, is called &lt;strong&gt;indiana jones adventure: temple of the crystal skull&lt;/strong&gt;. nest to the tower of terror, this must have been my favorite ride! one of my friends told us that a picture would be taken at one point of the ride, wherein there's a giant rock rolling down from above. when that point came, i remembered what she said so i flashed a peace sign. they were all surprised and asked me how i did it. well, "she told us", i said. but they told me "&lt;em&gt;arienai!" &lt;/em&gt;*lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then went back to the &lt;strong&gt;MERMAID LAGOON&lt;/strong&gt; to finally watch the show at the &lt;strong&gt;mermaid lagoon theater&lt;/strong&gt;. it was so pretty! i was almost in tears like the ultimate fangirl. my friends asked me how it was after we left. well, i couldn't describe it. i was so glad! especially coz ariel sang my favorite disney song! *starts to sing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;up where they walk, up where they run&lt;br /&gt;up where they stay all day in the sun&lt;br /&gt;wanderin' free, wish i could be&lt;br /&gt;part of that world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;okay, i'm not a mermaid or some sorts. but there are times when i could relate with this song. it's like you have everything, even more than other people might have, but still you wish for something more, for something different.. *bonks self* what's with the sudden drama??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, they left me to buy souvenir's from a shop (i think it was called &lt;strong&gt;the sleepy whale shoppe&lt;/strong&gt;). after much fussing and consulting, i settled with a necklace and a bag. actually, i wanted to buy everything! *bonks self* okay, just majority of the stuff. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided then to use my one &lt;em&gt;man &lt;/em&gt;yen, but when i put my hand into my pocket.. it wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;doki doki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;nervous laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my one &lt;em&gt;man &lt;/em&gt;yen was gone!! *cries* i was soo stunned i didn't know what to do at first, and the first thing i did was spill the secret to the two people who were with me (girly and one of my girl mates. the other were munching at the nearby reataurant). i tried to calm myself down as we took rounds around the shop to look, but it wasn't there. i decided to leave it be; let's just bury it down and forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when we went to our friends, i figured that the other girl who knew had told everyone while girly and i were searching. two of my mates said we'd search, and was already out of their seats before i could put a straight face and say we should just leave it be. another pair asked for our passports so they could get fast passes at some rides, and everything was so blurry i can't remember much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided to go back to the &lt;strong&gt;PORT DISCOVERY &lt;/strong&gt;because they said i must have dropped the bill when i bought the.. &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; there. i really didn't think it was there because the money i used when i bought o\something there was from my wallet, not from my pocket. but i decided to come anyway. because i thought i dropped the money when i went to the toilet there before riding aquatopia. there was just that feeling within me that said i'd find it there. i haven't been to church in ages then but i still believe God was instructing me. i prayed. very very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the two girls with me appeared and i told her i found nothing. she excused herself and said she needed to go to the toilet, so i let her be. i decided to ask the lady who was cleaning the place if she found some money, but she said she didn't. okay, that was it. &lt;strong&gt;game over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my friend went out of the cubicle, i decided to tell her we should go back to the others and carry on because it was already dark then and we didn't have all day. but before i could actually persuade her, the lady in the toilet budged in, asking how much the money was. we told her it was one &lt;em&gt;man&lt;/em&gt;, and she said that maybe we should check out the &lt;strong&gt;guest relations&lt;/strong&gt; at the entrance of the park, because it's also a place for &lt;strong&gt;lost and found&lt;/strong&gt; items. she pointed to us where in the map, and we thanked her, met up with the other mate, and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took us a long time because we didn't realize until later that we were running in the opposite direction. we took wrong turns at several points, and i was so close to collapsing then, whether it was due to the constant running or due to all the hope that was drained off me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my mates sat down beside me as the other one dealt with the processes at the &lt;strong&gt;guest relations&lt;/strong&gt;. we were interviewed: what time we came in, what time i found out the money was missing, where we were at that time, where we thought i dropped the bill, how the bill looked like, etc, etc. in the end she even asked me to fold a piece of peper the way i folded the money. and then she left to inquire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so down i didn'T listen to the rest of the conversation that they had. when finally they pulled me outside, that was way i was able to comprehend what they were saying. the lady at the guest relations asked if we rode the tower of terror, and my friend had enthusiastically sai "&lt;em&gt;hai!&lt;/em&gt;" and then we were off to that attraction to fetch the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't believe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the money was found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i knew it, i was already crying like a baby as we walked. i didn't know what to tell them so i repeatedly said "&lt;em&gt;arigatou&lt;/em&gt;". one of my mates was hugging me and telling me that it was good that i didn't give up, and that i didn't hide it from them in the first place. actually, i &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; tell myself i won't tell them; i guess i own one to my other friend who spilled the secret to everyone. my friend who was hugging me told me she didn't want my memory of the trip to be an awful one, so she was glad as well. she said she liked me. and i told her i like her too. *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three other friends (including girly) met us at the &lt;strong&gt;tower of terror&lt;/strong&gt;. when the money was handed to me (in a resealable plastic), they hugged me and told me "&lt;em&gt;yokatta ne, joyce!"&lt;/em&gt; i have ceased from crying, but i was still so glad then. as i looked back on it, i must have dropped the money when i pulled out the comb from my pocket to clip up my bangs. wow, it was the first ride, and i was oblivious that i lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless the person who handed it over to the staff and didn't just pocket it. i don't know to thank you, but God knows how to reward you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had money then, so we all decided to do our shopping. it felt so good to be able to buy something for other people. especially with money that everyone has worked for. yet still, i tried not to spend much because i've already spent a lot at disney land. we decided to share a gift for the whole class so it would be cheaper. i bought food for my club, for my host family, and for our chapter president. without her, my papers wouldn't be processed and i wouldn't be allowed to go to tokyo with my friends. we also said we wanted a gift for our math teacher, because we all love him so much. *sparkly eyes* it was a simple shopping, but it was fun. plus the flattery that i got when everyone was saying "&lt;em&gt;ii naa~"&lt;/em&gt; while looking at the ariel bag on my shoulder, with the souvenirs and food in it. *hearts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we ate dinner at &lt;strong&gt;LOST RIVER DELTA&lt;/strong&gt;'s &lt;strong&gt;miguel's el dorado cantina&lt;/strong&gt;. i ordered tacos and melon soda, and got to do some more picture-taking with everyone. the tacos were delicious. *drools* and someone pointed out again how cute my bag was. ahihi. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the nth time, we went back to the &lt;strong&gt;MERMAID LAGOON &lt;/strong&gt;and took pictures (with the two who had been dating before). after that, we all rode rides (the not so scary ones), such as the &lt;strong&gt;flounder's flying fish coaster &lt;/strong&gt;(a mini roller coaster which made me laugh so hard because it was soo cute) and &lt;strong&gt;scuttle's scooters &lt;/strong&gt;(eggs that go round and round and turn around and around *lol*) it was fun too! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then had our second round at the &lt;strong&gt;20, 000 leagues under the sea&lt;/strong&gt;, and then we split the group into two: six of us went to do some last scary ride take-two's, whilst the other four went to to buy something matching for eveyone (called "&lt;em&gt;osoroi&lt;/em&gt;"). they brought our bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did take-two's at &lt;strong&gt;journey to the center of the earth &lt;/strong&gt;(where they got fast passes while we were searching for my money), and at the &lt;strong&gt;angelina jones &lt;/strong&gt;ride (where everyone did the peace sign this time around. nyahaha). it was soo fun! but then the not-so-fun part came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to run and run and run. i felt like i'd have no tomorrow then. we had to run to catch the bus, and i was so tired and has turned ut to be the &lt;strong&gt;ultimate pain in the ass. &lt;/strong&gt;*wails* i was thankful to girly because she dragged me along, and then another friend came to aid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were left by the group, and it took us a long time before we were able to meet again because even if we made calls to each other we couldn't seem to meet at an exact place. i felt like i was the worst person in the world and i said sorry to everyone, but they said it was okay. we boarded the cute mickey train again, and had to run all the way to the bus in 6 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;girly was there beside me as everyone overtook and told me "&lt;em&gt;ganbatte!&lt;/em&gt;", and when we finally reached the bus, i literally collapsed on my seat. one of our friends was missing then so some of us came back out to look for her, and when all were there, we cruised home. whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the bus, i got my piece of the &lt;em&gt;osoroi&lt;/em&gt;, which was a grape made up of mickey's. *huggles* i was surprised though when girly handed me a disney sea plastic bag. she told me to just open it when i was home, and said it was a gift. i didn't know what to say. i just kept it. &lt;strong&gt;guilty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girly's mom took us home, and when i was inside the warmth of our house again, i told all the stories and showed all the pictures to my host parents. and gave them the food. i also opened the gift from girly, which were earrings. three different pieces. hmm, i wondered how i would us them. i have two ears, both with pierces. girly had only her left (or is it right?) ear pierced, so she's probably happy with the single pieces. in the end i decided to wear the earrings anyway, even if the one on my left ear is different from that/those on the right. