<?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-1120358570194801036</id><updated>2011-07-28T04:21:40.974-07:00</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='sad'/><category term='lenten'/><category term='funny'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='movies'/><category term='goodluck'/><category term='new'/><category term='boys'/><category term='Math'/><category term='hell'/><category term='goal'/><category term='cute'/><category term='bad mood'/><category term='super fail'/><category term='summer'/><category term='tips'/><category term='teacher'/><category term='classes'/><category term='Boys Night 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href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z155025032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, isn't it amazing?? Yes, right! I'm talking about the long weekend! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes still sting because of the onions in Sisig Hooray. Or maybe, it's just effin tired for the whole day sun-rain bonanza. It was Friday, who's gonna blame Intac for sucking a Friday? :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, I really beat the clock! I woke up at 7:05 AM at this perfect day where I made bets with Gerald. He notices that I'm always late for God's class, and so I am standing corrected! If I'll be late for today, I'll make "batok" God (and that would grant me an automatic F siguro) pero good thing, I made it to 7:29!!! Ha! Our room was in CTC third floor. When I was running up the stairs, I can see God who is just about to run up the stairs which means that I am succeeding!! ISN'T IT AMAZING?? :P He should thank me he got away with my supposed-to-be "batok". Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lit got me tied around the word SLEEPY. We talked about the symbols of "Wedding Dance" and how I am so not interested!! :)) I so curse that story for making me want more sleep since we had an assignment last night about the AMAZING story..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Lit, same old scene, we went to Caf Up to eat and play cards. Carlos, Star, and I played some batches of 99. AND GOSH! I was the one who taught all of them this orphaned game from high school! BUROG PA KO! For three games, I was the biggest loser. ISN'T IT AMAZING??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biotech talks are about fermentation!! And everyone got hyped for Wednesday! Because Miss Trinket told us that it is FERMENTATION FOOD DAY! We get to bring fermented food (beer, cheese, kimchi, burong mangga, etc) and get to picnic on Wednesday! ISN'T IT AMAZING??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, Pat went with me to get my returned paper for English on the Dela Costa Hall. My heart smiled (oh boy i've seen it! haha) when it saw a smashing O.K on my paper. :D It was magical, the feeling of being accepted. :)) We then went to Schmitt to meet Dissa, Gruta, Anne and Camille to eat lunch together. Nicolle and Jojo went with us, and we chose to tambay at Sisig Hooray, where the first step to the door reeks the smell of bangong-sisig. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They ate lunch, while I dipped my tongue on a can of white soda. I hugged the cold air from the aircon while my eyes tingle of onion effects. Dissa brought her Mac and Camille has her Pavilion with her, and so we played while boredom struck. We took some weird pictures via the iPhoto of Mac and HP's picture software whatchamacallit. Hahaha. It was fun! We will do it again next time. ISN'T IT SO AMAZING???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going back to Bellarmine, we computed our predicted "sana QPI ko" because we passed in our INTAC-made QPI. I hope our assumptions were correct. :)) Sevy discussed how kicked out students all went to Kalayaan College. Humpty Dumpty wouldn't want to be kicked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At home, binanatan ko ang Kitkat and some Pistachios. My dad went home with a laptop sleeve for my baboon. My laptop's name is Baboon Misfit. But since it didn't fit him, I had to go back with him to Gateway and find another one. We forced one bag to fit him, and there. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going home, the raindrops partied like a rockstar. We are about to go home in Subic when the floods of Katipunan leaked out of the damn dams (are there dams in here? lol). We brought all the maletas down to the ground floor when the sight of traffic made it expected that we can't make it to the last trip. And so the plan is all ruined, thanks bombdrops. YOU ARE SO AMAZING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My back hurts but before I surrender the pain, I'll play one game of Typing Maniac and advertise the music video of Hiling by Silent Sanctuary. My peeps told me that it was made by the Loyola Film Circle. And so let's be proud of an Atenean product! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY LONG WEEKEND!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY "BITIN" VACAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOODLES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-4537795610707419984?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/4537795610707419984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/08/word-of-day-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/4537795610707419984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/4537795610707419984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/08/word-of-day-amazing.html' title='WORD OF THE DAY: AMAZING.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z155025032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-2039205967886521153</id><published>2009-08-26T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T07:21:58.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE NEED TO GET BETTER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z181586884.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z181586884.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it takes a matter of seconds to realize that you are happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad just got home today! As in the Philippines! Which means more chocolates and more bonding moments for the weekend. I just wish I'll have enough time to spend quality time with my family this weekend because as you know, I've been whining about why the weekend has to be for two days only!! D: I know that everyone will hafta agree with me for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just checked on my advisory grades for the midterms. And my reaction? It's not as good as I want it to be, although I expected that it will bother me much because I know that I've been slacking more than studying. And so, this struggling-more comes to the scene again. Hindi nyo lang alam how hard struggling is! Tapos struggling-more pa kaya?? Oh well, life is all about this shit and that. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how ironic!! After kong marealize last night that I should have to concentrate more and try to look at the serious side of school, dun naman ako nalate for English kanina!! How perfect na na-late ako kung kelan magrereport ang group namin! BANANA CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupidity naman kasi. Well, I slept around 12:30AM last night because I was forcing this pitied tiny, constantly decreasing brain to make a good point for the English assignment, and so I crumbled for more sleep. I alarmed my phone 6AM and so I woke up at 6AM. But I was hungry for more sleep, I closed my eyes again and whispered that "5 MINUTES MORE..." But the brain wanted more than that, so he ditched the alarm clock, and the next minute, I realized that it's already 7:30!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW FAST TIME GETS WHEN I WANT IT TO BE SLOW! HOW SLOW TIME GETS WHEN I WANT IT TO BE FAST!! And so I am right, that not everything in this world happens the way we want it to be.. But for Pete's sake, wanting time to be slower when I want it to be is not everything that I want (well maybe sometimes it is.) HAHAHA. Oh well, this crap is getting weirder and weirder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, tomorrow is more P.E. (no more relaxing..) and more Filipino (more incentives!) and more Math (MORE CRAZINESS AND CRANKINESS BY OUR TEACHER). :D Until when will it get any better??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I got a C+ in my Biotech Long Test which is not so bad with the way I expected the results to be. I was actually happy because I thought I'd be failing it. This is one proof that some things happen the way it should be!! That some things happen the way we want it to be. How lovely God is. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be studying math later. Gosh, just look at this struggling-more me!&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be sleeping a lot later. :P&lt;br /&gt;My stomach still hurts. I was too excited to eat a cookies and cream muffin, my stomach didn't take it. :))&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-2039205967886521153?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/2039205967886521153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-need-to-get-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/2039205967886521153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/2039205967886521153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-need-to-get-better.html' title='WE NEED TO GET BETTER.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z181586884.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-6608399061302557600</id><published>2009-08-20T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:31:14.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodluck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>SAGALA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z166213524.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z166213524.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kiss Section BBB goodluck for Sagala ng mga Sikat later. :)&lt;div&gt;Ours is Pagaspas and Lawiswis of Mulawin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hope to get recognition! (One-letter grade higher man lang in Fil!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; yes, our P.E is cancelled today. Oh whatta joy! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16 more meetings!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOODLES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-6608399061302557600?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/6608399061302557600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/08/sagala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/6608399061302557600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/6608399061302557600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/08/sagala.html' title='SAGALA'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z166213524.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-694797624426171134</id><published>2009-08-18T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T07:39:25.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homecoming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loser'/><title type='text'>SCREW-YOU TUESDAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thretrothatsnasty-_TAYLER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thretrothatsnasty-_TAYLER.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up my Tuesday.&lt;div&gt;Actually, I wouldn't be if not for P.E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so not in the mood, I died three times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First time ko lang nag-sparr na sobrang hindi man lang ako nakabawi. Sea and Maita mounted on top of me three times, without me doing revenge. Without me not even flickering the eye of the tiger. It sucks to suck. But hey, I'm just sucking today. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have to admit that I suck. I'm just not in my senses. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw Crush #3, #4, and #5 today! But I felt nothing. I was so absorbed about me being a loser that I didn't even enjoyed the fact that I saw them. (I'd be adding a new Crush #6! The guy I was watching yesterdey from across the caf. lol. At least, that guy made me felt something. :P) I don't like crush #3 anymore. I still like crush #4 but I haven't really got the time to look at him today. I'm shy e. Hahaha. And #5, I haven't really seen his face that much because my friend D has once again tried to ruin our friendship by offering herself as a bridge for me to meet him. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK. Enough of it. I failed Math Long Test 2, which is so PREDICTABLE! Our advisory marks will be posted on our AISIS some time this week, and what's more scary is that the school will mail it to the friggin parents. :| BOOHOO, BURGER PATTY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow should be rest day, but I guess, our Fil block won't be resting a lot. We'll be preparing for the "Sagala ng mga Sikat", a highly-celebrated event in the Ateneo. It's like a grandiose Linggo ng Wika. And we're making it more glamorous. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been a pigeon the whole afternoon, because I've been twice to the pigeonhole of Sir Pulan. And there are still no remarks of the latest topic proposals for our English paper. It sucks because I already want to see if I have been another super fail or have I already redeemed my soul from this LOSER DAY. But I guess, this day remains to be one hell of a disappointment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to highlight anymore my failing moments, but I've done almost everything to brag it all to you. So, there, I wish one good day will come, and I will bash these people with my greatness! Oh yeah, I've been gaining confidence in Math. I was called for a recitation, solve-this-number-on-the-board type, and good thing it was easier than what I had not hoped for. :)) God has been nice to me that he let another human being explain what I wrote in the board. Speaking of pass the wrong answer to the innocent. But, thankness! Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good news, guys! My dad's coming home this August 28. Hooray! I've been missing him a lot. And his homecoming denotes more bonding moments! I get to cut classes, just because I want to spend quality time with my family. In case you still don't know, my family has big big plans before the year ends. They are planning to leave me for good. And I don't want to talk about it now. It's heartbreaking!! But in any case, I'd have to prepare for it spiritually, and emotionally. I do have a choice, but it's so one-sided. SO, KISS ME GOODLUCK MACARONI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOODLES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-694797624426171134?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/694797624426171134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/08/screw-you-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/694797624426171134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/694797624426171134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/08/screw-you-tuesday.html' title='SCREW-YOU TUESDAY.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_thretrothatsnasty-_TAYLER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-1492954050606999840</id><published>2009-08-17T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:04:12.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>FEEL-GOOD MONDAY. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z150533169.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z150533169.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Monday is quite fun. :)&lt;div&gt;I watched my crush from across the caf. (Freaky ko no? lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thought that Monday is an early dismissal for me, is considered a joy already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the thought that Monday comes before Tuesday, which is P.E. day, it depresses me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see the train of thoughts in a pessimistic, worst-scenario-worrier's head?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so funny, because I don't understand myself. Whenever I'm at the gym waiting for P.E. to start, I always wish for a free cut (a salvation of the soul!!!). But then, God is so good to me, he lets time pass by so fast when it's P.E., I 'll just realize that the worst subject is already done. And that I have enjoyed myself even for just a minute. Oh well, I'm just not a P.E. person, and I am not physically enhanced. :))) How I wish there's an Eating subject! That would be so cool. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't seem to get it. Why are the holidays always on a Monday, a Wednesday or a Friday?? Til when will I wait for it to hit smack on Tuesday or Thursday?? The first sem is getting close to a finish (oh what a joy!) and I haven't experienced the joy of a Tuesday/Thursday holiday yet!! You get me?? When God showered holidays, MWF were so selfish they catched everything. :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUBJECT UPDATES:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For English: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Hooray! I finished my bloody paper! I slept at around 1 AM this morning just to pass a three-paged horror for English! I woke up early today, which is a sign of a good day. (It looks like it was. :D) And which means that I am not late for English! I realized that I forgot my umbrella when I'm already pacing down the elevator. When I hit the ground floor, I glanced at the clouds (since you can see it from there) and yes, they are so GRAY, it was the imperfect time to forget my umbrella. (WAIT. WHAT'S THE CONNECTION OF FORGETTING MY UMBRELLA TO ENGLISH??) Our group has reported about the January 30 Insurrection and then more assignments since there are no classes on W and F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Literature: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;We finished watching "The Lottery" which is an uber freaky film. It was an old film, maybe made on the late 1990's. It's on VHS tape, so Ram had to rewind it from where we had stopped. Lol. We have to turn off the TV in rewinding, because there is no rewinder, and if we have to watch it go WHRRRR, it will actually spoil the ending. :)) By the way, our midterm papers were returned. I got a B. Not bad, but still not enough for Lit. But I won't dwell on it anymore. I guess I have to know better for the next exam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Biotech: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;We discussed ethical and moral issues of recombinant DNA technology. If animals have rights, and does it have a difference if animals were used for DNA testing with animals being eaten. We'll have our long test on Monday. SUCKINGLY. The day before the day our math midterms will be taken. UGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our Lit-NatSci break, I enjoyed a game of 99 with Star, Carlos, and J. Wong. Fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my lunch break, I enjoyed a plate of spaghetti from Athena's kitchen. Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also had a homosexual talk with Lanz, Karen and Jeune. FUNNY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chel, Karen, Kimmy, Lanz, and Jeune had to watch me play Typing Maniac! (via Lanz' laptop). ENJOY. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Jeune and Pat for helping me in my proposal. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it. TOODLES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-1492954050606999840?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/1492954050606999840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/08/feel-good-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/1492954050606999840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/1492954050606999840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/08/feel-good-monday.html' title='FEEL-GOOD MONDAY. :)'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z150533169.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-180712138283752158</id><published>2009-08-15T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T04:53:56.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midterms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pressure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loser'/><title type='text'>WHEN 'F' BECAME MORE THAN JUST A LETTER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z164996403-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z164996403-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, I received the biggest (loser) F in my life.&lt;div&gt;(It's the biggest yet, though I'm not looking forward into getting bigger than that..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, ladies and gents. I'm screwing up English. Never in my life have I been so depressed and downed by English. It used to be my comfort subject, aside from History. It used to give me joy and a great yearning for learning when it's English time. But I guess, it's true that everything fades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I say that I'm starting to hate English forever. But it just degrades my soul!! It's such a big thing for me, because I believe that it's the only thing that is possible for me to excel in, and now, I'm losing the chance BIG TIME!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hit my esteem and ego super big time! I'm not saying that I'm so great that I don't deserve an F in my essay, but it's just sad. Oh well, this should be a turning point for me. It means that I still have a lot of things to learn, and that I have all the rooms for improvement. This is one big challenge by the GREAT MAX PULAN! Sir, pity me. :| Pity us. Pity the whole R03 En-Lit block!! Lol. (Right, guys?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of En-Lit, our Lit midterms just took place last night. It was a mix of easy and hard, salty and sweet, and everything in between. It was hard in the sense that, since half of it depended on multiple choices worth 2 or 3 points each, one wrong circle on A, B, C, or D, makes me lose double or triple. SHIT. And another, it involved a lot of essay-type questions. Here comes the hard time explaining yourself in readable English. :)) But everything should be fine. SHOULD BE. I will be thinking positive to the nth level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, I'm at Olongaporn right now. It's so hot, it's so hot. One thing I hate when going home is the long travel time. Lately, I've been asking for more hours in a day! Just because I need more time for college stuffs! But since I want to go home and see my loving brethren, I would have to endure the three-hour bus ride, which leads to a lesser time to finish things. And lesser time to just relax for the weekend. But hey, who said that weekends are for relaxing?? If it is, teachers won't even bother to give assignments!! I am not shouting, this is the normal way I talk when I'm pounded by pressure in the head!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have to concentrate on this English paper, due on Monday. I can't afford to get a gross F again. It would be too much of humiliation already! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geertz be nice to me. (Geertz is the writer we will be commenting on for our essay. I do hope his soul will help me talk good in this MLA format paper.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah! I remembered! My 2nd Ma11 Long Test last Thursday felt like a stone hitting my head! It's making me realize that I won't answer anything even if I did all the studying already! Some questions were you know, I can deal with! But most of it are not. So yeah, I didn't answer three questions properly, which corresponds to thirty points I think?? (Whoever invented the idea of recognizing ten points per number, to hell with you!!) I just wrote what the mind thought of answering. I'll be wishing for partial points to my math ramblings. It's hard to create an intellegent guess in math, you see! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realized that I've been meeting hell a lot since the day I started studying in Ateneo! Lol. But this should be normal. If I need to be Satan to complement hell, I will be. :D So yeah, I'll be seeing hell again for the midterm exams in Math. Good heavens, good luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY. I better be going. I'll be amazing Pulan with my next paper. Ha! He'll just see! I should be oozing with my good grammar. I'll be practicing. SHIT! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOODLES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-180712138283752158?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/180712138283752158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-f-became-more-than-just-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/180712138283752158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/180712138283752158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-f-became-more-than-just-letter.html' title='WHEN &apos;F&apos; BECAME MORE THAN JUST A LETTER.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z164996403-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-7165835947301899138</id><published>2009-08-13T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T03:06:38.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kilig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><title type='text'>BLUSHING &amp; NAGMAMALANDI.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z167909347.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z167909347.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I got some free time today, I'd be tellin on my crushes. :P As my Ateneo friends know, I always poke them whenever I see my crushes around. Here is my A-blue crushie list. :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This guy is my first crush in the Ateneo. He was wearing purple that Monday, oh how can I forget?? Even my favorite color suited him. :)) He was supposed to be my classmate, but then, there's a conflict about his schedule, so he load revved. I was so sad when I knew that. It hyped me to go to school because of him, when suddenly my fate took it away from me. CHAKA. He's good at a sport that involves a pool, and I do hope that he won't find himself reading this someday and realize that he's actually him I'm talking about. That would be awkward!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a crush on this guy because of the Orsem. It was the first day of Orsem when we are assigned to seats. His block is seated at the back of our block, so when I looked back, I just saw him and then his appeal struck me like Zeus' lightning. Haha. He's tall, round eyes, and got dimples like Tenang's. When I talked to my block about him, one of my blockmate said that his cousin was one of the people sitting behind us. She even added that her cousin that she's talking about that might be the one I'm crushing on looks so gwapo and many liked him daw. OK, so maybe that was him, I don't know. Until one day, I pointed him to her and that was him! I better stop talking, nakakahiya na. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This third crush is an upper classman. That's what I think because he is a varsity player of my P.E. And I just saw him in the P.E. room once when coach was not around to teach us new routines. He had this rowdy look (geeky look, should I say) in his brown fitted shirt. It suited him so well. His muscles just fitted right into his shirt. I was just looking around, listening to his team members who acted as the coaches-for-the-day, when I glanced at him and saw him pull his shirt up!! HE WAS ACTUALLY CHANGING INTO HIS P.E. UNIFORM RIGHT INFRONT OF US. Holy abs gleamed like pork chops! HAHAHA. Since then, I always see him in the Sec-Walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fourth crush is in the same sport as #3. I always see him twice a week because of my P.E, and I always look at him just because there's something with him that looked so attractive although he's not as hot as 1, 2, 3, and not as good looking as them also. :)) ANG-BAD NA NG DATING. Basta, there is something in him that looked so cute! :)) Then one day, I just realized that he's an official part of my crush list na, because he talked to me and helped me do my routing. It was so nice of him. I know that he always helps us students, basta, he's just so nice talaga. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, yan palang yung super kong nakikita. Marami pang iba pero ayoko nang isa-isahin kasi minsan ko lang silang nakikita. Basta those four are the ultimate. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHAKA. STOP NA KO. BAKA MABISTO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOODLES! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-7165835947301899138?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/7165835947301899138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/08/blushing-nagmamalandi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/7165835947301899138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/7165835947301899138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/08/blushing-nagmamalandi.html' title='BLUSHING &amp; NAGMAMALANDI.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z167909347.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-2525937271758176390</id><published>2009-08-12T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T06:48:18.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><title type='text'>FUNCTIONING IMPROPERLY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z66779014.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z66779014.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAY 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think I'll be messing tomorrow's test.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can feel the pains of college hell, specifically Ateneo hell, right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't imagine myself analyzing Filipino literature tomorrow, and an hour after, analyzing numbers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that cutting my P.E class tomorrow will keep me from worrying too much of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to say sorry to coach and to myself for cutting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although, I feel good of not having to think about having body pains tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm slightly sad that I won't be seeing my crush tomorrow, but it's okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw a lot of my crushes today, although I was not in the mood to see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am perturbed with the readings in English. The feeling of reading the assignments is like singing the Alphabet for the sake of singing it, DISTURRRBING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got too dumb in our Bio lab exam, forcing myself to determine if fruitfly A is just a mutation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been trying to study FUNCTIONS (in Math) but I can't seem to function!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't started browsing the Filipino lectures, I can't wait to be depressed in failing my race's subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to go because seriously, rather than buying friends in Facebook, I have to ensure that cutting my P.E class tomorrow would be worth it for my exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOODLES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1120358570194801036-2525937271758176390?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/2525937271758176390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/08/functioning-improperly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/2525937271758176390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/2525937271758176390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/08/functioning-improperly.html' title='FUNCTIONING IMPROPERLY.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z66779014.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-2892132102285167786</id><published>2009-08-11T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T04:17:37.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kilig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goal'/><title type='text'>A NEW GOAL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thz176324664-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thz176324664-1.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If today was a day to get all cheeky and gay, even if it's not, I'll be cheeky and gay! :)&lt;div&gt;My crush helped me out kanina. Shet... Sobrang kinilig ako, nawala ako sa focus. POTA. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simula ngayon, my goal is to post a sentence/some sentences a day here at my very very very outdated blog. Pasensya na, sobrang busy talaga! At kung hindi naman, masyado lang akong pagod at tinatamad ipaalam sa lahat na I am so okay, and I'm trying hard to be okay about everything, with everything! :D Pero seriously, I'm damn OK! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, if I do have the time, I'll post something nice and not terse. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Today,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I realized that happiness comes from 'expecting happiness', that sometimes, really, good things can happen unexpectedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I realized that beauty comes from 'feeling beautiful'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I realized that it's the season of hotness, and we just can't get enough of sweating so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I realized that milk tea can be so distasteful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I realized that even if Beef Caldereta doesn't taste like Beef Caldereta, it's actually yummy when it's from the Rodic's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I realized that sometimes, or rather most of the time, Filipino can be so hard on the bones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I realized that when you have a black-and-blue bruise in the knee, you should refrain from kneeling and making unnecessary knee movements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I realized that you can prove that you are already crushing on him/her when you found yourself kinikilig just because he/she talked even if he/she did just to help you out with something. :PP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I realized that Math can really put you into sleep especially when the topic is so hard to digest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I realized that a person can really look cute when he starts to smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I realized that I need to go because I have a lab long test tomorrow. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES, LUVS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-2892132102285167786?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/2892132102285167786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-goal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/2892132102285167786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/2892132102285167786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-goal.html' title='A NEW GOAL!'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_thz176324664-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-7357406998829250689</id><published>2009-08-06T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T08:41:11.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscing'/><title type='text'>FREE DAY! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z129587564-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z129587564-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN, PAY ATTENTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am posting despite the piled-up readings I haven't even read the first word.&lt;br /&gt;I am posting despite the researches I should be doing for a might-be quiz tomorrow. (Petey, it's just a quiz!)&lt;br /&gt;I am posting despite this homework of making a list of my goals in bullet form for INTAC. (I am so goalless.)&lt;br /&gt;I am posting because I love posting and I have a lotta things to talk and be excitey about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, yesterday was called Cory-saving-the-people day. He gave us 24 hours of rest because of her funeral and not letting us go to school/work anymore. Isn't that fun? How I wish Cory die a million times! :)) So, since it's a free day for every Filipino I know, Terible made some good plans to catch up with each other, and you know, just be their fucking old selves. I believed that college somewhat changed facets of our true identities. OR IS IT JUST ME?!?! Holy me, my nail hasn't even changed yet! It's still short, as usual. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. So, the meeting time for Katipuneros should be 10.30, since it was agreed upon that 11 would be our call time in Trinoma. But since the Taenista dorm guys never followed the decided time, they were shampooing their heads under the rain, we were an hour late!! It poured a lot that day but nothing can keep us from having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, we met at Starbucks in Trinoma, and yes, I left my umbrella in the taxi. The thought of it perturbed me the whole day, because my mom would be freakin out if she knows that I lost/broke three umbrellas already, in just two and a half months! It didn't disturbed just me but my friends as well, because I added in our itinerary my where-can-we-buy-an-umbrella thing! :) They were still my good good gooooooooooood good friends, so they accompanied me buying this automatic on/off umbrella. AMIEL IS A BIG FAN OF THOSE. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a nostalgic moment to see high school friends. Kring, Thea, Hanna, Betina, EJ, Koen, Noreen, Val, Tl, Fords, Kate, Arli, Tena, Arriane, Cess, Amiel, Mikko, Danilo, Shay, Tere, Baho, plus I, were there. We were just a one-fifth of the whole Terible, but it felt soooooo good! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since we were so many, we ate at the Food Court. Mind you, I am not supposed to eat since I have this hyperacidic stomach bulging inside of me! But I did! Just look at my irresistible control over my eating habits!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we decided to watch 'Orphan'. As much as I don't want to watch it, as much as they do!! So since majority have always ruled, I went with the flow. Another thing, since we are as many as sixteen watching, the only seats available for us are the HIGH-PITCHED SQUEAKKKKKKKKKKKING FRONT SEATS!! Super front, the big screen is the only thing the eyes can see! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Here is my review of the Orphan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Esther looks slightly like Marian Rivera.&lt;br /&gt;2. The story is incredible. The plot really circulated like hamster wheels!&lt;br /&gt;3. The director was successful in prolonging the viewer's agony, making us shout for 20 seconds, non-stop!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Esther really bothered me! Which is good. I really cried just because I was pissed too much!!&lt;br /&gt;5. The characters played their parts so well. :)&lt;br /&gt;6. The one thing I felt when I was watching it was that, I FEEL LIKE I'M RIDING A ROLLERCOASTER. Honestly!! When I was watching, I remembered the time when I was in Six Flags riding with my uncle. The feeling!! Boy, it was so good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There. After the movie, we posed infront of the glass window saying There's Something Wrong with Esther, and we took it all as a very good memory of Terible bonding. :) We walked a lot after, but then came the time where Tiny and the gang had to go home already. The green people are going back to their homebase already! :)) The blue and yellow people preferred to shop around pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home around 8.30. Late because the taxi we rode was lost in the tracks of Quezon City. Manong driver said he was about to take a shortcut when he found himself not getting to the shortcut. I have to say that it's stupid. Shortcuts cut us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MONKEY ON MY BACK IS CAUSING ME BIGTIME PAIN ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT TO STOP.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-7357406998829250689?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/7357406998829250689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/08/free-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/7357406998829250689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/7357406998829250689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/08/free-day.html' title='FREE DAY! :)'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z129587564-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-7559914184683066989</id><published>2009-08-04T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T04:01:58.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><title type='text'>COOL-EGE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thz146768549.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thz146768549.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when you see my blog with a new post, it's like rain in a drought. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this morning, I cut my PE classes because I was feeling bad, in the stomach's point of view. And yeah, I don't want to churn down new Judo techniques and vomit it on the dojo seconds after so I refused to go! See, I'm improving my critical thinking with some new excuses! :)) This is what I have been learning so far in this blue planet! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SOME COLLEGIATE RANDOM STUFFS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Gruta and Dissa has been teasing me to someone just because we have the same hair color! OHMYFG. :))&lt;br /&gt;2. My red nail polish, I have been noticing, smells like mint! Is it my rocking nail polish, or is it just me and my failing nostrils??&lt;br /&gt;3. I haven't seen my crush for a long time now! I don't know if I need to forget about him already, or just forget about forgetting about him. :))&lt;br /&gt;4. I have been pissed by this bloated stomach since last night, I don't know what to do about it! I'm freakin' because I don't know if this IS normal starting today! My stomach skin feels like it's in its maximum stretch!! I can feel a baby inside of me, but a baby without a skull or something. :))&lt;br /&gt;5. I still keep on eating despite #4. :|||&lt;br /&gt;6. I ate yellow gingered chicken for lunch, which is CHICKEN CURRY, OH YES!, and ink-spurting sea animal balls for second lunch, also called SQUID BALLS, STUPID. :)))&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the main point of this post is because I want to share with you these cool statements about my English 11 teacher, Sir Max Pulan! He is an idol, I tell ya, apart from the fact that he is a Yale University scholar, according to my Lit 13 teacher. Even though he lets us write about all the difficult things in this world you won't even think that it really existed, he is still rock! So if you are not his student and I am, it's your loss and my C+!!! But anyways, you will be amused with what I will let you read because I can't imagine these people I share him with coming up with these too amazing words to describe him. (REALLY! I ENJOYED A LOT. LATER, I WILL MAKE MY OWN.) By the way, I got this in some Live Journal of an Ateneo student. Thanks to Zandra, for the awesome link! If ever someone who made/helped make this read this, then I give the credit to you, guys! I am not a fan of copycats and plagiarists, because Max Pulan taught me to do so! So, let the cajoling begin! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Max Pulan does not age, time avoids him because time is afraid of being analyzed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Pulan was not born; he is spawned every morning and returns to the Dark Continent at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Max Pulan once analyzed God; this analysis is now called "the Bible".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Max Pulan does not read books. Books tell him what they are about on a half sheet of paper 6-8 sentences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Pulan once decided to analyze himself. This event caused complete and utter darkness and God was forced to create the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Pulan is Darth Vader's father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Greeks snuck into Troy, they didn't know that a small wooden Max Pulan was being snuck into the Trojan Horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, there was Max and it was GOoD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odysseus learned how to be clever after he got a C-plus in Max Pulan's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Pulan is The Stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Pulan once had a wrestling match with T.S. Eliot. Eliot later wrote "The Wasteland".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The different authors of Western lit are just pseudonyms of Pulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as a Reset the Universe button. There's only pissing Pulan off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Pulan was the sharpened stake that Odysseus drove into the Cyclops's eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Pulan turned 60 last month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulan turned Calypso into a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pulan was once involved in a short fight with some Asians. We now know this as The Battle of Thermopylae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulan caught Hephaestus from his fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulan can seduce Aphrodite with his smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spartans claim they were descended from Heracles himself. In truth, they're descended from Max Pulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zeus" is just another name for "Pulan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Neruda wrote the saddest lines in fear of Max Pulan's wrath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare wrote his plays after stealing Max Pulan's class notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homer went blind because he dared to look at Pulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia Plath killed herself because Pulan broke up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Pulan solved the sphinx's riddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Pulan built the wardrobe that opens into Narnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Max Pulan did not read all the books ever written. He WROTE them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Pulan does not teach students; he allows them to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pulan once took a hiatus from teaching. This is called the Holocaust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Emperor is one of Max Pulan's primarchs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare wears tights because Pulan said to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Pulan can cure cancer. (Taken twice before breakfast! *wink*) Too bad he's a Lit teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no such thing as Orcs. Those are Max Pulan's boogers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Pulan once spat on the ground. Tolkien called it Mordor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hemingway killed himself because Max Pulan gave him a bad review.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the people who won the Nobel Prizes for Literature got their skills just by peeing next to Max Pulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time, Max Pulan was in a French cafe. He tipped a waiter. Upon touching&lt;br /&gt;Max Pulan's money, that man eventually wrote The Stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Pulan was the real cause of the Trojan War.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Roberts' famous smile is a mere paraphrase of Max Pulan's own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jimi Hendrix never smoked weed. He simply inhaled the air Max Pulan exhaled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jedi and Sith learn to utilize The Force. The Force learns how to beg for favors from Max Pulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spartan spears were crafted from the toothpicks Max Pulan has used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Pulan doesn't climb mountains. Mountains let him get up there out of fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once, Max Pulan tried to skip a rock across a lake. We now know that rock as Mt. Taal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Italian man studied under Max Pulan long ago. We now know that man as Don Vito Corleone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a solar eclipse occurs, that's actually the sun shielding itself from the glare of Max Pulan's pearly-white smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was only one time wherein Max Pulan taught comics as an elective, and only three students managed to pass that class. We now know them as Alan Moore, Neil Gaiman and Mike Carrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mephistopheles has been tempted by Max Pulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tsunamis are caused by Max Pulan doing the dog-paddle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a Balrog would fall on to its knees when Max Pulan says to him, "You shall not PASS!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is love, therefore love is Pulan :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Like flies to wanton boys are we to you, Sir Pulan. You kill us for your sport."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Pulan was once a political detainee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confucius' Analects were dictated by Max Pulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vishnu, Shiva and Brahman all worship Max Pulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Pulan inspired Osamu Tezuka to create Astroboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walt Disney is the fruit of Max Pulan's spore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Pulan is a spore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Pulan is the real ruler of Sparta. Leonidas was just his shoe boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Pulan has daggers in his smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick Joaquin makes incredibly long sentences because Max Pulan told him to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franz Kafka exterminated a cockroach in Max Pulan's home. He then wrote Metamorphosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pan de sal was Max Pulan's own holy bread. Everyone else just copied it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Max Pulan used to make bombs. Now he's the bomb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man of La Mancha chased windmills because he believed he could find Max Pulan on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a peak higher than Mt. Olympus. That's where Max Pulan resides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde had many tea parties with Max Pulan. All his wit actually were paraphrased from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nobel Prize scientists were under Pulan's English class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men turn into emo boys and slash their wrists when Max Pulan frowns at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rub Max Pulan's belly for good luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is "he-whom-nothing-more-cannot-be-thought". That means he's the Max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dumbledore was based on Max Pulan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tilting at windmills" equates to "aspiring for an A in a Pulan exam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voldemort is also based on Max Pulan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Pulan is Aliguyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Max Pulan flunked Rizal in English. That's why he writes in Spanish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Pulan, Vince Serrano and Exie Abola are the real three wise men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Pulan IS the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stone that was left behind in the Red Dust has been reborn in this generation. Its name is now Max Pulan, and it is looking for the Crimson Flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris cries when Max Pulan frowns at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The star on the top of the Christmas tree is supposed to symbolize Max Pulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beethoven was a mad composer because he could only hear Max Pulan humming in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom! Tarat! Tarat! is Max Pulan's own composition for brainwashing the Filipino race. Wowowee stole it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Optimus Prime is just Max Pulan in autobot form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Pulan is the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is immortal, born in the Highlands of Loyola four hundred years ago. He is not alone. There are others like him, some good, some evil. For centuries he has battled the forces of Darkness, with Holy Ground his only refuge. He cannot die, unless you take his head and with it, his power. In the end there can be only one. He is not Duncan MacLeod. He is Max Pulan, the Highlander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 30px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;SEE!! It can already fill a book and be a bestseller at the LS Bookstore! :))&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I will also be described as that, mark my words! :))&lt;br /&gt;My Ateneo life is just beginning. I would love to enjoy my stay to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired of sulking and whining of being lonely, super-fail, and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Oh college, just wait for me! You might want me to  bang you already! :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-7559914184683066989?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/7559914184683066989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/08/cool-ege.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/7559914184683066989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/7559914184683066989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/08/cool-ege.html' title='COOL-EGE!'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_thz146768549.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-5879063019860783258</id><published>2009-08-02T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T03:16:36.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><title type='text'>BUSY &amp; NOT THINKING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z183398766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z183398766.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dis-oras ng madaling araw. Gising pa ko kasi tinatapos ko tong essay ko na deadline on Monday. I barely have time tomorrow, since ineestimate ko na tatamarin ako para gawin pa to. So eto na ang perfect time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had the right time to post something nice and good and heartwarming since July 20 something. Hahaha. My life is on a pedestal. Oh well, I take sorrow too hard, sabi sakin ng divine wisdom reading ko sa Facebook, I should stop worrying my problems. Sige na. Ipapanalangin ko na lang na dumating ang isang araw na hindi ko na lang maiisip na meron pala akong mga aches na dinaramdam. Naks. E sa totoo lang, naexaggerate lang naman tong mga kalungkutan na to, pero if I won't let it dodge me, no effect talaga to. Basta, isang bagay lang ang plano kong gawin, to move ahead and continuously wish na everything will be okay to A-fine!