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't forget this particular day, not just because of all the fun rides and wonderful spots, but also because then, i was able to make a very special memory with my friends, who never left me and wished me to be happy even if i'm leaving them soon. thank you Lord for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*wipes off tears*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sore ja, mata ne!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God bless! *peace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/disneysea.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;by the way, there are parts of the park wherein we didn't get to ride any attration. they are the &lt;strong&gt;MEDITERRANEAN HARBOR &lt;/strong&gt;and the &lt;strong&gt;ARABIAN COAST. &lt;/strong&gt;if you would like to check what they are all about, and also all the stuff about the &lt;strong&gt;tokyo disney resort&lt;/strong&gt;, go here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tokyodisneyresort.co.jp/index_e.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.tokyodisneyresort.co.jp/index_e.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/35298931-116805699667576761?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/116805699667576761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=116805699667576761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116805699667576761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116805699667576761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2007/01/out-of-this-world.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-116775716605397456</id><published>2007-01-03T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T12:05:47.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;joyous. fresh. 12 months again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;maligayang bagong taon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;happy new year! &lt;em&gt;akemashite omedetou gozaimasu!&lt;/em&gt; *blows horn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet another year has ended, and a new year's doors have opened. hmm, how did i celebrate? i spent some days of the week before new year's day writing on my &lt;em&gt;nengajou&lt;/em&gt;, postcards to be sent by post to my friends here in japan. they said people do it here every year. but some of my friends at school said they'd just send e-mails on new year. nonetheless, wrote mine. and i felt good doing so. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was tucked under the &lt;em&gt;kotatsu&lt;/em&gt; (the table with a comforter and heater) on new year's eve, eating dinner and watching the music show on tv. save for the period when i was at the phone and talking with my family. it was fun. they said there was another new dog at home, from &lt;em&gt;kuya&lt;/em&gt; ono. ask my sis who that guy is. *grins* and finally, my package arrived at home. i'm glad they liked my christmas gifts. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mailed until late at night, and slept. on new year's day, we prepared and then left for my grandma's house. there, we ate and watched tv, and i tried doing my homework. i also took a bath, went upstairs and ate and talked and watched tv, and i was on bed early. whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the phil's we receive &lt;em&gt;pamasko&lt;/em&gt; from our &lt;em&gt;ninong and ninang&lt;/em&gt;, but here in japan children receive money on new year. i received some from my host parents, my uncle's family, and my grandma. because chrildren are said to become rich people on new year, there are sales almost everywhere (but not just for children, but also for adults). today, we did a lot of shopping and moving around. so much fun! *dances*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, mama and baba (moms and grandma) dropped me and my host sis at heiando, a book shop. i bought a book about japan (it has so many pictures and is so beautiful), and a CD of hamasaki ayumi, my first-ever favorite j-pop singer. after that, we walked to saty, and took purikura. three times. *laughs out loud* mama and baba then picked us up, and we went to jusco to do some shopping. after much searching through sales, i bought a i-dont-know-what-it's-called piece for 500 yen (it's like a hooded sleeveless long vest), and a black with white polka-dots tights (with ribbon at the end). that's about it. we also tried looking for kamisole, but those that were available were expensive so we decided not to buy. we then met up with mama and baba who have just finished grocery, and then drove on home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: i saw the cutest guy in my class while we were driving home. he just came out of a store and was boarding a car. *bonks self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at home, we ate our lunch-snack-dinner, and then me and my host sister decided to walk to the clothes shop not quite far from home to do more shopping. it took us long before we were able to go back home; it was already dark when we walked back. i bought cool brownish shorts (i decided to get the brown instead of the usual shade of blackish gray), a cute black and white skirt with a black lace ribbon, and black tights with brown lace in the end. weird, eh? on getting home, my host sis was at our room while i went to my host parents room, and we tried our bargain out. i was so amused because i could mix and match everything that i bought for 4000 yen. i still have much money left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i picked clothes for tomorrow (i'm going out with trish and other girls to karaoke), and sticked today's purikura in my purikura notebook. i also listened to ayu's cd, and when i went down at 10 pm, i was so hungry but there weren't any food. *cries* i just ate some cookies and stuff while using the pc. hopefully i wouldn't get too fat with just a day of distorted meals. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now that a new year has begun, i would just like to thank all the peoplewho have been part of the previous years that i've lived:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my family&lt;/strong&gt;: moms, dads, ate jho, john, jen, lolo, lola, mga tito, mga tita, mga pinsan, ka millet, mga aso at alaga sa bahay, at mga tindera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my friends&lt;/strong&gt;: bea, mica, kat, meng, nikko, mels, x, juno, enric, atan, wel, boj, aaron, mars, sop, mau, joy, chum, ate goldie, hannah, at marami pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my batchmates and schoolmates&lt;/strong&gt;: t-gang, collage, gay gang, friends, may, faye, joan, and iba pang mga nakababatang schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my host families&lt;/strong&gt;: my host moms, host dads, grandparents, brother, sisters, dogs, cat, and other people who treated me as family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my schools&lt;/strong&gt;: rizal national science high school, and my senior high school here. including my teachers, batchmates, senpai and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my friends here&lt;/strong&gt;: the girls with whom i eat lunch everyday, my friends who are now in america, my clubmates, and friends in the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the org people&lt;/strong&gt;: trish (my buddy), stian, the people at the fuji camp, the other org children, my LP's and the other adult people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;church people&lt;/strong&gt;: tita nora, tita helen, tita juliet, tito jun, tita jasmin, sister celeste, nobu, and other adult people who treated me well at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harrynatix&lt;/strong&gt;: ate mae, ate elaine, ate anne, ate bevs, ate rizz, jeff, arland, phil, at syempre, kei harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doujin&lt;/strong&gt;: farrah, afiura-san, shen-chan, angel-chan, OD-san, sempai-san, longkang-san, miss mia, and the other doujin staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would also like to thank my reviewers in fanfiction.net. i do hope i could finish my latest chaptered fic once and for all. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been through a lot this past year, and though i was unable to stretch my time much to give every aspect the time it deserves, i feel satisfied with how i lived the year. to all of you whom i mentioned above, and even those whom i failed to mention, &lt;strong&gt;i thank you deeply. &lt;/strong&gt;year 2006 was one year full of the rarest experiences that i had in my life, and i do hope to make more memories with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ja,&lt;/em&gt; so much for the sentiness. thank you Lord for another year! maybe this year be as prosperous as the previous years, and may You remain King of everything during this year and all the years to come. God bless! &lt;strong&gt;A happy new year to everyone&lt;/strong&gt;! *mwahugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/35298931-116775716605397456?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/116775716605397456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=116775716605397456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116775716605397456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116775716605397456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2007/01/joyous-fresh-12-months-again.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-116775536128582548</id><published>2007-01-03T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T12:05:01.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;white christmas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;geographically, japan is found at a location different from the philippines'. as a result, in contrary to the phil's year-round summer with rainy season, japan experiences the enumerable four seasons every year: spring, summer, autumn and winter. i've been through all. *smug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even so, i can't say that i've seen all that's supposed to come with these seasons. for instance, my winter here isn't really my winter in my mind. i should have known beforehand that it doesn't really snow much here in nagano. for the record, i've seen snow-covered rooftops only once last december. here's a photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm so glad i shook off the drowsiness and scampered out of bed in the morning to take pictures. because it never happened again. i'm not sure yet if snow would fall this month; it's my last month here, and i'd be back to the country where summer reigns. whatta comment! *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking forward to a white christmas, but even if it didn't snow on christmas day, i experienced the shock of walking out of the train station and having my feet freeze as i marvel at the white dots swirling before my eyes. it was on the night of december 28 after i got off the 7:19 train, on my way home from my club's christmas party. one night i wouldn't forget. &lt;em&gt;sugoku kandou shimashita&lt;/em&gt;. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i said, i have only a month left here. it makes me feel happy and sad, excited and dull at the same time, but whatever feelings may be stirring within me have no chance of controlling time. the clock would keep ticking; i'll just pray that i'd live the remaining month to the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" size="8pt" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God bless!&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/35298931-116775536128582548?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/116775536128582548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=116775536128582548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116775536128582548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116775536128582548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2007/01/white-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-116775499861350794</id><published>2006-12-22T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T12:04:23.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;dream land. dream sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wow. i did it. i can't quite believe it. wee~! i made it to disneyland! *rolls on floor laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might think i'm over-acting or something, but well, the disbelief is just so over you'd better just leave me be in this trance. *laughs out loud* okay, seriously now, i still have a lot of stories to tell so i better stop making you feel envious. *grins* just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a friday when my host family planned to take me to disneyland. *gulps* don't look at me like that. i did tell my real mom that i'd be skipping school. and she just laughed... and told me she'd tell the student exchange org president. *sweatdrops* no, she was kidding, of course. ahaha. she was even delighted when she told me, "&lt;em&gt;makikita mo sina pluto!"&lt;/em&gt; i was just wondering: why pluto?? hmm..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we rode the 5:20 &lt;em&gt;hana&lt;/em&gt; bus (flower bus. *lol*), and arrived there at around 10. we didn't really get to explore the &lt;em&gt;land&lt;/em&gt; in its entirety, but we were able to have fun. tons of fun. i don't know if i'm capable of enumerating all that we've done, but i'll try and give you a preview of what we did generally. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, &lt;strong&gt;picture-taking&lt;/strong&gt;. my first shot was that of the huge christmas tree that one wouldn't miss when he walks into disneyland. *gapes in awe* i don't really have pictures of people in my camera (except a shot of my host parents in front of cinderella's castle), but i did took ample snaps of parades and stuff. the rest of the pictures are in my host family's camera. remind me to get a copy, okay? thanks! *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i mentioned, &lt;strong&gt;parades&lt;/strong&gt;. there was one at around 3 in the afternoon, and another at night. really, would you believe me if i tell you that i didn't get a shot of the mickey-and-minnie-float during both parades? *bonks self* me and my host dad were a little late for the 3-pm parade because we rode splash mountain, and then me and my host mom were late yet again for the night parade, partly because we can't decide if i'd just go ride til i die with my sis, and partly because there are so many people blocking my sight that i didn't see the mice's float. *sinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the rides, here are my top three favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 splash mountain&lt;/strong&gt;. this is the ride that i rode only with my host dad. the other two girls refused to join us because by the end of the ride, there will be a slightly steep fall (&lt;em&gt;ala &lt;/em&gt;log jam of enchanted kingdom), and by the screams of the people who were &lt;em&gt;soo&lt;/em&gt; visible as they fall down to the water, the ride proved to be "scary". and the other two girls don't like scary rides. anyway, as with other falling-down-the-slope rides, there's a camera. i actually counted 3 seconds and put out a smile and peace sign, and after the flash came, i willingly distorted my face and screamed to death. it was a little &lt;em&gt;bitin&lt;/em&gt; though. the lucky girl that i am, my host dad bought me the 1000+ yen picture. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 pooh's hunny hunt&lt;/strong&gt;. this ride is so famous that the lines of people never ceased, that's why i was so curious as to what was within the giant storybook. we ran to here after watching the night parade, and as we expected, the waiting time was down to 30 minutes. lucky! and the parade was just going to this ride's direction so we got to see it the second time (the first time for my host dad and sis though), and in no time we were within the pages of the book. while waiting, i tried reading the story but there were holes within the pages (for people to pass), and the pages were jumbled so i finally gave up. but i saw a pretty cute picture of christopher robin pinning a tail on eeyore's butt. aww, i love eeyore! so cute! *eyes sparkle* the ride was fun; very bumpy. but i guess it was worth the wait. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 it's a small world&lt;/strong&gt;. aww, this one's so adorable! it's like a tour around the world, wherein dolls wearing costumes from different countries are dancing and singing "it's a small world" and christmas carols. i felt like i was on the verge of crying then. i get so sentimental when i hear christmas songs sang loudly and merrily; i guess i missed the lively christmas that i've been used to in the philippines - even the annoying brats who kept singing christmas carols in front of our house, and not even bothering to leave until there are candies left. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's also this ride of buzz lightyear that i enjoyed, wherein there are laser guns attached to the carts and you need to fire at all the &lt;strong&gt;"z's&lt;/strong&gt;" that you'll pass by inside the course. it was so fun! i really didn't score a lot though (around 9000 i think), but it felt like being back at home and banging at playstation keys. *grins* another ride that i remember is the supposed halloween ride, but turned out to be kinda weird because it had a christmas theme. i especially loved the last part of this one: we passed by mirrors and saw ourselves, and then ghosts started to appear between us in the reflection. woah, creepy! my host sis was shouting &lt;em&gt;"kimoi &lt;/em&gt;" so much i began laughing. *sweatdrops*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other rides include a boat ride, a train ride, and a raft ride plus a walk in tom sawyer island. lunch was at the heart queen's palace. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around dark, we did our shopping. i spent one &lt;em&gt;man &lt;/em&gt;yen on souvenirs for my friends at school and at club, for my family at home, some more friends, my LP's, trish, and myself. i already had lots of tin cans from USJ, so i picked cookies and candies that are inside bags and other stuff like that. we then had dinner at a cool pizza parlor with a space theme. yummy! the sweet potatoes were nice, too! *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bus home was at 9:20. the day was awfully tiring but exceptionally enjoyable just the same. really, i owe a dream come true to my ever-loving host family. and of course, all the praises goes up there. *points up* Thanks, Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to end this entry, here's a shot of the cinderella castle at nighttime, the last shot that i took within the gate of tokyo disneyland:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/cinderellajou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ja, mata ne!&lt;/em&gt; God bless! *peace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i found out that ariel belongs not to disney land but to disney sea. so now a new dream is established: to go to disney sea! and my friends are making it come true. *smiles* see ya!&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/35298931-116775499861350794?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/116775499861350794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=116775499861350794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116775499861350794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116775499861350794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2006/12/dream-land-dream-sea_22.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-116506361419349324</id><published>2006-12-02T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T12:03:42.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. times 2. plus 1. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;adik. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well, it's not so obvious that i just messed up with the title, eh? nyahaha. *belat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;do the math. what do you get? another increase in my dear sister's age! &lt;strong&gt;happy birthday &lt;em&gt;ate jho!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;birthday wishes? tons of later birthdays to anticipate, good health and an eternally pretty self. &lt;em&gt;charing.&lt;/em&gt; but seriously, wish you all the best. that shows juat how much me loves you! *hugs* aww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a couple of months and my sister's gonna graduate from uni. wee~! and she'll gonna pay for my schooling. nyahaha. i knew i should have taken medicine; it'll be worth it! (just kidding.) anyway, &lt;em&gt;teh,&lt;/em&gt; good luck on your future endeavors! i'm looking forward to the trip to america, okay? want me to bring you a winter coat? *winks* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/tehjho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so what now? i'll reserve the rants about my trip to the elementary school and junior high school for later posts. i don't feel like having the time now. (huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know what? it was my exam week. &lt;em&gt;as in&lt;/em&gt; week. i had my end-term tests (autumn's) last tues up to thurs, and i had my japanese language proficiency test &lt;em&gt;kanina&lt;/em&gt;. really, talk about a week. stupid me actually thought it would be my last set of exams at school. ow, i guess i'd be taking another set after winter break though. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i didn't know why but i caught a cold yesterday. i felt like i just want to melt under the &lt;em&gt;futon&lt;/em&gt; and be lost. okay, not really. my head really didn't feel like breaking into two, but i get this weird feeling when i try to read.. well, anything.. so i never really got to do some last day studying for today's test. which is a pretty special one by the way. so anyway, i woke up at 11, ate lunch and slept until 6. how about that? and after sleeping the whole day i wasn't sleepy at all at night. read &lt;em&gt;manga&lt;/em&gt; (lovely complex, a total sweetie. i wish i could take the series home!), and finally decided i was sleepy at one (or probably forced myself to be sleepy. like, who will be reading &lt;em&gt;manga&lt;/em&gt; until the wee hours and anticipate the most special test of the year the next day? i'm probably the only crazy girl in the world.) zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i think i got better today anyway. although i still had the occasional weird feelings. especially with this guy stalking me. he was on the same exam room, and he actually managed to light up a conversation during the first break. but it was rather creepy when he was waiting for me at lunch. thank heavens for the thai woman who was seating in front of me! she was like the kind-motherly type (well, at 40, she really &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; like my mother), and when she smiled at me and asked where i'd be eating, i immediately suggested we eat together. now aint that nice? i get to &lt;strong&gt;shoo&lt;/strong&gt; the stalking sri lanka guy and i get to do a good turn for the lady (who turned out to be a very strong woman, having gone there even though she has this sickness, like somewhere near her heart.) but she told stories eagerly, and she even showed me a picture of her very cute son. *beams* i don't regret having eaten lunch with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most difficult moment of the test? i sneezed, and my nose started running. i definitely couldn't open my bag to get the tissues, or the proctor will show me the yellow card. so i just tried to sniff (my pride?) and hold on until the test ended. that took about an hour of torture. shame. *hides face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results are to be delivered by mid-feb. to here. and from here to my real home. *sings the national anthem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate dinner at my grandmas. got a bar of chocolate with orange and almond slivers from my dad. well, he brought home lots of chocolates. yum. he said he went to a choco shop at tokyo after watching eric clapton's concert. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, by the way, i went to church last sunday, and practiced choir afterwards. and then the adults (yeah, they were &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; like adults in the choir. and there were about five of them) invited me over to lunch. wow, one of the &lt;em&gt;tito's&lt;/em&gt; owns a &lt;em&gt;yakiniku&lt;/em&gt; shop! it's like there are these tables with grills, and you get to order raw meat and stuff and cook them yourself. loved that. and they also prepared &lt;em&gt;sinigang&lt;/em&gt; (hands up for &lt;em&gt;filipino&lt;/em&gt; food!), and i swear i would have cried in sentiness if i wasn't hurrying up eating (because my mom would pick me up). &lt;strong&gt;yummy sinigang. &lt;em&gt;asim!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, me and my host mom went shopping. she bought stuff that she'd send moe to america, including a silver necklace as a christmas gift. so gorgeous! and i was like so shocked when she said she'd buy me the matching earrings! they were so lovely! with one reminder that i should hopefully remember moe whenever i use the earrings when i'm back at the philippines, she purchased the lovely set. also adding a promise to buy me my real christmas gift at tokyo disneyland. really, don't you think i'm one lucky daughter here? i think so! and i know you do, too! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/earring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this piece really reminds me of winter. it's sure to come sooner or later. i just hope i won't catch any more colds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, better be sleeping now. my class is assigned to sweep aside fallen leaves this week, which means some people will need to go to school at 8 in the morning on assigned days. glad my shift is on tuesday. whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. probably sneak a few peeks at lovely complex when i get upstairs. *laughs out loud* for now, God bless and good night! *peace*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-116506361419349324?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/116506361419349324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=116506361419349324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116506361419349324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116506361419349324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2006/12/10-times-2-plus-1.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-116393446321142375</id><published>2006-11-19T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T19:58:26.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;trip. as in. part 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. here's the ever-delayed continuation of &lt;strong&gt;trip&lt;em&gt;. as in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;set within kyoto last november 4th. enjoy! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i think i said at the end of the first part, i woke up early in the morning and finished the necessary preparations. the meeting time was ten minutes to 7 at the corridor, and at the appointed time i opened the door of my room and was shocked to find my LP standing right in front of me. well, if she was waiting for me she should have knocked, right? i was freakin surprised but i hid it well anyway. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went down for breakfast, which was what they call 'viking' or 'biking' - couldn't figure out which because they use the same &lt;em&gt;katakana&lt;/em&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;b &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; v &lt;/strong&gt;syllables. anyway, it's what we call &lt;strong&gt;buffet&lt;/strong&gt; at home. there were lots of yummy-looking food, but having this small stomach of mine, i got to taste only a few of those treats. but it was a good meal anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the splendid meal, we went back up and went back down again to have the hotel send our luggage home. after that was the supposed free time, which i spent in my room brushing my teeth and tying my hair in a side-ponytail (since it was so bad if let loose). i still had a big clothe bag to carry aside from my small hand bag (which, by the way, my LP's niece claimed to have been hers. she said she gave it to the &lt;strong&gt;bazarre&lt;/strong&gt; committee during their school festival. well, guess what? i indeed bought mine at their school festival, from the bazarre. *sweatdrops* really, it's an amazingly small world that we have under our feet). so anyway, we left the grand hotel, and headed for the not so grand trains. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i need to say that i had to stand up and have my arms ache during one of the successive train rides? if your answer is &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;, then good, 'cause i don't plan on repeating what i've just said. let's fast forward on to the end of the train rides, shall we? although it's still a not so pleasant setting: we entered the comfort room only to find out that there's only one cubicle, so we had to take turns, like children lining up for the candies given away by the clowns at a birthday party, except the candies turned out to be an unpleasantly unclean comfort room in our case. after that, we rode taxis (my LP actually had the others leave me behind and the two of us rode together), and finally, we arrived at our real destination of the day (by foot, since the taxi had to stop at one point where there are too many people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what the shop is really called, but the famous spot near it is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kiyo mizu dera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a temple that is built high above the mountains, and famous for the criss-crossing wood that holds the whole thing up. and there's also a spot a little down the mountain where people line up to drink water. i think those two are the main attractions of the place, except maybe a handful of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maiko-san&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s walking around. (they are apprentice geisha. have you read &lt;strong&gt;The Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;/strong&gt;? then you'd probably have an idea. it's the stage before someone becomes a real geisha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? i've been part of one of those attractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shop wherein we first stopped is actually a restaurant, with a &lt;strong&gt;maiko-san make-over salon &lt;/strong&gt;at the back. that's were we headed. as far as i can remember, we arrived there at about ten in the morning, and left at 12 noon. the preparations were &lt;strong&gt;that long&lt;/strong&gt;. okay, let me give a brief drescription:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;first, we changed into thin white robes. there weren't any males around so it was kinda fine. it was funny because we were changing behind one side of a white clothe, while on the other side there was this girl who just finished her preparations and were having her picture-taking. so anyway, we also wore the cute japanese kimono socks. it's white like normal socks, but wasn't made with the stretchy fabric so it really didn't cling onto our feet. it also has something like a sole, and there's a partition between the big toe and and other four toes. (weird description, sorry.) after that, we had our hair pulled back and captured within nets, and then we were asked to clean our face, i think it was with baby oil. &lt;em&gt;yoshi.&lt;/em&gt; all ready for the make-up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, you guessed it right. the make-up was white, pure white for our faces up to a little above our chests and with a design i've never known before on our napes. wow, i was amazed. then came the red for our eyes, lips and eyebrows (yeah, i was surprised with this one too), and of course there's the usual mascarra and stuff. and then the best part of the preparation: picking the &lt;em&gt;kimono&lt;/em&gt;. *jumps around in enthusiasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite colors are blue and black, but i've already worn &lt;em&gt;yukata's&lt;/em&gt; in those two colors so i couldn't decide well how to pick my &lt;em&gt;kimono&lt;/em&gt;. in the end, my LP picked one for me (or rather forced? just kidding). i was neutral about it at first, but after wearing it and judging from all of the people's reactions, i liked it. it's red, with all the flowers and stuff, and the bottom is black. oh, i just can't describe it with words! sorry. *flashes peace sign*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's get on to the &lt;em&gt;dressing &lt;/em&gt;part. above the thin white robe, next came another white piece, with red sleeves printed with bits of white. that was just for the top so a matching skirt followed. and then, there's this hard thing placed around my nape and crossed in front of me, and then kept in place by a strip of clothe tied around me. if i remember it right, the real &lt;em&gt;kimono&lt;/em&gt; came next, tied around me with another strip of clothe, and then secured in place by a wide red clothe that was wrapped around my waist up to hip region. then came this pink hard thing above my stomach and small pillows on my back, and then the great &lt;em&gt;obi&lt;/em&gt; in cream with gold flowers and design. i really loved that! there was an orange and green rope tied around the middle of my obi, with an ornament at the front and a circle of pearls. then came this red thing to cover up the part of the hard thing on my stomach that was peeking out, and last but not the least, the long continuation of the &lt;em&gt;obi&lt;/em&gt; was secured behind me and hung like a great sparkling banner. *dreamy look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last part before completing the preparation was the hair. they have ready made hairs there, and they picked the one with the yellow flowers for me. it was itchy and heavy, but i like how it looked on me anyway. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before finally setting off, we had our picture taking. the first one was with a red japanese style umbrella, the next was with a ball, and the last one was with a fan. *ear-to-ear smile* i sooo felt like an &lt;em&gt;artista&lt;/em&gt; at that time! *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, off we went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/maiko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were four of us dressed like &lt;em&gt;maiko-san's - &lt;/em&gt;me, my LP's niece (in a white and gray &lt;em&gt;kimono&lt;/em&gt;), my LP's pretty daughter (in a blue one), and my LP's son's wife (in a pink and purple gorgeous outfit) - walking with my LP, who was like a photographer because of the amount of cameras that were dangling from her body as she took the lead. we walked around the place until 2:30, the delay caused by multiple stops when foreigners and japanese people alike asked us if they could have pictures with us. &lt;em&gt;grabe, feeling artista na talaga&lt;/em&gt;. it was so tiring but so fun at the same time. and i bet all those people never realized that i'm not japanese! there were even two filipinas who asked if they could have a pic with us. &lt;em&gt;musta naman?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feet were a little sore after walking for two and a half hours in that high wooden slipper, but i still managed a smile for our last picture outside the shop. we removed our outfit and washed ourselves, and i had to tie my hair again because it got frizzy, although my fringe was messy and i couldn't do anything much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked for about eternity until we reached this place wherein finally, we had lunch. &lt;em&gt;yasai tendon&lt;/em&gt;, as my food was called. it was delicious but way too much for me so it took me quite some time to finish it all up. we took another look at each other's studio pictures, and then decided to get moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stopped by two shops, and i bought two packs of yummy food, which i later on decided to give to my other LP and to the &lt;em&gt;akita&lt;/em&gt; family (my one-week homestay last october) since i'd be staying over their house again the upcoming thursday. the day was finally over when we decided to face the pain of crowded train rides yet again, although there was a break in which i got to eat a &lt;strong&gt;drool-worthy banana caramel cake. &lt;/strong&gt;yum. we passed by USJ again in order to get to the bus, and my LP's niece bought &lt;em&gt;takoyaki&lt;/em&gt; and gave a piece to me when we were settled in the vehicle. we said good bye to our other two companions after the cake-y dinner, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't recall bits of the bus ride. i was sleeping like a baby then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my LP's niece went down at &lt;em&gt;iida&lt;/em&gt;, and i went down with my LP at &lt;em&gt;matsukawa&lt;/em&gt; (almost leaving behind one of my pink earrings on my seat. it miraculously got detached from my ear). i stayed over at her house until monday. just slept in until sunday noon, visited her best friend sunday afternoon, and did my homework sunday night. the monday was a school day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew, all finished! glad i took time to write this. there are still many others that i want to write about, but they could wait until i find the time. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for today, went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to watch my sister play cello, and hang round with my mom and grandma. and do you know that today is a very happy day? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;oist, happy 9th.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *belat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee, finished this longer than i expected. gotta run. God bless and good night! *peace* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-116393446321142375?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/116393446321142375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=116393446321142375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116393446321142375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116393446321142375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2006/11/trip-as-in-part-2.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-116323795388020470</id><published>2006-11-11T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:55:22.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>color quiz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;okay, this may be the last test for the day. believe me, i was surprised with the results of the last two tests before this one, but this one is the most shocking of all. i mean, i garnered a bunch of results just from clicking colors according to which one made me feel best, second best, and so on. go and take the quiz, and you may be surprised as well. there's a link at the bottom of my results page. anyway, here goes the preview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" bgcolor="lightgreen" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com"&gt;&lt;img height="32" alt="ColorQuiz.com" src="http://www.colorquiz.com/images/colorquizlogosmall2.gif" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;joyce took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test! &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Her need to feel more causative and to have a wide..."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com/cgi-bin/results.cgi?do=print_blog&amp;picked1=2,1,3,4,7,6,5,0,3&amp;amp;picked2=4,3,5,6,0,2,7,1,0&amp;sex=f&amp;amp;blog_name=joyce"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to read the rest of the results.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--End ColorQuiz.com code--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yumm. i could smell the fish that my father's cooking now. time for dinner! i'm starving. and maybe i get to go and play badminton later. if all goes well. *jumps with glee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless! *peace*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-116323795388020470?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/116323795388020470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=116323795388020470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116323795388020470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116323795388020470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2006/11/color-quiz.html' title='color quiz.'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-116323669840106938</id><published>2006-11-11T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:21:08.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>big five.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, here's the result of another test. really, now i'm totally convinced that i still don't know myself all too well. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.outofservice.com/bigfive/results/?o=10&amp;amp;c=8&amp;amp;e=27&amp;amp;a=44&amp;amp;n=55"&gt;I'm a O10-C8-E27-A44-N55 Big Five!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-116323669840106938?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/116323669840106938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=116323669840106938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116323669840106938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116323669840106938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2006/11/big-five.html' title='big five.'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-116323389020720534</id><published>2006-11-11T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:49:42.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>which HP kid am i?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;really. i just stumbled into a list of the most commonly entered keywords for personality tests, and decided to take the harry potter test first and foremost. i was totally surprised with result! believe me, &lt;strong&gt;they&lt;/strong&gt; are not soo like me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://pages.prodigy.net/hpdevo/quiz/fng.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still can't help but laugh when i look at this picture. those of you who know me well may probably be equally surprised as i am with this one. *laughs out loud* &lt;strong&gt;i am most like the weasley twins&lt;/strong&gt;. who would have guessed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee~ let's try another one! *grins* and if you want to take the harry potter test, click here: &lt;a href="http://pages.prodigy.net/hpdevo/quiz"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;which HP kid are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-116323389020720534?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/116323389020720534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=116323389020720534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116323389020720534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116323389020720534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2006/11/which-hp-kid-am-i.html' title='which HP kid am i?'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-116312439722731816</id><published>2006-11-11T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:17:21.