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to discuss my very perturbed life now? Hahaha. So ayun, I'm still at Gaporn, enjoying this midnight na akala mo enjoy talaga dahil tinatapos ko tong essay ko. Oh well, clueless padin ako kung ano ba ang dapat kong isulat. I'm running out of thoughts. I am running out of words. I am running out of time and space. I'm running out of brains for this critical thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow ang balik ko sa Loyola Heights and how I wish time would go verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry sloooooooooooooow. Hahaha. I'm not yet ready for classes on Monday. Tamad na tamad padin talaga ako. I don't have inspiration but myself. Enough na yon, diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yun.. I'm still prone to talking to people kahit andaming kailangang gawin! Yung English teacher ko kasi, scholar sa Yale University, so kailangan ng matinding critical thinking para ma-please ang kanyang standards diba? Kailangan kong mainspire!! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Midterms na on the following weeks! Ambilis bilis bilis bilis. Yes naman kasi gusto ko na mag-sembreak nang bonggang-bongga!! Hahaha. Imagine o. Nakasurvive na ko ng 6 weeks! 6-8 weeks to go! Kayang-kaya yan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-5879063019860783258?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/5879063019860783258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/08/busy-not-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/5879063019860783258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/5879063019860783258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/08/busy-not-thinking.html' title='BUSY &amp; NOT THINKING.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z183398766.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-8627942036245158749</id><published>2009-07-18T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T08:10:10.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit'/><title type='text'>HOORAY POST!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/q131320349.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/q131320349.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of the people na kinahihiyaan ko na for not updating, here is an update!! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: Naexperience ko ang isa sa pinaka-lonely days ko in college. Super sabaw! You don't even wanna know! Basta, sobrang na-feel kong out of place ako. I'm still adjusting! BIG TIME! Hopefully, malapit na ko maging super happy sa Ateneo. I'm still hating my college, even if I love the school so much na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: One of my subjects is shit!! Sabe sa ORSEM namin dati, don't blog about sucking teachers in town. Pero sige, I won't because I am a super goody-good holistic-formed student. LELANG! :)) Basta! My teacher in Math is a hundred percent devil. Inakyat lang siya sa lupa kasi galing siya sa impyerno. OMY. As in super hate talaga!! If Math is shit, he is shitter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: I am so watching 90210! And it's the best thing since Gossip Girl. HAHAHA. Promise, you should watch it too, dun sa mga hindi pa nakakanuod! Silver is so pretty! Ty is so hot. :)) Buti na lang pinahiram ako ng DVD ni Hanna. I watched the movie 'The Clique'. It's so fugly. HAHAHA. As in, walang kwents. Panget din ng storyline. Basta, chaka. Haha. I haven't watched HP6 yet!! Pati Transformers 2 at Ice Age 3! Grabe. Bulok na bulok na ko sa pagiging hindi updated. My life is so boring, it's like poop that doesn't even smell a bit (that should sound interesting, but still it's not poop if it doesn's stink! Which makes my life, 'not life'!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala. Yesterday, I went to Taft with Danilo and Julian. Sina Val, Jio and Cess kasi pumuntang Katipunan. We hung out at MCDO kasi suspended classes! Ansaya saya ko. Hahaha. Umaga palang, hinihintay ko lang na madismiss yung class thru news, pero hindi e!! Chaka ever! After three classes, the day is called a super day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My long test in Bio is a C+. Tae, ang fail fail ko... Kagabi, tinawagan ako ni Kuya EJ. Nakakainis siya, pinaalala niya lang sakin kung gano ako ka-SUPER FAIL! Ngayon, kailangan kong magdouble-triple-quadruple the effort. Nahihiya din ako sa sarili ko e!! I am studying pero this carelessness is too much. Tapos, kelangan ko narin talagang maging critical thinker!! Hindi ako magpapatalo! OHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Ayan!! Super update na yan sa rotting life ko dito sa Ateneo. :)) Sobrang frustrated at haggard ang tunog ko no? Pasensya nia. I've been trying to solve math problems for our long test this thursday. And hindi padin ako confident.. What kind of brain is this??!!??! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone ako this weekend, pero OK lang. I'm getting used to it na. At dahil mag-isa nanaman ako, anggulo-gulo nanaman ng condo. Oh well, I have to fix things before mom goes back. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I realized when I started college, SOBRANG KONTI NG TIME!! :| Imagine o, nakaka-one month na ko!! I am surviving, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-8627942036245158749?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/8627942036245158749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/07/hooray-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/8627942036245158749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/8627942036245158749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/07/hooray-post.html' title='HOORAY POST!!'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_q131320349.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-454647681255939308</id><published>2009-06-30T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:17:29.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>SOME NONSENSE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z190713845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z190713845.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forgive me", cried my despicable innocence. I am apologizing for neglecting everything. I have found myself losing time in updating this online life of mine. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who were asking if I've been having a good time, well, if having a lot of readings and deadlines is such a reason to have a good time, I DEFINITELY AM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ending all the sarcasm there is to my drama, the mediocre life is keeping me going. There had been bad news going on in my personal life right now, and I don't know how to handle it. I cried many a tear last night, and I don't know. May God show me the light! Please pray for my soul, that it can survive the emptiness creeping up my spine and every internal organ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that I can be as jolly as Mcdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that I can super relate with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Please give me a kalog friend. A CRAZY FRIEND, with my own level of craziness.&lt;br /&gt;A friend, like my high school friends. Well, I might not find one, it's sad. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I hope I can cope up to the new adjustments I am facing. Please pray that I'll get adjusted quick. Cmon, I need time, but time just keeps up in a rush pace, I can't move with it, stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll be going. I have a class at 12. I haven't eaten breakfast, and I have a lonely soul. God, take me. CHAKA! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give me a topic to write about. I need to adjust for The Guidon. I want it, but I am thinking that maybe I can't, or maybe it's not for me. I am not so certain about anything right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE!&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-454647681255939308?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/454647681255939308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-nonsense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/454647681255939308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/454647681255939308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-nonsense.html' title='SOME NONSENSE.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z190713845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-5449649004635649808</id><published>2009-06-22T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:26:17.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blockmates'/><title type='text'>THAT'S THE WAY IT SHOULD GO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z82828080.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z82828080.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW SPARKS BETWEEN US, BUT I WAS WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;I GUESS IT WAS ONLY ME WHO'D SEEN IT.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NOONE BUT ME, DUDE!! ALWAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaka! Ang emo a! Introduction lang yan, para kunwari may kung anong drama ako sa buhay! :) MORET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I am still dissatisfied with my college days. Simula nung di ko na nakita yung crush ko, lagi akong disappointed! Chaka talaga! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened ba today? OK. We had English and Lit. At oo nga pala, natabi ako malapit sa bintana, so alam niyo na kung anong ginagawa ko.. I'm spacing out and daydreaming my ass! :)) Sorry sila dun nila ako nilagay. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to the Dela Costa Hall with Roan and Camille. We talked about boys which is not abnormal. :P Then, I saw Dissa and Nikka. So we joined in walking together. :) Roan and Camille needed to do something in Mateo so we separated ways since Aiko called me. Blockmates are in the Gonzaga Hall. We met there with Gruta, Anselle. We decided to look for our names in the list of students who will take the Basic Fil or Fil 10. Good thing, not one of us is in there! But my English seatmate, Enrique, is. We met at the walkway, and I just laughed at him. Hahaha. After that, they decided to have a snack in the caff. And we talked about boys again. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my Biotech class and I took down notes. I am studying!! After that, we will be having a quiz on Wednesday. A short quiz according to Ms. Thinket. By the way, my self-quarantined classmate is back from his self-quarantine. He looks fine and no signs of virus in his eyes and nose and mouth. Lol. Aiko has her colds, I hope she doesn't have anything bad. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the class, I went with Mikee to eat lunch. Going out the Biotech classroom, the org parade is ongoing. Org advertisers are shouting on the top of their lungs with mascots behind. They are pretty noisy, but that's the way it should go. ;) We went to the Gonzaga Hall to eat, and good thing there was a place to sit. Then came the Blue Babble Battalions audition-entertainers, making their way inside the caff. Auditioners have to go up the tables and introduce theirselves. Talking to the Babble-rs on the other side of the caff. So between the noises are people eating their lunches, curious of what's gonna happen. Gosssssh. I think, what happened to the guys, is total ultimate humiliation!! I would not stand in the table and get laughed at like that. But again, that's the way it should go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, Mikee and I saw KC and her friends. It's rec-week, so we decided to go up the roof deck and check the orgs in there. Since I'm not in the mood and my blockmates decided to check the orgs tomorrow, I did not go. I WAS NOT IN THE MOOD. It's hard going up the fourth floor. Shame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikee and I went down, leaving KC and her friends signing up on orgs. We sat in a bench near the MVP and just talked about anything. We also people-watched. Then Ate Vance came! She said she hadn't eaten yet, so I went with her. Mikee said she would check the orgs, and so we went separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Vance wants some Jollibee so we walked and talked and went to Jollibee. She told me things about college, and Judo, and almost everything about life. HAHAHA. She has her colds, I hope she doesn't have the virus, man! But she said she was checked up by the LS and she has no signs or anything. HAHAHA. Good, man, good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it. I'll study Math later. It's all about the inequalities and I don't wanna get left behind. And ohyeah, I need to make a name tag for Friday's INTAC. I AM LAZY. GOSSSSH. And also, about the orgs, I am still undecided since I don't have any idea what the orgs are yet. I'll decide for it tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-5449649004635649808?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/5449649004635649808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/thats-way-it-should-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/5449649004635649808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/5449649004635649808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/thats-way-it-should-go.html' title='THAT&apos;S THE WAY IT SHOULD GO.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z82828080.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-891237431797223557</id><published>2009-06-19T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T03:24:29.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>GUY FRIEND AVAILABLE, ANYONE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z185230161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z185230161.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's sad. I'll never see my crush again!!! So today is nothing but a bad day. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. Today's Friday and tomorrow is the start of an ultimate LONELY weekend. (Oo nga pala! Tapos na ang first week as a college student ko! Akalain mong I survived!) My mom will go home to Subic, so I guess, I'll be alone in the condo for the weekend. Who will I talk to??? I guess I should invite some friends over!! O kaya hangout weekend. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumusta schooling ko? It's the mediocre. Siguro the stress will start on the latter part of my second week. God. I hope I can survive!! PE, Math and everything else. Kinakabahan talaga ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam niyo, feeling ko may nawawala sa group of friends ko. I want a guy friend!! Hindi ako sanay that we are all girls, honestly. :) Tropa ko kasi sa Subic, talagang mixed! Malamang sa RS, isang gigantic tropa kami! E sa block namin, tatlo lang ang guys. Tapos sa English and Lit, well, I don't know! Mukang wala din ata. Sa Bio, I don't have any prospective guy friends na kalog na magiging kavibes ko! Sa Math, my seatmate seems to be so busy with his life. That's what I think. Sa Fil, I don't know yet!! Gosh. Sa Judo, most of them are buffs, I guess whenever it's PE time, they will focus on the grappling and everything! I want a guy friend and kadikit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A 'PHIL' IN COLLEGE. Namimiss ko tuloy si Phil.&lt;br /&gt;*By the way, I loved The Chaser by John Collier. Some lit reading. :)&lt;br /&gt;*TOODLES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-891237431797223557?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/891237431797223557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/guy-friend-available-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/891237431797223557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/891237431797223557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/guy-friend-available-anyone.html' title='GUY FRIEND AVAILABLE, ANYONE?'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z185230161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-4870409487833562986</id><published>2009-06-18T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:35:34.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Math'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>GAH! MATH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z191148851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z191148851.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Pagkalabas ng Math class, uwian na!! Ito ang pinakamasayang oras ng Math ko. JOKE LANG. Pano, last subject. Ibig sabihin, hindi pa ko makakauwi hangga't di nagmamath! Hay ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam niyo ba, pag math time, dun lang talaga ako di maistorbo kasi nag-aaral talaga ako at tutok na tutok sa mga exercises namin! Ayokong bumagsak sa Math!! NAMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina, nagquiz kami sa Math!! Essay-type, pucha! Di ko na ikekwento. Zero ako dun. Hindi ko nahit ang point na gusto niya. Haha. Tapos, natawag din ako kanina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sir: (looking at the index card) Uhh. Cha.. Cha. Who is Cha?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (nasa Jupiter, bumalik sa Earth..) (raised hand!)&lt;br /&gt;Sir: Factor x^2 + 3x = 0.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ..... x times x plus three.&lt;/blockquote&gt;GRABE! DYAHE TALAGA. Buti na lang madali yung tanong! At nagpapasalamat ako sa aking dila, kasi feeling ko dinikta niya sa utak ko ang sagot. :PP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ayun, masaya naman ang araw ko!! Todo bonding kami ng blockmates! Nakapuno kami ng isang lunch table kanina! Nice no? O, anong say mo? Wala pang Orsem niyan a!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina sa Judo, nag-discuss lang si Coach Ali ng Judo history. REI = BOW. Kailangan na naming mag-bow sa Judo master ng lhat ng Judoki or Judoka or whatever we, judo-practitioners, are called. HAHA. I forgot. Sa Tuesday free cut kami! At at sa Thursday kami magsstart ng bongga. May uniform na kami nun! Yehey. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bago mag-Filipino, binasa ko ulit yung reading namin sa English! Sa lib! Anglamig sa lib at makakapag-concentrate ka talaga! Bukas, dun ako mag-aaral ng Math! Hahaha. Nag-aaral talaga ako, maniwala kayo. May reporting nga pala kami sa En11 bukas! By group, so kailangan may masabi ako. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa Filipino, diagnostic test part two!! Madugo! Matagalog! Fill in the blanks, mare!! Shetlags talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERO, ALL IN ALL. MASAYA AKO! :) Yung krush ko, hindi ko nakikita! Kainis.. Pero madami talagang pogi, so no need to worry. Haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TOODLES. I'm hungry already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-4870409487833562986?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/4870409487833562986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/gah-math.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/4870409487833562986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/4870409487833562986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/gah-math.html' title='GAH! MATH.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z191148851.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-6089762356918029197</id><published>2009-06-17T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:03:16.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ateneo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freshman'/><title type='text'>TIREEEEED. CAPITAL T-I-R-E-D.