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trip. as in. </title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, here we go with the continuation! if you're someone who's used to reading my fanfictions then you'd probably complained that &lt;em&gt;''si joyce naman, and hilig sa&lt;/em&gt; cliffhangers!'' *grins* so anyway, time to pull you away from the cliff. just sit back, relax and read on! *&lt;em&gt;byahe tayo&lt;/em&gt; gesture*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, here you go! warm and fresh from the oven - &lt;strong&gt;universal studios japan&lt;/strong&gt;! *background setting pops out of thin air* to get this story-telling going smoothly, let me just enumerate the certain spots within &lt;strong&gt;usj&lt;/strong&gt; which we were lucky enough to have visited:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(1) wicked&lt;/strong&gt;. a new musical at the land of oz, which lasted for 30 minutes (half the period of time that we spent in line). as this musical's subtitle states, it generally portrays ''the untold story of the witches of oz''. nice eh? well, if you don't know who those witches are, let me give you a quick introduction: one is the good witch of the east and the other, as you may have guessed by now, is of course, the evil witch of the west. the plot may seem more predictable if i would describe the latter as &lt;strong&gt;the wicked &lt;/strong&gt;witch of the west. hope that wasn't a big spoiler. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(2)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;jaws&lt;/strong&gt;. i haven't seen the film yet, but i know that the movie is mainly about sharks. or is it? if it is, well, so is this ride. we got into a huge boat and had a quick tour, within which we encountered &lt;strong&gt;very realistic&lt;/strong&gt; sharks and got sprinkled with water and witnessed other sort of chaos about at least a meter from where we were seating. &lt;em&gt;uper astig&lt;/em&gt;. i also had a lot of fun watching our tour guide. she was so animated and so, so cute. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(3) waterworld.&lt;/strong&gt; we got in line a little late so we had to stand at the back. but it wasn't really a big loss. from up there we could see the whole setting, and we were saved from getting wet. before the actual drama started, we (the audience) were all taught to do the ''boo'' action, and got into a little game. the audience was divided into two, and the half that does the ''boo'' with less spirit gets to be thrown buckets of water. *grins* it was a crack up to see that the people sitting up front were wearing raincoats. *laughs out loud* smart people, weren't they? *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(4) jurassic park. &lt;/strong&gt;the ride was awesome! and my LP must have been a girl scout because she was well-prepared. before boarding the boat, we were clad in raincoats, awaiting the splash that was soon to come. i never really got to understand the explanations because they were in Japanese, but it was fun anyway. of course the (&lt;em&gt;ala log-jam&lt;/em&gt;) splash was the best, although i didn't like how the picture turned out to be. my face didn't look nice. *frowns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(5) back to the future.&lt;/strong&gt; ever been to enchanted kingdom's realto? well it's sorta like that. you get a seat (or in this case, a car) that moves in a manner that matches the scenes that unfold before you. cool eh? and since i love riding the realto, i also enjoyed this ride very much. i got to sit up front in the car, and it was hilarious to see that there are a couple of other cars beside our own, also bumping and shaking in accordance with the movie in front of us. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(6) spiderman.&lt;/strong&gt; the concept is so just like the back to the future ride, but i'm pretty confident in saying that this ride is the best ride ever. one big difference is that the movie was in 3d. great~ it was really awesome! i was also surprised to find that there were other effects like droplets of water and heat , all in perfect harmony with what we were seeing. i'm also pretty satisfied with how the picture turned out to be: me wearing the 3d shades was so cool and was a big crack up, though of course, it was totally out-of-character. i didn't buy the pic though. &lt;strong&gt;soo expensive&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(7) shopping.&lt;/strong&gt; after we have used up all the tickets in our express-4 booklets, we looked for a nice spot for the evening play, and then went throwing our money away. &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;, i have never spent that much in a period such as a couple of hours, not even when i had my hair cut for more than 3000 yen. (a yen is equal to 50 centavos. go and give your brain some exercise. *grins*) i bought a can of cookies and candies for my class, another can of cookies for my club, choco crunches for home, and 5 tiny tin cans with 2 candies inside each. whew. i could consider that a big shopping experience, but compared to what my LP's niece bought, my baggage wasn't big enough. my sweets didn't even reach half of hers. woah. anyway, in addition to the snacks, i also bought an elmo phone strap for my phone, and a small key chain for my sister. whew. shopping took eternity. *wipes sweat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(8) peter pan.&lt;/strong&gt; we sat on the mat that my LP also bought, at the space that we reserved for ourselves before we got almost bankrupt. dinner was as follows: a burger, fries, 2 pieces of nuggets, and a small box of &lt;em&gt;soba&lt;/em&gt; that i shared with my LP's niece. nice! and the play was nice too, althugh i still haven't figured out whether i drifted off to sleep or just daydreamed while the show was on. evidently, i couldn't remember a huge part of what we saw. *sweatdrops*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(9) picture taking.&lt;/strong&gt; i actually thought we'd never do this. although i didn't get a picture with crash (most playstation fanatics are probably familiar with the bandicot &lt;&lt;&gt;usj&lt;/strong&gt; paradise, we got packed like sardines inside the trains. honestly, i was so close to crying at that time. it was alright being compressed since the people around me were mostly females, but my luggage turned out to be getting heavier every minute, and my arms were the most sore parts of my body after decent space was bestowed upon us. *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despisable as the demon the train ride must have been, it just made me appreciate the luxury of the hotel more. moriguchi, the royal pines, is one grand place, and i was actually happy that i had my room to myself. i took a nice shower and got the chance to exchange mails with yuka, although it made me a little lonely, finding out that they were all together playing &lt;strong&gt;uno&lt;/strong&gt; til late, while i was there sitting on my hotel bed quite alone. *turns teary-eyed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep while trying to repack my things in preparation for the next day, since we were going to have the hotel send our luggage home in the morning. it was good that i woke up early enough to finish the necessary preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to be continued&lt;&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i just joined the guitar club today. asuka joined yesterday, and since we have been planning to join the club long before, i decided to join today after finding out that she was already in. i&lt;strong&gt; can't &lt;/strong&gt;play the guitar though, and i haven't tried playing it seriously in my whole life. *okay, breathe.* probably you're wondering why the hell i wanted to join the club. well, i wanted to sing, and asuka and rena (who both belonged to the club before i jumped in) both told me that i could join the club and just sing. okay, &lt;strong&gt;sweet&lt;/strong&gt;. but after asuka introduced me to the club seniors today (&lt;em&gt;mga 'senpai'&lt;/em&gt;), i felt like i had to learn how to play the guitar. and so, my fingers are slightly sore now. but hey, i'm not complaining. the club leader said that maybe after a month me and asuka would be able to play the guitar well, and i would like to be able to accomplish that goal. at 5:45, i became an official member of the guitar club, and until 6:15 we had our private tutorials from the club leader and the lady &lt;em&gt;senpai&lt;/em&gt;. okay, gotta work hard! &lt;em&gt;ganbaru yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i happened to run into matsumura on the way to the club room, and i got to ride the train with him again. i &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; love train rides in the countryside, and chatting inside the train for about 20 minutes is good enough to relieve me of the stress that are stuck on me all day. after dinner at home, guess what? i actually indulged into playing the guitar, and it was already around 11 that i realized that i've been practicing for more than two hours already! *laughs out loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, seriously, i think i have to go now. that was a long read eh? &lt;em&gt;ostukare sama deshita.&lt;/em&gt; i don't know why someone would even bother to read a post as long as mine, but since you did, then i thank you deeply. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja,&lt;/em&gt; God bless! &lt;em&gt;oyasumi nasai~!&lt;/em&gt; *peace*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-116312439722731816?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/116312439722731816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=116312439722731816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116312439722731816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116312439722731816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2006/11/trip-as-in_11.html' title='trip. &lt;i&gt;as in. &lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-116297918323274547</id><published>2006-11-08T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T18:42:51.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trip.  as in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;woah. there are so many things to write about but i don't know where to start. *grins* anyway, here goes! plug your ears with &lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt; because i'm sure to rant away. wee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i get on with &lt;strong&gt;the real trip&lt;/strong&gt;, just want to let you all know that i forgot it was halloween last 31. *&lt;em&gt;ouch&lt;/em&gt;* hey, you can't blame me. i was busy as hell. and am still is. *pouts* anyway, i was pretty amused coz the japanese people give away candies at halloween. i received sweets from my buddies and classmates, and got pretty &lt;strong&gt;envious&lt;/strong&gt; when the first group (i belong to the seventh one) bagged kitkat after winning the game at english class. argh. *cries* but hey, don't get me wrong. halloween was fun, even without witches and pumpkins hanging from department store ceilings. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, what now? oh yeah, &lt;strong&gt;the trip&lt;/strong&gt;. it's been 3 months since the getaway was planned; i remember one of my LP's telling me last summer (during the curry party *drools*) that she's planned a surprise trip for me on november. and i wondered why she was telling me. i mean, it was a surprise, right? *sweatdrops*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, by the way, curry rice is a very spicy dish that's so popular here in japan. of course, it tastes like curry because there's curry powder in it *&lt;em&gt;pagpasensyahan ang pilosopo&lt;/em&gt;* and as for what an LP is, well.. LP stands for liaison person. actually, i have two of them. they take care of school stuff and other papers and documents for me. &lt;em&gt;naks naman, feeling sosyal&lt;/em&gt;. *laughs out loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, obviously, it's november! it's pretty cold here now and everything, but anyway ditch that because that's not what i want to write about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;etoh na talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the trip&lt;/strong&gt; was last november 3 and 4, and my LP picked me up from my house and had me stay for the night at her home at nov 2. the planned time was 9 pm, and she arrived at 8:30 so i had her wait for me for half an hour. *grins sheepishly* okay, call me a mean little devil or whatever, but i just couldn't help it that time. i got home at about 8, so what do you expect? anyway, i ate dinner at her house (carbonara that my mom bought for me at 7 11) surrounded by three &lt;strong&gt;super-energetic&lt;/strong&gt; dogs that kept on jumping around me (i was sitting on the floor because the table was low. the room was styled like the traditional japanese homes *smug smile*). after that i took a bath and packed my things for the trip. i got to sleep on the &lt;em&gt;futon&lt;/em&gt; with my LP's niece who is about the same age as me. it was cold but the &lt;em&gt;futon&lt;/em&gt; was nice. by the way, it's the japanese style 'bed'. it's like a matress on the floor with the sheets and pillow and everything, and a thick and warm blanket (the one really referred to as &lt;em&gt;futon&lt;/em&gt;). *another smug smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my LP's niece had to wake me up when the alarm rang at 5:30. we drove to matsukawa and left the car there, and got onto the bus and had our butts ache after sitting for about 4 hours. just kidding. there were stop-overs so it was okay, but we just went to the toilet and back to the bus anyway (although at one stop we bought breakfast). i took my nap since the opportunity was there, and in no time we arrived at our destination. though we still had to line up before we could go in. here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7778/3922/1600/usj.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j317/j0yce_18/usj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;nyahaha. i just can't help but laugh when i remember how it was like. it was one of the most glamorous places that i've ever been. *dreamy look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry to say that i have to leave this hanging for a while. gotta run for dinner. sorry. just let your own imagination work for a while, okay? *peace sign*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja&lt;/em&gt;, ready to go! God bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" size="8pt" face="verdana, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&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/35298931-116297918323274547?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/116297918323274547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=116297918323274547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116297918323274547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116297918323274547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2006/11/trip-as-in.html' title='trip. &lt;i&gt; as in.&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-116161337504637430</id><published>2006-10-24T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T23:33:36.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>puyat session.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew. i can't believe it. (aren't there just so many things that i can't believe? *laughs out loud*) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nakapagpuyat ako sa harap ng pc&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;as in.&lt;/em&gt; i can't explain the emotions that are stirring within me now. &lt;em&gt;hisashiburi&lt;/em&gt; as they call it in Japanese, when it's been so long since you last did something. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;okay, don't look at me like that. everybody knows that i spend my friday and saturday nights in front of the pc and doing a large amount of surfing and replying to the messages that have piled up &lt;em&gt;everywhere&lt;/em&gt;, but tonight is different. it's different because there's school tomorrow and i'm only allowed to use the pc after dinner when classes are off the next day. another point is that what i've busied myself with is schoolwork. &lt;em&gt;grabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;you're free to ask me if i'm crazy or anything, but really, now that i've experienced this again, i suddenly missed all the &lt;em&gt;puyat sessions&lt;/em&gt; that i had when i was in high school. &lt;em&gt;uper memorable talaga ang risci.&lt;/em&gt; i miss trying to stay awake with my head hanging like a doll's for every 10 minutes as i slip into slumber. i miss chatting with the other&lt;em&gt; hapiters&lt;/em&gt; and being agitated when they say ''&lt;em&gt;yey, tapos na ko. una na ko ha?&lt;/em&gt;''. i miss crying when i realize that it's almost 5 a.m. and i still have a page or two to type. i miss withstanding my mom's scoldings from outside the bathroom whenever she had to get up just to print my report for me while i take a bath. again, call me crazy or anything but &lt;strong&gt;i miss cramming&lt;/strong&gt;. (okay, for those of you who are cursing the person who first crammed and started the habit.. well, don't sue me. i just can't help but feel this way.) &lt;em&gt;haii, ang senti.&lt;/em&gt; just stretch your patience for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, it's not that i've never crammed since i came here. that's impossible. i still cram, but i do it at school and in between classes. &lt;em&gt;naks!&lt;/em&gt; it's just that we were never really given work to accomplish using the computer, and that's what i miss. the usual homework, for example in math, is the sort like ''find the area of the triangle..blah blah blah..''. to be solved and written on your notebook. just like that. oh, but the problem is written in japanese, so it takes me eternity to solve them sometimes. funny how i managed to survive four sets of exams already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, enough with the drama. just thought i'd write about my slightly out-of-the-ordinary day. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;wait, have i mentioned that there will be a debate on november? well, there will be one, and my school's language/english club will jump into the arena. yup, &lt;strong&gt;my club&lt;/strong&gt;. and for the past few weeks, we've been working overtime at school to smoothen out all that needs to be prepared. but today, the overtime work has been extended and has reached my home. my friend shoichi (known to everyone as &lt;strong&gt;sporty&lt;/strong&gt; because of his sporty glasses that he wore since back then when he was still a baseball player) sent me the paragraph that he had translated from japanese into english, and what i had to do was check the grammar and the construction of the sentences and send the whole thing back to him afterwards. sounds like a piece of cake, but it took me a long time to finish the work. especially because me and shoichi were also exchanging mails during that time (okay, my craving to have a phone is awakaned yet again! *sighs*). after &lt;em&gt;10 years&lt;/em&gt;, the paragraph has finally been received and printed by mister sporty. shame that he had to wait until this late. it was also sort of my fault why he had to work for the debate in the first place. you see, i was supposed to be in the debate team of 4 (with yuka, mami and acchan), but on the day of the debate my LP had plans to take me to osaka and kyoto (which, according to acchan and to my club teacher, are places that i shouldn't miss visiting), so shoichi had to take my place. seems like he's known to speak good English. anyway, he wasn't even a member of our club, but he had to join and sign the contract. i just can't help but feel pleased because he's been working so hard. he even brought his laptop last saturday, and he had lots of good music and a program that translates japanese into english and vice versa! (which was so convenient, although the translations are sometimes kinda strange *laughs*). there's still a lot of cramming to do, so i hope to be able to see his laptop again. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah, weird how i suddenly get into sleepy mode in just a second. anyway, work's done so i guess it wouldn't hurt to start counting sheeps. (one, two, three.. *yawns*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i still have a slice of cake to eat though. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ja ne! &lt;/em&gt;God bless you always. sweet dreams! &lt;em&gt;oyasumi nasai! &lt;/em&gt;*peace*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-116161337504637430?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/116161337504637430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=116161337504637430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116161337504637430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116161337504637430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2006/10/puyat-session.html' title='&lt;i&gt;puyat&lt;/i&gt; session.'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-116151035112255606</id><published>2006-10-22T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T17:18:56.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>craving. &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i can't quite believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i've survived &lt;strong&gt;seven months&lt;/strong&gt; without a mobile phone. this girl who could spend her whole day lying on her bed and texting actually lived a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; span of 7 months without her beloved phone. great, i did a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but now, my calm is shattered. maybe it's because last friday, i spent 30 minutes waiting for someone - &lt;em&gt;anyone -&lt;/em&gt; to fetch me from the train station. *sighs* if i had a phone then, my parents would have been aware that ''hey, it's past seven and our girl still isn't home.'' oh, i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or maybe because last night, i got to exchange mails with my clubmate, yuka. you see, i could send mails from the computer to her phone and vice versa, with the superb aid of yahoo mail. great eh? last night was like heaven; it was like having my phone again. oh, i so, so miss &lt;em&gt;him.&lt;/em&gt; *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so now, i'm so &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to have a phone. my sister bought a new one just half an hour ago, and i've been crossing my fingers since then. wish she'd lend me her old one (which is actually moe's). *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;*sniffs* okay, enough. i'm being a brat again. &gt;.&lt;&gt;fly high and be free!