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thz136850467-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thz136850467-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just walked my going-home routine from my last class. It's an early dismissal because we just discussed class rules and ordered lab gowns. (My last class for today was Biotech lab.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty tired but I have loads of stuff to say!! I have to talk about my first three days as a college student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST of all, I am a self-confessed ateneoholic. :P I just loved the school from the moment I stepped on the grounds in my first day. By the way, I just arrived at Manila last sunday night so I didn't have the time to tour inside Ateneo. You had it right, I don't know where to go on my first class, the CTC building. When I arrived at the Ateneo gate 2.5 Monday morning, good thing I saw Issa Colmenares, a friend I knew thru Shim. We joined together to face our I'm-lost drama. We consulted the map, and yes, it's still not helping. As Arriane told me, and what I have planned early last night, I would just follow the people walking in the woods (since the walkway is full of greens). Those people didn't let us down, and it pointed to a big gate lost in the woods. It's the CTC building according to the guard! Yes. We then toured around, but I was still lost, so it didn't help at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first class was English and I got to know my seatmates, so my first official friend was Louella. She's chinese, and she's good at math! Darn! She's a BS-AMF major, which will sound a lot numerical if you have me elaborate. :)) This next friend beside me is Camille. She's a blockmate!! She's a quiet gal but she sure is something. Next to her is Roanne, graduate of Miriam College. And next next to her is I-forgot from Ateneo de Davao. Gosh, this memory sucks. Behind me is Alistar. We call her Star. And beside her is Charis, who used to be a ballet dancer. :) Josh, in the first row, made me laugh! And he's an official gay, and member of the dollhouse. Kaloka. Our beadle for Lit is Anj, another chinese, who looks like a girl version of Rain. I had my permanent seatmate for today. In lit! because we are arranged alphabetically. And so, on my right is an absentee. I hope he/she is nice. I actually forgot if its a he or a she. On my left is Enrique who graduated from Southridge in Alabang. He seems to be a nice and smart guy (we are all smart! gah! hahahaha jk), although he is really American-accented. I had a crush on my En-Lit class.... but I don't want to tell you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is break. When I went down the stairs since I was on the third floor, HOT GUYS are really REALLY starting to pour!! The higher the number of pogi guys walking in the hallway of the buildings, the harder it rained on that day!! GOSSSH! HEAVENLY. :PP So this is the joy of being an Atenean! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my first day, I was with Ami. We talked about anything in the caff. Good thing there is a place. I remembered when I took lunch with KC and Mikee kanina, we were seatless and so we brought our plates outside. We ate at the rock benches. :) Continuing my first day as a freshman college student, I went to my next class, Biotech. And there I met my permanent seatmate and first Biotech friend, Althea! :) She's nice. Meanwhile, my other sem seatmate on Biotech is KC. And next to her is Mikee. Biotech was the norm. It's science, what should I say??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my second day, another petty damn schedule... My first class is Judo. We were briefed and then I was still dreaded, but it's OK. I've already accepted the fact that I just have to enjoy this. I don't have much of a choice, DO I?? Feedbacks from different persons tell me that it is highly-enjoyable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second is Filipino. We had a sleepy diagnostic test. HAHAHA. Ang pagsusulit sa bokabularyo ay nakakadugo much. Pero ang iba ay mabuti lang naman. Natapos ito, at may nakilala akong bagong kabloke, si Aiko. Siya ay kalahating hapon at kalahating pilipino at galing siya sa Davao. Nakatira lang siya katabi ng condo namin at isa siyang mabait na tao. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third and last for tuesday and thursday is MATH!! There I met a lot of blockmates. There's Pat, Karen, Gruta, and people with names I forgot!!! DAMN. I'll try to remember tomorrow. Haha. I had a headache, just because. :| Because of Math, obviously!! I had a permanent seatmate who is an American guy again, I guess. (I guess because I didn't look at him. :P) I didn't talk to him because I think he would also choose not to talk to me. HAHAHA. He looks suplado but I hope he's nice. Our teacher sounds young, but he's okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ate lunch with Arriane and Ami on my first day, but the following days, I can't get a hold with em anymore. We have tight and cranky schedules. This morning I met Danilo and Levi, and their friend Lance. We had a small talk since I need to go to class. I also saw Robi Domingo, Rabeh Al Husseini, and Kirk Long kanina. They all look good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Fords and Mikko awhile ago, and Ate Meera, and Lenj. I already saw Ate Vance, Kuya Aldrin, and Kuya Michael. I spent crazy time with Kuya EJ already! I saw some familiar high school faces which is cool. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be super tiring with all the walks pero masaya! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Ateneo so much just because!! The people are nice. The students and teachers are simple and decent. We tend to be cheesy and corny and funny. Ateneo is a good place with all the lush greens. The hang-out places are nice. People seem to be approachable and good. Everyone looks clean and very pleasant. You can really feel that you're welcome and that you're home! :) I will buy an Ateneo shirt and jacket sometime soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College might still be fresh and I haven't experienced the hell week yet, but I would still love Ateneo and my ATENISTA friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, pagod na pagod ako, MATUTULOG AKO  PAG-AKYAT SA UNIT. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-6089762356918029197?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/6089762356918029197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/tireeeeed-capital-t-i-r-e-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/6089762356918029197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/6089762356918029197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/tireeeeed-capital-t-i-r-e-d.html' title='TIREEEEED. CAPITAL T-I-R-E-D.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_thz136850467-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-3373591939912516762</id><published>2009-06-13T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:07:16.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><title type='text'>LALALA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/ui.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/ui.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know what to talk about babe. All I can say is, classes start right after tomorrow!! AND IT'S DREADFUL!! Without the orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko na. Medyo excited na rin naman ako. Onti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo lazy type na ko sa blogging ngayon. Ineenjoy ko na kasi ang mga free time ko. :))&lt;br /&gt;Although I have lots of free time sa college. HOPEFULLY, I'LL USE MY FREE TIME IN A GOOD WAY. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a loooooooooooong ride again tomorrow. I hate loooooooooong rides, but it's better than riding a lot of transportation means accompanied by a huge amount of walking. SO OKAY NA DIN. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-3373591939912516762?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/3373591939912516762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/lalala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/3373591939912516762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/3373591939912516762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/lalala.html' title='LALALA.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_ui.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-4370049998639035097</id><published>2009-06-11T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:46:14.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ateneo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enrolment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>UPDATE-ION.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z167236837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z167236837.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have good news!! I actually resolved my depression. Ooooooh. It's all in the state of mind. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here in Manila. And I use internet from an internet cafe just below the condominium. I feel comfortable, so it's pretty alright. What bothers me is that I pay 25 pesos per hour. Not good! Not convenient! HAHAHA. I wish I have my laffytaffy with me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So OK, I just went to Ateneo this morning to enroll myself. And yes, it was successful! It took me 10 minutes or less to fall in line and be called (shorter time it took me to walk around Ateneo with a map in hand! GOSSSSH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from now, I won't believe any horoscopes for the day! Just because I watched Umagang Kay Ganda, and the astrology forecaster in there said that all Pisceans will lusot in the butas ng karayom for this day. (Ang conyo ng tunog!!) Which means that it's pretty a discouraging day to do all the errands! Ha! I actually survived for today! See me. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty a hassle to walk a lot. Just going up the overpass kept me panting for minutes. HAHAHA. Maybe it's because I haven't had a long walk for a long time now. For your info, I am living a lazy, slouchy, couch potaty life. HAHA. That's why I'm suffering short walks that I think are LOOOONG ENOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But see, I did strive hard to succeed for this day! I hope you will be like me. I'm such a good example! MUHAHA. OK. This is EGOOO ooooozing out of my head. :P It actually feels like a good day! After some hassling appointments, here comes super laidback time. Now, my problem is that, I've got nothing to do! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Arriane, and she said that our classes are moved to the 22nd... AGAIN! But the good news is, it was a big mistake! Yahay!! I so want to learn already. Damn it. I hate the feeling of having a rotten brain inside my skull. IT REEKS! Hahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. That's all for now. This is just an update. :)&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I really plan to join the rally. JUST KIDDING! :P&lt;br /&gt;But I am not kidding, I hate Gloria. Kiss my ass! Stop con-ass!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-4370049998639035097?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/4370049998639035097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/update-ion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/4370049998639035097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/4370049998639035097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/update-ion.html' title='UPDATE-ION.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z167236837.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-7540500448552091347</id><published>2009-06-09T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:07:50.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>WAG. WAG MO KONG KAUSAPIN. ISA AKONG BALIW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z192529959.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z192529959.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad and I need a hug. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nalulungkot ako, kasi sobrang namimiss ko na ang RS. Gusto kong umakyat sa school bukas. Kasama ng aking lovey dovey friends, pero dahil mageenrol ako sa Thursday, pinapaluwas ako ni mommy bukas. :| So sad.. Mukang matatagalan bago ko makita uli ang RS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as if I have a choice. Kasama na to sa pagmomove forward ko. Panandaliang kailangan ko munang dumistansya sa mga tao at lugar na nakasanayan ko. There are new persons and places to meet.. PFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Ewan! Hassle nanaman bukas. At dahil marunong na kong lumuwas mag-isa, pinapasolo flight na talaga ako ng nanay ko!! Nakakalungkot kaya bumiyaheng mag-isa no! Tapos, hinahayaan niya na talaga ako. Pati sa enrolment gusto niya ako nang gagawa. Well, ako naman talaga dapat, pero pleeeeeeeeeeeease naman. Next time na lang!!! :| Tinatamad akong magkikilos ngayon e. Nakakaasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magsosolo tour pa ko sa Ateneo!! Feeling ko talaga, dahil hindi natuloy ang Orsem bago magpasukan, nasira na ang buong college life ko. :| Dahil walang orientation, I have to find out things for myself, which is a super hassle!! Wala namang gustong sumama sakin. Kailangan ko ng tour guide sa loob ng Ateneo. Oo, alam ko, pwede ko namang gawin mag-isa. Pero kasi.... anglungkot kasing gawing mag-isa ang mga bagay!! Pipila ako sa Thursday para magbayad ng tuition. Mag-isa ko nanamang haharapin ang lahat. Wala nanaman akong makakausap kundi ang sarili ko. ARG. Hindi naman halatang batung-bato at sirang-sira ang pananaw ko sa buhay, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba. Anliit na bagay, pinapalaki ko! Dahil kasi, things turned sour. Dahil hindi natuloy ang aking expectations, I am bitter!! Ewan ko ba, nasisiraan na yata ako ng bait. Dati lang sobrang excited ko nang magcollege. Ngayon nawawalan na ko ng gana. Gusto ko dito na lang ako sa bahay. Magrerestaurant city ako buong magdamag. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero dahil ayokong pumasok ng walang kaalam-alam, wala din akong choice kundi maglayag bukas! Ayoko din namang magmukhang kawawang batang nawawala sa first day. Hay talaga. Bakit ba angdepressed-depressed ko?? Hindi naman ako ganito! Siguro masyado ko lang miss ang mga tao. At masyado akong mapag-isa. Wala kasi akong makausap dito sa bahay. Yung mga sutil at makukulit kong kapatid, nagsipasok na. Napag-iwanan na ko. At iiwan ko na sila sa linggo. Isa sila sa mga pinakamamimiss ko. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag-eenjoy na lang ako bukas. Hindi ko alam ang ibig sabihin ng pag-eenjoy. Nakalimutan ko na. Hindi ko kakalimutang bumili ng bubble gum para kahit papano may ginagawa ako sa bus. Balak ko ding patayin yung selpon ko, dahil ayokong mabalitaan na naging masaya ang mga kaibigan ko sa pagkikita-kita nila at pag-akyat sa school. Gusto kong maggala pagdating sa Maynila, pero wala akong pera. Feeling ko masasagad sa transportasyon ang dala kong pera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay buhay. Ang ayos ayos na ng buhay ko dito, magugulo nanaman. Ilang araw nalang panibagong mundo nanaman. Pffffft. OH KOLEHIO, ILUWA MO NA AKO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko pading mag-P.E. :| Ayoko pading mag-P.E. Sawang-sawa na kong magreklamo. Sawang-sawa na kong magreklamo! Kailangan ko lang siguro ng pagmamahal. Kailangan ko lang siguro ng pagmamahal. Mukha na kong tanga dito. Mukha na kong tanga dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Free your mind and the rest will follow!&lt;br /&gt;Be color blind, don't be so shallow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-En Vogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIRA-ULO!&lt;br /&gt;*TOODLES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-7540500448552091347?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/7540500448552091347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/wag-wag-mo-kong-kausapin-isa-akong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/7540500448552091347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/7540500448552091347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/wag-wag-mo-kong-kausapin-isa-akong.html' title='WAG. WAG MO KONG KAUSAPIN. ISA AKONG BALIW.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z192529959.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-6530683671596904367</id><published>2009-06-08T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:27:15.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><title type='text'>OFFICIALLY ENLISTED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thq77536876-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thq77536876-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dahil nga high-tech at maraming nalalaman ang Ateneo, online enlistment ang tema naming mga estudyante para makapamili ng subjects and classes. Ang aking random number ay 422, so natapat ako sa 1:00-3:30 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinatamad akong mag-explain kung para saan yang mga yan, basta ngayon, OFFICIALLY ENLISTED NA AKO! Magbabayad na lang ako ng tuition at papasok sa June 15, tapos nun, college student na talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dahil mahal ko kayo, isshare ko sainyo ang aking official schedule para sa college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7:30 - 8:30 .... English&lt;br /&gt;8:30 - 9:30 .... Fiction&lt;br /&gt;10:30 - 11:30 ... Biotechnology            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30 - 8:30 .... English&lt;br /&gt;8:30 - 9:30 .... Fiction&lt;br /&gt;10:30 - 11:30 .... Biotechnology&lt;br /&gt;1:30 - 3:30 .... Biotechnology (Lab)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday &amp;amp; Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00 - 11:00 ..... P.E (Judo)&lt;br /&gt;12:00 - 1:30 ..... Filipino&lt;br /&gt;3:00 - 4:30 .... Mathematics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30 - 8:30 .... English&lt;br /&gt;8:30 - 9:30 .... Fiction&lt;br /&gt;10:30 - 11:30 .... Biotechnology&lt;br /&gt;1:30 - 2:30 .... INTAC (Introduction to Ateneo Culture)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naiinis ako. Ayokong mag-PE classes kasi nakakatamad magactive-activean!!&lt;br /&gt;Pero, hindi naman pwede yun! Sige na nga, iisipin ko na lang na nakakatuwa.&lt;br /&gt;Tapos yung math ko, napunta pa sa hapon. Nakakatamad!&lt;br /&gt;Tinatamad din ako mag-laboratory classes! Antagal pa!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Wag nalang kaya ako mag-aral?? Good idea no? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pa ako nagsisimula, nawawalan na ko ng gana! Yung swine flu virus talaga ang sumira nito!&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Mukang maluwag yung schedule, pero naniniwala akong balang-araw ko ding kakainisan yan, dahil puro aral ang gagawin ko! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck sa akin. :) Walang kamatayang good luck! Good luck ng bonggang-bongga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-6530683671596904367?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/6530683671596904367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/officially-enlisted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/6530683671596904367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/6530683671596904367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/officially-enlisted.html' title='OFFICIALLY ENLISTED!'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_thq77536876-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-3084095042619364753</id><published>2009-06-07T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:39:09.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 Litre of Tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>SWEET &amp; SURVEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thsoco17-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thsoco17-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;If you want to walk, no matter how slow it'll be, I'll walk with you.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haruto Asou&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 1 Litre of Tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it sweet?? Every girl needs some gentleman like him. Ansarap pakinggan no? Iniisip ko kung kelan ko makikilala yung guy na magsasabi niyan sakin. Pero, hindi ako umaasang it's anytime soon. Marami pang priorities e! And I know that MY guy has a lot to prioritize also. :) Pero, I want to meet him so bad. Gusto ko lang ng taong ganyan kung mag-care at mag-appreciate sa taong gusto niya. So sincere. Haaay. Ayoko nang mag-daydream. Darating din siya kung darating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, since it's a so-so random day, I'll be leaving you with a survey. I'm finishing 1 Litre of Tears since naistorbo nga ako when I had my 5-day fever. Ngayon, mukang matatapos ko na. Two episodes left na lang naman. At mukang malalang pag-iyak nanaman ito. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What's your biggest complaint about today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tinatamad akong maging tamad, pero tamad parin ako!! Hindi niyo ko magegets! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Have any of your friends dropped out of school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nope. They're all good no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Do you ever have dreams where you're alone, or are you always with people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't remember myself in dreams. Hahaha. Pano kaya yun? Basta there's always people inside of it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Bottles or cans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bottles are cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Does your home feel like home to you, or do you think you're yet to find a place to call home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This is home whenever my family's complete. Naks. But when not, it's barely a place to stay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What's the best kind of fruit juice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pineapple juice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. When was the last time you cried in the shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ahh. I forgot. Pero hindi ko makalimutan yung one time na nagdrama ako habang naliligo. Nagbabad talaga ako sa shower just because I love the feeling of tears rolling under my cheeks kasabay ng pagtulo ng water from the shower. Ay, saya! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What's your favorite kind of fish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bangus! Or yung ginagataan na wala ganung spines. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Do you prefer french tip or colored nails?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Colored. I destroy my french tips e. Laging mas maikli yung life span nila compared sa colored nails. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. When was the last time you felt rushed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uhm. Yesterday! Grabe! It was raining so hard and my umbrella is crazy! Hindi ko alam gagawin ko. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What's something that can make you feel better about yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Buying something for myself. Anything, especially clothes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Mitchell Davis or Shane Dawson?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Who are they? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. What's your favorite 80's movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hm. 80's? Am I already familiar with those? I don't think so e. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. If you needed glasses, what kind would you get? If you have glasses, what do they look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hm. I want square-framed glasses!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Does/did your school have a big football field?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In my next school, super big! In my high school, it's just plain field. Hindi siya big, at hindi siya football field dahil hindi mo siya matatakbuhan ng maayos. Hindi siya maintained e. Poor kami. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Have you ever known someone that ate their school lunches in the bathroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not someone in my high school. If you feel isolated, there's always your armchair to eat your lunch with. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Do you have any cousins that you can't stand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. Sometimes. Carlo's makulit and he's a bully in his school yata. But he's a nice kid. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Is your voice unique?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes I find it unique, but no. :) I believe that when a voice is unique, it begins to be something funny, so I prefer for it to not be unique. Basta hindi girly yung boses ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Are you modest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It depends on the situation. HAHA. So conditionally, yes. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Who do you care about more than yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I care about my family and friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Besides this survey, what are you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Singing to my iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. How do you feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sweaty. Haha. Ang-init grabe! Unpredictable weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Are you wearing a necklace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No. I stopped wearing necklaces when I was 13 years old. Di ko alam bakit. Gusto ko nga uli magsuot e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. What all have you done today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I watched heartache on the monitor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. What else are you going to do today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Take a bath and go to church later. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Do you headbang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When I'm crazy singing into my rock music. HAHAHA. I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Do you like Shrek?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- YES! Super! I'm a fan. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Ever stolen a guy's clothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nope. Borrowed my brother's, yes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Last time at an amusement park?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uhm. Christmas! :) We went to Star City to enjoy the snow. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Yankees or Redsox?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm not a big fan of the sport. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. Ever been to Boston?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No. Saang state nga kasi yan? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. Have you seen Niagara Falls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No. But I would like to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. What's a "big" local baseball team in your area?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nothing. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;43. Do you get frustrated when one of your friends just stops talking to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Of course! You call yourself a friend if you don't??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. Has that ever happened to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I guess so. I feel that it has happened before, unnoticingly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45. Know anyone who is always referred to as a nickname, never their real name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Entong! A batchmate. His real name's Justin. Haha. And we forget his real name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. List the posters in your room:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My Naruto poster!! Which is not even posted. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. What book are you reading right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm still unfinished with Les Miserables!! I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. List the dates you are looking forward to (you don't have to say what they are.):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tomorrow, June 15, July 3, December 14, and all the special occasions in my calendar! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. Do you like bread?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50. Turn your TV on, what's on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Boystown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;51. Are you hungry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not at all. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;52. What would you do if you died?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I might be a ghost and visit the people I love. HAHAHA. Kiddin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53. Are you polish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. Are you proud of your heritage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Of course!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;55. What is your heritage anyways?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am a 100% Pinoy pride! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;56. Harry Potter: evil witchcraft?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No. Pure talent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;*By the way, Happy Birthday to my good Atenean friend, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARRIANE "Iang" CALICA&lt;/span&gt;. She just turned seventeen and she's not feeling well. Get well soon, girl! :)&lt;br /&gt;*Tomorrow will be our online enlistment! Yay! I can't wait to know my college schedule!!&lt;br /&gt;*TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-3084095042619364753?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/3084095042619364753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweet-survey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/3084095042619364753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/3084095042619364753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweet-survey.html' title='SWEET &amp; SURVEY'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_thsoco17-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-4856320832296763017</id><published>2009-06-06T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:41:11.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orsem 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swine Flu virus'/><title type='text'>SWINE FLU SHET!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z166136623.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z166136623.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis! Dahil sa Swine Flu virus, mamomove ang orsem namin sa July 3 and 4! Oo, yung orientation namin sa July pa! Pero yung first day of classes namin sa June 15 na! Paano kaya yun??? Magic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko naman sinisisi yung committee kasi wala naman silang kasalanan kung bakit kailangang mapunta dito yung virus! Pero sinisisi ko talaga yung SWINE FLU VIRUS at lahat ng mga taong nagdala nun dito sa Pilipinas!!! Sinira niyo ang lahat ng pangarap namin bilang college freshmen! HAHAHAHA. Charot. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pano ba naman kasi. Anchaka-chaka! Planado na lahat ang dates ng aming pagsasaya! Excited na nga kaming maki-participate at lahat! Sabay, dumating naman yang swine flu virus na yan!! Nanadya daw ba talaga!! &gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paano na ang aming magandang kinabukasan???? OA ko a! :))) Pero sige na. Para namang may magagawa pa ko kung magpapakabitter ako dito. Iisipin ko na lang na gumanda ang buhay ko sa pagkakalipat ng araw ng Orsem. Kunwari may nangyaring productive sa aking musmos na buhay para kunwari din natuwa ako. HAY TALAGA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dahil diyan, sige, gagala muna ako bago magpasukan. Kapag ako ay nabundol o nasagasaan, tandaan niyo, idemanda niyo yung SWINE FLU VIRUS!! Dahil imbis na mabundol ako sa paggagala, dapat nasa loob lang ako ng Ateneo at nakikitakbo kasama ang mga blockmates ko! Dapat nag-eenjoy na kami! (Pero kung iisipin, mas mataas yata ang posibilidad na masagasaan ako sa loob ng Ateneo. HAHAHA. Joke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, ewan! Basta atat na kaming matuto. Wala na kasi kaming natutunan mula nung December 2008. Matagal na yun a!! Isipin niyo na lang, anim na buwan nang bulok ang utak ko! Inaagnas na! Medyo sinisisi ko yung high school ko. Pero wala din akong magagawa, dahil tinatamad din naman akong mag-aral nung mga panahong yun. Kaya nga atat na ako ngayon e! Kasi alam kong hindi ako tinatamad! Bahala kayo pag tinamad na ko. :)) Sinong tinakot ko? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tignan mo naman! Kolehiala na nga ang tema ng blog ko, puro katamaran padin ang ipinapalaganap ko sa mundo. Hindi naman ako nagpapatawa, ano? Pasensya na kung masyado akong nababaliw ngayon. Eto ang sinasabi kong productive na nangyayari sakin nang nalaman kong moved na talaga ang ORSEM namin. Napakasarap kong batukan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, masaya naman ako! Wala na kong sakit, at nakagala akong mag-isa sa ManilAMP kahapon! Inulan ako at ginahasa ng baha! Ginahasa din ako ng kahihiyan dahil nag-acrobat ang aking payong! Wala namang pumalakpak. :)) Hay, nakakabaliw!&lt;br /&gt;*TOODLES NA NGA. Kinalat ko lang ang balita. Hindi ko alam kung sinong matutuwa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-4856320832296763017?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/4856320832296763017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/swine-flu-shet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/4856320832296763017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/4856320832296763017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/swine-flu-shet.html' title='SWINE FLU SHET!'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z166136623.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-8908475548964488682</id><published>2009-06-03T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T05:30:57.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>LOSING MEMORY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z103989682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z103989682.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if isang araw bigla ka nalang nagising na wala ka nang maalala? Anong gagawin mo?? Would you look at it as a blessing or a curse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very occurent sa mga telenovelas and drama series ang bigla na lang maaaksidente ang bida, tapos na-forget na niya ang mga bagay-bagay. Sa mas simpleng tawag, meron na siyang amnesia. Hindi mo na alam kung asan ka, kung anong pangalan mo, at kung sino ang mga mahal mo sa buhay. Hindi ba parang namatay ka narin? Malala yun, no! Pero well, dahil hindi consistent ang mga teleserye, babalik din ang memory ng bida. Siyempre! Edi nasayang naman yung mga paunang nangyari kung ganun. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako, ayoko ng ganun. Kaya nga ayoko ng mga brain malfunctions e. Kasi diba most of the time, kapag sakit sa brain, sa kung saan mang hemisphere ng brain nakalocate ang ating memory, laging involved na makakalimutan mo ang mga certain things. That sucks! People love memories. And then one day it will all fade?? Definitely, it is a curse to lose your memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro yung mga pangit ang mga past, pangit ang childhood, or may mga mapapait na heartbreaks, siguro gustong-gusto na nila na mabura memory nila. Maybe it would be a very fruitful blessing for them pag bigla na lang naglaho ang mga hurtful things na nangyare sakanila. Minsan din pag may nagawa tayong bagay na sobrang nireregret natin, gustong-gusto na nating burahin sa utak natin. Pero aminin naman natin, we just want certain parts out of our brains. Hindi naman lahat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have certain experiences, alam ko hindi naman to amnesia, baka sakaling form lang to ng katangahan. :)) Alam niyo ba yung panic when you woke up late for a 7:30 class and you have a school bus to pick you up (which doubles up the pressure), tapos magsusuklay ka, ilalapag mo lang somewhere yung suklay kasi magmemedyas ka lang. Tapos after ilang minutes, hinahanap mo na yung suklay! Nakalimutan mo na kung san mo nilagay. I know that it's not some &lt;b&gt;anterograde amnesia&lt;/b&gt;, which is 'forgetting new events'. Pero, bat kaya ganun no? Baka dahil nadin nga sa panic... At maagang katangahan. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Retrograde amnesia&lt;/b&gt; naman kapag unable ang isang taong maalala ang isang memory or memories of the past, na hindi normal na makalimutan ng isang tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala ko tuloy si Jun Pyo of Boys Before Flowers. After siyang ma-hit ng isang car, nakalimutan na niya si Jan Di.  Sabi naman nung doctor dun, kung ano daw kasi yung pinaka-fresh at pinakamasakit na nangyari sa patient bago ang accident, posible daw na makalimutan niya. Sana nga ganun kadaling makalimutan ang feelings of heartbreak. Pero magpapasagasa at magpapabundol ka pa sa isang kotse. HAHA. Patawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, memories are important to people, aking inuulit. Life is all about the good memories na pwede nating bitbitin hanggang eternity. Kaya nga natin mahal na mahal kumuha at mag-treasure ng photographs, diba? Kasi it let us remember that we once felt so good. Being deprived of remembering, is such a worse feeling, right? Kaya yung mga bad memories natin, hayaan lang natin sila. It might be a bad mark of our existence, pero matatabunan din yan ng mas mararami pang good memories. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tomorrow would be my first alone ride in a bus going to Manila. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;*TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-8908475548964488682?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/8908475548964488682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/losing-memory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/8908475548964488682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/8908475548964488682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/losing-memory.html' title='LOSING MEMORY.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z103989682.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-4670833603512794</id><published>2009-06-02T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T03:16:24.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscing'/><title type='text'>REMINISCE..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z63439062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z63439062.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College is really right around the bushes. And some, they're already beating around it. :))&lt;br /&gt;Alam kong masyado nang matagal para magreminisce pa ko, pero babalikan ko lang ang ilang eksena sa aking high school drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SEASON 1:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Akala ng mga classmates ko, pilay ako. Akala nila disabled ako.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E kasi! Ikekwento ko sainyo. Sanay kasi ako na kapag tumatayo, I rest my weight on one foot. Ewan ko ba, anghirap and at the same time, ang-awkward na kapag nakatayo ako I have my weight equally distributed to my feet. Kasi mabilis akong mangalay! Kaya everytime na nagrerecite ako, or natatawag ng teacher, the moment I stand up, automatic na ganun yung pagtayo ko. Alam niyo yung dating ng mga matataray na high school girls kung tumayo? Ganun yung dating ko nun. Kaya maliban sa pilay ang tingin nila sakin, sinasabe nila na angtaray-taray ko daw, at parang di daw nila ako ma-reach!! What naman!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SEASON 2:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Ito yata ang pinakamaulan na school year para sakin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Basta para sakin ito ang pinakamaulan kasi andaming memories involving the rain akong naaalala nitong mga panahong to. Haha. Kakaiba kasi ang RS pag rainy days. Dahil nga bundok yun, siyempre malamig samin hindi katulad sa mga schools na nasa city. Yung room namin, ang katapat e isang gigantic puno na delikadong babagsak na ang mga sanga. So far, wala namang nadisgrasya nuon samin. :) Kapag recess na, kailangan naming lakbayin ang aisle papunta sa caff ng bonggang-bongga kasi baha. Para makasurvive kami, tatawagin lang namin si Kuya Mey para dakutin niya yung mga tubig ulan sa aisle. :)) Dabest recess nito ang cup noodles. Minsan, dabest lunch din. At dahil first class in the afternoon namin ang Algeb ni Sir Caysido, nagdadasal na kami na sana madismiss na yung klase dahil sa bagyo! Swerte naman namin na natitimingan! :) Kapag maagang nacancel yung klase, hindi pa naman kami uuwi! Mga moret talaga. Naka-blouse man o P.E., sugod kami sa ulan sa basketball court. Magbabasketball pa nga kami eh. Hindi talaga kami naghahanap ng sakit. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SEASON 3:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Napatunayan naming '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na mahirap ang CHEM, PHYSICS, at ANAL GEOM, palagi padin kaming naglalaro ng kung ano-ano sa hapon! Mula sa basketball, volleyball, BABY, habulan, at kung ano-ano pang pambatang laro tulad ng duck duck goose, shake shake shampoo, o langit-lupa. Kahit na pare-pareho lang ang principles nung huli kong mga nabanggit, nilaro padin namin. :)) Eto din ang pinakamatatag na bonding ko with my classmates. Yung tipong, magkaklase na, pero nagagawa padin naming magclass picture sa labas. (Asan na kaya yung picture na yun??) Tapos, bininyagan namin ng kanya-kanyang animal look-alike or representation ang isa't-isa. Tapos, pinilit naming manalo sa mga contests! Basta, sobrang tawanan at enjoy kami basta sama-sama! Gosh! Nothing beats junior year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SEASON 4:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;At dahil big kids na kami, kilalang-kilala na namin si Jack ngayon! At hindi lang siya, kundi pati si King at Queen.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is something na talagang nag-unite sa Terible, ito ang: POKER! O sa tagalog at mas kilalang tawag, PUSOY DOS! Haroy diosko! Ang classroom naging malupit na casino! Lahat talaga natuto para maka-belong. :) Eto ang naging number one pleasure-giver namin nuon. At pag nagsawa na sa pusoy dos, merong nakaantabay na Tong-its, UNO, 99, Go Fish at kung ano-ano pa! Nung closing party nga e. Talagang yung playing cards muna ang pinansin, hindi yung swimming pool. At anong terno ng inihaw na bangus? Pusoy dos! Hahaha. Nakakamiss na nga e. SOBRA. :) Siguro nagtataka kayo kung bakit di kami napapagalitan? Well, at one point, wala namang money na involved. (ATA :P) Tapos, at second point, pag alam naming may magagalit, patago lang kaming naglalaro. Yung talagang closed doors and windows assembly ba. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigla akong nalungkot. Pano, naalala ko, hindi na nga pala pwedeng bumalik. Sobrang nainggit ako sa mga RS students ngayon, kasi nandun padin sila sa school. Hindi man yun ang pinakamagandang school, pero para sakin OO! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya ang payo ko sa mga graduating seniors, kahit na 2010 pa ang graduation niyo, make the most most most most most of your last. Kung pwedeng puro enjoy nga eh, kaso hindi naman yun pwede. Nakakainis kasi e. Ambilis gumalaw ng panahon! Super. Pero dahil andito na ako, andito na kaming magkakabatch, kelangan na naming mag-adjust sa bagong life na naghihintay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-4670833603512794?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/4670833603512794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/reminisce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/4670833603512794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/4670833603512794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/reminisce.html' title='REMINISCE..'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z63439062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-4857173182413675059</id><published>2009-06-01T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T03:51:44.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orsem 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AB-EU'/><title type='text'>HELLO COLLEGE (EUROPE).</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z141208498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z141208498.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so makulit, noh? :)) I guess there is some creature inside of me that yells "DO NOT NEGLECT THE BLOG.", kaya kahit na medyo hilong talilong padin ako, I still managed to type some updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my main point of checking the web is to see if our ORSEM (Orientation Seminar) 2009 of the freshman Ateneans will be postponed. The postponement letter I came upon is quite lacking in accuracy, I don't know a. Kasi based from the people who read it, some received the letter thru email, while some didn't. So why is it like that? So maybe, the postponement might not push through. I would want the dates 10, 11, and 13 na! I don't want to start classes without having some small orientation or meet-the-blockmates part! Hahaha. Since I read it in a thread, I enjoyed some Atenean's share of their own experience of the ORSEM. They said it was a gathering they will never forget. So I'm pretty excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing kanyo, I checked the site! Kasi if I didn't, I wouldn't know of the time it would start, things to bring, and some t-shirt assignments! Siguro mawawala ako ng bonggang-bongga at the moment. :)) Well, siguro malalaman ko din naman pero mabuti nang alam ko na ngayon! I'll be wearing BLUE, WHITE, and RED on my three ORSEM days. Nakakainis, I want to wear yellow! :)) Chaka ko, demanding! Grabe din sa third day a. From 8AM-8PM. Enjoy naman siguro talaga, like the others have said. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also read some threads about students having AB-EU (European Studies) as their course. One regretted that she even took the course, WHICH MADE ME FREAKIN' SCARED! She said that, the course was a bit broad, that's why when it's her turn to land on a job, the employer would ask of the course due to the fact that they don't know anything about it. The worse job that you can get daw is in a multilingual call center, earning 40k-50k a month. (Worse naman pala e. Edi, I won't settle for the worse. :D) She said that she should have shifted courses early on because she didn't expect that the effect would be this unsure. So basically, she's saying that it's pretty HARD and HARSH to get on a job. Pero I believe, it's on the perception and passion of a person. If you feel that you are really for that path, then probably YOU ARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But another junior student exclaimed that taking up AB-EU is something she will not regret. According to what she said, she's now working in a multinational company just like her friends. She explained to the employer about the course, and they were pretty impressed. She said that she enjoys the course and she was lucky to meet the people in her course. THAT'S MY POINT. For me kasi, it doesn't really matter. As long as I enjoy the things I learn, nothing can beat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, getting a good job is easy if you're confident enough that you can do the job. If you know that your learning's fully-bred naman, what could be the problem, diba? We just have to work hard for it. Hindi man tayo matanggap sa isang job, then there is always a workspace waiting for us. Kanya-kanyang diskarte lang naman yan diba? Yung mga hindi nga nakapag-aral, may trabaho. What more kung mataas ang pinag-aralan mo? Kung magaling ka talaga, they will get you. :) If you didn't get the job of your expectations, then keep on searching. Wala talagang madali sa mundo. (Some might say, I don't understand. Sige na. I don't understand na. I'm just making it look easy for those who have not seen the beacon of hope pa. Hahaha. At para narin sa mga katulad kong natatakot na magkaron ng future malfunction.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AB-EU, as they say, is not something to take up if you want an easy path, because it's not as simple as it may seem. (I am assuring myself! Hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'd be stopping on this matter. I just hope that I had the right choice, aside from the right choice that I chose Ateneo as my school. :P If the winds change and my interest of Europe fades, then I will shift. But for now, I'm glad and excited of this interesting course ahead of me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ayan! Sabi ko update lang, dumada nanaman ako ng dumada! Dami ko talagang alam! :PP&lt;br /&gt;*Uy, oo nga pala! Malapit na si Visitor #555. Just lemme know. :)&lt;br /&gt;*TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-4857173182413675059?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/4857173182413675059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-college-europe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/4857173182413675059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/4857173182413675059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-college-europe.html' title='HELLO COLLEGE (EUROPE).'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z141208498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-3241973404179333874</id><published>2009-05-31T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T04:43:41.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>SICK-SUCKING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z148692893.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z148692893.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you're right. I'm still sucking sick. :| Too bad, I don't enjoy my usual computer usage as much because my mom forbids me to, since I am sucking sick. I hate the disadvantages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all who are concerned. I appreciate it a lot. Pasensya na kung hindi ako nakakavisit ng mga blogs lately. I just don't have much time talaga. Restaurant city at eto lang ang nagagawa ko. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I came to the doctor this morning to have a check-up and the doctor predicted me of having _______. I don't like to tell it muna, it's not confirmed pa naman. Basta, it's some kind of fever. Just pray for me, that this fever will halt on the 2nd of June. I'm hoping na hindi na sana lumala to. It's not a too serious disease, pero hindi rin siya simpleng headache and fever. Ha! I knew that there was a deep explanation to this! Pero I do hope that things won't get out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa sakit na to, I will not be able to go to Manila tomorrow. Baka kasi hindi ko pa kayanin yung byahe, lalo na, I am so disturbed by this freaking headache!! Kailangan ko pa namang magpa-ID before mag-June 8. (Nakakainis. Angchaka ko siguro sa ID. Kakagaling sa sakit. Lol.) So I guess, I have no choice but to take the bus alone whenever I feel OK na. Maybe this thursday. I'm hoping to feel better! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala, pasukan na ng RS tomorrow. I can't believe na gone are the days where I sulk because the first day of classes seems to approach early. Hahaha. June 15 pa classes ko eh, but I can't wait na. Siguro siyempre, because it's a brand new routine to begin with. COLLEGE, HELLO??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway. Goodluck sa mga papasok tomorrow! It's a brand new month of June! A month to anticipate another happy school year! Happy schooling to everyone! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-3241973404179333874?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/3241973404179333874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick-sucking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/3241973404179333874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/3241973404179333874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick-sucking.html' title='SICK-SUCKING.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z148692893.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-6808545550250765918</id><published>2009-05-30T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:07:12.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>ELK. SICK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/q189068948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/q189068948.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am sick. And yeah, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last last night, pagkatapos kong umiyak ng gabalde sa One Litre Of Tears (2AM), at nakipag-usap sa phone hanggang 4AM, ansakit na talaga ng ulo ko. I remember, I had chills that night tapos I had a bad dream. And then, my sleep was not good. I just woke up feeling super bad, and then I have a fever na pala. Eto na yata ang masamang epekto ng pagpupuyat ko. Bakit kaya yung iba na laging puyat, hindi naman ginaganito. Anyway, baka masyadong nanibago ang aking system. Or kung hindi naman, pagod lang siguro ako. Baka due to psychogenic reasons nanaman to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahapon, my headache is worse. Kahit nakahiga ka na at lahat, it really throbs. Tapos pag tumayo ka at lumakad, you can really feel that your head is light, and inside it feels like spinning, spinning, spinning. But good thing I am feeling better now. :) Thanks to Biogesic and some good sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'll be blogging something good tomorrow. Thank you sa mga visitors ko, you make me feel good too. Kahit na hindi ako nakapag-blog kahapon, nag-increase padin kayo. THANKS! :)&lt;br /&gt;*TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-6808545550250765918?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/6808545550250765918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/elk-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/6808545550250765918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/6808545550250765918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/elk-sick.html' title='ELK. SICK.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_q189068948.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-2453683494892333855</id><published>2009-05-28T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T03:17:03.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 Litre of Tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>DRAMATIC TO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thl131-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thl131-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to have a death sentence? If you knew that only days are left till your finished, what would be the last things you would like to do? How exactly is living life to the fullest? How exactly is living a life without regrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching &lt;b&gt;1 Litre of Tears&lt;/b&gt; makes me think of a lot of things. How does it feel to have a sickness you don't know why you have? A disease that not even one doctor knows the cause, A disease that not even one doctor knows to cure, how can you possibly accept that with an open heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just fifteen, life hasn't been sweet yet, how will you take this disease, that in time, will slowly make you decrepit? What will be the thing you will do first, from the hundred things you want to do before you die, when you know that a day will come and you won't even walk, talk, write, and wake up from a long sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagine yourself enjoying your high school days, when suddenly, you just knew that you had this sickness that is something you cannot overcome. Something you won't get out alive from.&lt;br /&gt;Just how should you take that?