&lt;/strong&gt; maybe because i want to be free from all the schoolwork and all the stuff that i need to accomplish, or maybe i just want to get over this &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crazy craving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to have a mobile phone. argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;okay, enough is enough. *stomach grumbles* now, i'm starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kei, dinner's getting ready. gotta run. God bless! *peace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35298931-116151035112255606?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/116151035112255606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=116151035112255606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116151035112255606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116151035112255606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2006/10/craving.html' title='craving. &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-116116729495192761</id><published>2006-10-18T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T22:46:45.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>class match - dekita!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;do you know what a &lt;strong&gt;class match&lt;/strong&gt; is? it's the term used in iida high school (and i guess it's the same term for other schools as well) for the event in which each class competes with the other classes within the batch in six neck-breaking sports: basketball, volleyball, softball, soft tennis, badminton and table tennis. it's fun, all right, if you're not a bummer in sports as i am. and if girls and boys go into separate categories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;yup, you get to smash into members of the opposite sex if you choose to play the former three sports, and when you choose the latter three, you might end up dodging smashes and light-fast receives instead of actually playing (if you're in a pair of girls facing two well-built guys, that is). i've been through the &lt;em&gt;ilag&lt;/em&gt; moments last spring, having lost two matches against two pairs of guys from other classes. my class was 8th place in badminton, and there are eight classes in our batch. got it? good. if you'd bet i cried after the last match, well, you have something to gain. this crybaby cried indeed. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;anyway, spring's over, and after summer went by as well, it's autumn now. iida high school students compete in two class matches in an academic year. and yesterday until today, the autumn version of the class match drained all my power. *laughs out loud*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;but hey, i maybe a loser when it comes to sports, but i have to admit that i indeed enjoy this season's class match. this time, i played tennis (although i really wanted to play badminton), and i am flattering myself by assuring me that my performance was good enough for someone who learned the rules and practiced service the morning before the match, and practiced receiving&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;during the first match itself. whew, i did gain a ton of shame after all the mistakes i did. i cried after we lost the second match. i just couldn't do the underhand service, so i had to go with the overhead style. the ball passed over the net, all right, but it went either straight (it had to bounce into the opposite side of the side where i release the ball) or out of the court (which happened because i tried to face diagonally so the ball would not go straight). argh! i was so frustrated at myself, and honestly considered myself as the cause of our loss. but my teammates wouldn't hear the end of it. before i could pour out all the apology that i wanted to tell them, they had enumerated all the things that i could do well, saying that those things are more than just being able to play a sport well. i had to admit those compliments made me burst into tears. but, those tears were tears of joy at that time. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;my tennis team ended up at 7th place (okay, you know how many classes there are), and my class ended up &lt;strong&gt;second over-all&lt;/strong&gt;. basketball got 7th place, badminton and table tennis bagged 1st, volleyball reached third and the softball team settled at 5th. (with my classmate kubota atsumi as the pitcher. she was totally cool! *&lt;em&gt;kilig&lt;/em&gt; effect*) we were all surprised with the over-all results; we beat class&lt;strong&gt; h&lt;/strong&gt;, the class that ranked 1st over-all last spring. *yatta!* this time, class &lt;strong&gt;e &lt;/strong&gt;dominated our batch, and i could say that my classmates were also happy for them because they really deserved to be on top! my clubmates also belong to class &lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;, so we had fun chatting along after the class match was over. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;by the way, we also did &lt;em&gt;relay&lt;/em&gt;. my class went last though. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;woah, this turned out to be longer than i've expected. guess i'm still having the hang-over of indulging into sports. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;back to normal school life. *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;wee~! God bless! *peace*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&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/35298931-116116729495192761?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/116116729495192761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=116116729495192761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116116729495192761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/116116729495192761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2006/10/class-match-dekita.html' title='class match - dekita!'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-115987232173079303</id><published>2006-10-03T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T22:46:14.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>helped! ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;wai, i've figured out how i could put post titles! i really don't like rambling on from one post to another without titles in between, so i had to find a way. whew! *wipes off sweat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;really, it was so weird. the space for typing the post title literally &lt;strong&gt;doesn't appear&lt;/strong&gt; on the &lt;u&gt;create post&lt;/u&gt; sayonara&lt;/em&gt; to that problem, so that's behind me now! *acts like am waving goodbye at someone* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;okay, i'm losing my head again. *sweatdrops*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;so ayun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;thanks to the help section of blogger, i was &lt;em&gt;helped&lt;/em&gt;! *worships the help section*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;by the way, i also have my shoutbox now! credits go to my besty &lt;strong&gt;bea&lt;/strong&gt;! just clicked on the shoutmix link below her shoutbox. *wants to hug her besty but can't* aww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anyway, time for dinner! &lt;em&gt;ja ne!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;God bless! *peace* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&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/35298931-115987232173079303?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/115987232173079303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=115987232173079303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/115987232173079303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/115987232173079303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2006/10/helped.html' title='helped! ^^'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-115987171929277740</id><published>2006-10-01T18:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T22:45:36.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramble.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;yey! finally, the skin's intact! nyahaha. *dances like crazy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wait, i have a problem. why isn't there a space for entry titles here in blogger? argh! am i just blind or is there a problem with my browser? *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, it's sort of freezing here. and dinner's getting ready. so maybe i'd leave this hanging here. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, God bless! *peace*&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/35298931-115987171929277740?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/115987171929277740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=115987171929277740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/115987171929277740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/115987171929277740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2006/10/ramble.html' title='ramble.'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298931.post-115987150936454916</id><published>2006-10-01T03:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T22:44:25.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog`s up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;whew. i really don't know what came into me. just decided to put up a blog, and now it's up! yey! *jumps with glee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's exactly 3 in the morning here and i still haven't caught some winks. shocks. am i really this desperate to put this blog up? anyhow, i hope dismissing slumber would pay off well. (though i'm pretty sure it would take me several more &lt;em&gt;puyat&lt;/em&gt; sessions to make this blog as decent as.. well.. as decent as a decent blog should be. *sweatdrops*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my, my eyes have suddenly grown heavier! how long does it take to download blog skins anyway? i hope not longer than the time i spent choosing one.. which is a couple of hours. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i've decided. i gotta sleep! and fast! i don't think i'd be able to keep this up any longer. argh! plan to download the skin some other time. woosh! now, here i fly, to the great oblivion of sleep! *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(honestly, don't you think i'm crazy? *sighs*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless! have a pleasant night! *peace*&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/35298931-115987150936454916?l=0blivi0usness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/feeds/115987150936454916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35298931&amp;postID=115987150936454916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/115987150936454916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35298931/posts/default/115987150936454916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0blivi0usness.blogspot.com/2006/10/blogs-up.html' title='blog`s up!'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17314273810124078762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