&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To tell you guys honestly, nung naririnig-rinig ko palang tong &lt;b&gt;1 Litre of Tears&lt;/b&gt;, I thought, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ay. Hindi ako maiiyak kasi kapag maraming taong nagsasabing nakakaiyak yung papanoorin ko, ineexpect ko na masyado na nakakaiyak nga, so hindi na ko iiyak.&lt;/span&gt;" But when I happen to start the series, dumating na lang yung episode na it just hit me hard! Nasapul ako masyado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that people cry when they can relate to something, when they don't want what's happening or when they know something's wrong. Moreover, we cry just because our hearts tell us. The goodness and concern in our hearts, take a stand, echoes, and release those tearbombs out of our eyes. It's human nature. And you know what, watching the pain of life in this Japanese series, I know that everyone will really relate to it. Kapag kasi buhay na yung pinag-uusapan and how to live it good, medyo sapul na tayong lahat dun eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya I have to finish this drama na! I want to see kasi how strong she fights before everything turns the worst. Simula kasi nung napanuod ko tong series na to, hindi naman sa pagiging melodramatic no, I've appreciated life more. Actually, I got scared because what if I also had this disease? This burden with me? Andame kong pangarap na I want to take place, as in sobra! Paano na lang lahat ng dreams ko? Pero I guess, that question is being selfish. Kasi, there are bigger purposes that we don't even know we have to carry out.  Bigger purposes na hindi lang tayo ang magbebenefit. Bigger purposes that only God knows. What happened to Aya was an inspiration to many. She may not carried out her dreams and personal goals, but her experience created small hopes inside other people's hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it happened in real life, that's where we should get the courage to face future storms. With her disease, she got discriminated, degraded, and pitied upon, but she still woke up everyday with optimistic thoughts. She showed pure and real strength. And that's what he have to do too, right? No time for being down and lonely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang, akala ko, yung bawat problema ko na ang pinakamabigat na problema sa mundo. Pero, may mga tao palang mas mabigat pa sakanila ang kanilang binubuhat,  yet they still carry it. Samantalang ako, sometimes, I just want to break down and give it up. Emo man, pero totoo diba? Hahaha. Narealize kong wala talaga tayong mapapala sa paglugmok. :) A tear won't hurt us, pero alam naman natin kung OA na, diba? Tamaan naman kayo diyan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just how can one have happiness when you have nothing but dark days ahead of you?&lt;br /&gt;Well, love can only save us. :)&lt;br /&gt;(Yan talaga ang napatunayan ko!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The love of our family and friends, the love we give God, the love we grant ourselves, and the love we have for life and living, that's what keeps us all going! With all kinds of love surrounding us, every pain can melt. :) YUN LANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How is living life to the fullest? How is living life without regrets?&lt;/b&gt; I don't know! Only the heart knows. Ask yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TOODLES!&lt;br /&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/1120358570194801036-2453683494892333855?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/2453683494892333855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/dramatic-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/2453683494892333855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/2453683494892333855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/dramatic-to.html' title='DRAMATIC TO!'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_thl131-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-5604927903164079912</id><published>2009-05-27T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:46:38.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pranks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>PRANK ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thz158468253-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thz158468253-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because Arli tagged me, and it looks exciting, here is something you will want to read. :))&lt;br /&gt;It takes a courage heart to do the following. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is called the "PRANK BLOG."&lt;br /&gt;You should pick a RANDOM person indicated from your messenger list.&lt;br /&gt;You have to copy and paste the YM conversation on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. SAY THIS TO A GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;Say: "Bakit ganyan ka?"&lt;br /&gt;Victim: &lt;b&gt;CESS&lt;/b&gt; (take note! ang stat niya, "Kainis!")&lt;br /&gt;Conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Cha: Bakit ganyan ka?&lt;br /&gt;Cess: Ha?&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Ikaw. bat ka ganyan?&lt;br /&gt;Cess: O anu meron kung ganiuto ako?&lt;br /&gt;Cess: *ganito&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Bakit hindi ka ganito? Bakit ka ganyan?&lt;br /&gt;Cess: Ay ewan.&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Haha. Patawad cess. Badtrip ka ba? Prank blog lng.&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Slamat sa pgreact!&lt;br /&gt;Cess: Gaga! Haha. Nagulat ako eh.&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Hahaha! Bsta bukas mbabasa mo!&lt;br /&gt;Cess: Langya ka.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. SAY THIS TO A GUY.&lt;br /&gt;Say: "Ang asim mo."&lt;br /&gt;Victim: &lt;b&gt;RHUBEL "BELLY"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Cha: Ang asim mo!&lt;br /&gt;Belly: Ha?.&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Hahaha. Di ka naniniwala?&lt;br /&gt;Belly: San?.&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Na maasim ka?&lt;br /&gt;Belly: Anung maasim?.&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Ikaw!&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Hahaha. Belly, prank lang to! Slamat sa pgreact. Pmunta ka sa blog ko bukas, mbabasa mo to.&lt;br /&gt;Belly: Haha. Loko.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. SAY THIS TO A GUY.&lt;br /&gt;Say: "What if I told you I loved you?"&lt;br /&gt;Victim: &lt;b&gt;IAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Cha: What if i told you i love you?&lt;br /&gt;Ian: I love you too :))&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Hahaha. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;*Odiba! Basic! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. SAY THIS TO ANY PERSON.&lt;br /&gt;Say: "Should I still pay the 100pesos I owe you?"&lt;br /&gt;Victim: &lt;b&gt;TENANG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(Kagabi...)&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Should I still pay the 100pesos I owe you?&lt;br /&gt;Tenang: -no reply-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kaninang umaga...)&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Should I still pay the 100pesos I owe you?&lt;br /&gt;Tenang: -no reply-&lt;/blockquote&gt;*Hindi kaya may utang talaga ako sakanya na kinakalimutan na lang nia?? HAHA. Bat di nia ko sinasagot!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. SAY THIS TO A PERSON WHO`S NAME STARTS WITH G.&lt;br /&gt;Say: "You're nothing but a second grade trying hard copycat!"&lt;br /&gt;Victim: &lt;b&gt;PAWIE&lt;/b&gt; (Gabriel Paulo is his real name.)&lt;br /&gt;Conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Cha: You're nothing but a second grade trying hard copycat!&lt;br /&gt;Pawie: Nu yan?? Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Hahaha. Acting! Di mo ba ngustuhan?&lt;br /&gt;Pawie: Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Pawie:Kala ko kung anu ehh xDD&lt;br /&gt;Pawie: Kelan nga pala pasukan nyo??&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Uhm. Sa june 15 pa!!! Kaw? 8 or 9?&lt;br /&gt;Pawie: 9 ata&lt;br /&gt;Pawie: Buti keo sa 15 pa&lt;br /&gt;Pawie: Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Ata pdaw!! Anglapit na e! Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Oo nga e! Kwawa nman na ung mga july pa!&lt;br /&gt;Pawie: Sila kato nga merun na nung monday dba&lt;br /&gt;Pawie: Merun pa sa july ung pasukan??&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Oo!! Haha. Mga mapuans!&lt;br /&gt;Pawie: Waaaaw&lt;br /&gt;Pawie: Eh trimester dn dun dba??&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Oo! Haha. Kya ok nrin un, Kse once ngclsses na sila, dire-diretso na! Aha.&lt;br /&gt;Pawie: Ou nga naman&lt;/blockquote&gt;-- hindi ko na itutuloy! mejo humaba nang humaba ang usapan namin. :))&lt;br /&gt;-- ngayon ko lang talaga napatunayan na andaldal ni Pawie!! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;*Napakagandang picker-upper nitong line na to no?? HAHAHA. Ice breaker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. SAY THIS TO A CLOSE FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;Say: "Don`t lie to me."&lt;br /&gt;Victim: &lt;b&gt;VALERIE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Cha: Don`t lie to me.&lt;br /&gt;Val: ?&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Are u lying to me?&lt;br /&gt;Val: Cha kaw b yan?&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Ako to..&lt;br /&gt;Val: Lying bout what? haha&lt;br /&gt;Cha: About everything..&lt;br /&gt;Val: No. Nevr&lt;br /&gt;Val: Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Haha. Val, wla lang to! Slamat sa pgreact!  Haha. Hntayin mo nlng sa blog ko bukas!  Psensya na. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Val: Gaga ka&lt;br /&gt;Val: Haha&lt;br /&gt;Val: Gulat ako ay&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Hahaa!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. SAY THIS TO A YOUNGER PERSON.&lt;br /&gt;Say: "Eew."&lt;br /&gt;Victim: &lt;b&gt;SAM BORCECE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(text message to.)&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Sam, eew. (talagang may first name pa e!!)&lt;br /&gt;Sam: ?&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Eew!&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Anong eew?!&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Ang eew kasi e!&lt;br /&gt;... antagal magreply! haha...&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Ng?&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Wala naman! Haha. Joke lang. Titignan ko lang reaction mo at ipopost sa blog ko. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Hahaha. Wala namang maiireact! Puro "Haaaaaaa???!". Haha.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kaya nga naman! Wala na bang ibang bagay na pwedeng masabi na may sense?? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. SAY THIS TO AN OLDER PERSON.&lt;br /&gt;Say: "Umayos ka please."&lt;br /&gt;Victim: &lt;b&gt;JEK RAMOS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Cha: Umayos ka please.&lt;br /&gt;Jek: ?&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Kasi anggulo-gulo e! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;... krrr. krr...&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Pasensya na kung istorbo ako!&lt;br /&gt;Jek: Ahahahahaha. Ok lang  :D Keri mo yan. :))&lt;br /&gt;Chaaa.sxy03: Haha. Slamt nlng sa pgreact. Testing lang!&lt;br /&gt;Jek: Ahahahaha. Welcome naman sa panggugulo &lt;/blockquote&gt;*Grabe!! Nakakahiya tong simulan! Pero, mabait nman yan e. Repa! :))&lt;br /&gt;*Napatunayan kong question mark ang ultimate, "PROBLEMA MO?" in a not-rude way. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. SAY THIS TO A GUY.&lt;br /&gt;Say: "I dreamt of you last night."&lt;br /&gt;Victim: &lt;b&gt;SECRET!&lt;/b&gt; (baka kasi malagot ako!)&lt;br /&gt;Conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;OKAY LANG BANG SECRET NA LANG?&lt;br /&gt;Kasi nung sinabe ko yan skanya, I made up a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko nadin naman binawi na hindi ko nga talaga napanaginipan yun!!&lt;br /&gt;So in case lang, atleast wala siyang nabasa!&lt;br /&gt;Ayokong magkaroon ng World War 2!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. SAY THIS TO A PERSON WHO DOESNT TEXT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Say: "Stop texting me."&lt;br /&gt;Victim: &lt;b&gt;TEDDY PADERO&lt;/b&gt; (an online friend)&lt;br /&gt;Conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Teddy: Teddy has buzzed you!&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Stop texting me! (ang senseless no?? haha. ganda ng timing ko!)&lt;br /&gt;Teddy: Hala&lt;br /&gt;Teddy: Texting ehh wala nga akong CP&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Oo nga naman!! Hahaha. Wala lang!&lt;br /&gt;Teddy: ^^&lt;br /&gt;Teddy: bigay ka kanta&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*AYAN. Parang wala ding nangyare!! Hhaha. Tas chinika nanaman ako!&lt;br /&gt;*What can you say?? I've done everything!! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;*TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-5604927903164079912?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/5604927903164079912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/prank-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/5604927903164079912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/5604927903164079912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/prank-me.html' title='PRANK ME!'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_thz158468253-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-2644257893626465346</id><published>2009-05-26T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T03:21:42.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afternoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>AFTER-NOON FREEDOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z190285807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z190285807.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I don't know what to post anymore!! Ha! Anyway, I am close to finishing my afternoon routine. I've watched my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inaantabayanang&lt;/span&gt; tv shows and all. The only thing missing is my orange juice and sweet bread. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually enjoying these last days of this summer freedom without college, acquainted with pressure and all the stress-producing things. Masarap ding humila-hilata kahit ganito kapusok ang init ng araw. Kasi alam kong malimit na lang akong pumetix pag medyo busy na sa classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what comprises my afternoon freedom time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Changing channels between 7, 77, and 70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since it's just in the afternoon where I can relax and step away from receiving radiation and disturbing back pains, I lie in the bed, feeling the prickly heat from the ray of the sun, letting the suffocating wind from the electric fan touch my skin, and watch the melodramatic line-up of the tv shows I am an avid fan of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, brother Paolo, and I, are the ones in the family who loves shifting channels when the shower of commercials start. We're the type of persons na nabobore sa mga commercials. I only watch commercials when I'm watching with my mom and lola. Ayaw kasi nila ng palipat-lipat. Lalo na nanay ko. Gusto niya, kung ano yung pinapanood niya, dun lang nakatutok. Eh yun naman ang ayaw namin. :) Yun narin siguro ang dahilan kung bakit wala kaming napapanood na matino ng tatay at ng kapatid ko. :)) Ha! Enjoy naman maglipat-lipat kasi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch 'Willie of Fortune' (that portion only in Wowowee), minsan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kambal sa Uma&lt;/span&gt; (ayoko kasi si Melissa Ricks) and minsan din yung Bud Brothers in Channel 77. Channel 2 ang ABS-CBN namin, pero sa aming blackbox, we found out na mas malinaw sa Channel 77, so dun kami nanunuod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa GMA naman, inaabangan ko talaga yung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dapat Ka Bang Mahalin&lt;/span&gt; ni Aljur and Kris. Ewan ko ba, kaming dalawa lang ata ni Betina ang nagkakaintindihan sa teleseryeng yun. Minsan din natyetyempuhan ko Eat Bulaga, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kambalilong&lt;/span&gt;, at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paano Ba Ang Mangarap&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Korni man ang mga pinoy teleserye sa hapon, I give time to watch them.&lt;br /&gt;Nag-eenjoy ako e! Bat ba?? :)&lt;br /&gt;Atsaka, sino nalang ang manunuod nun kundi mga katulad kong Pinoy din? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Tapos, pag parehong commercial sa dalawang channel, Fashion TV ang una kong pinupuntahan, Channel 70. Ewan ko, I enjoy watching the runway and fashion week-related shows. Hindi man ako fashionista, gusto ko lang. :) Naaalala ko kasi, when I started high school, pangarap kong maging runway model. Pinangarap ko din kasing sumali sa America's Next Top Model, which sounds so close to impossible. So yun, hanggang sa dumating yung time na I realized na hindi yun para sakin. Ewan ko, hindi ako sigurado kung ayaw ko na talaga maging ganun, pero mukhang hindi talaga. Pero ayun, I gave up din. I had deeper desires in mind. Pero, gusto ko talaga yung trabaho ni Whitney sa The Hills. SOBRA!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing, actually memorized ko lahat ng channel sa tv namin. Feeling ko!! :)) I swear, hindi ako mapakali sa isang channel lang. Talagang surf ng surf ng surf sa lahat ng channel ang drama ko! Enjoy e, diba? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Falling into reverie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kahit gaano pa kainit, big fan talaga ako ng daydreaming! Actually kahit sa school, napapansin nila, kapag Calculus at English, mga morning subjects, na mulala ako at nakatingin sa aming wide glass window. Hindi ko nga napapansin na sobrang tulala na ko. Hindi ko narin naman maalala yung mga naisip ko. It just shows na laglag, at hulog na hulog talaga ako sa aking chimera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ganto din ang drama ko sa buhay. I mean, sa bahay. Lalo na, wala namang constant thing na ginagawa, iniisip ko na lang ang mga bagay-bagay na maaaring mangyari sakin. Mahilig kasi talaga ako sa 'looking at my life tomorrow or twenty years from now', mga ganun ba! Ewan ko, siguro kailangan ko ding umiwas sa mga ganito. I remember in our last periodical test in English, I learned that to indulge in imaginings is a negative thing (ewan ko kung imaginings ba talaga yung ginagawa ko. haha). So yun, maybe I should refrain from getting laid by my own visions of myself  in the future. Live for the moment na lang, kesa tumulala ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isang bagay na hindi ko maintindihan ay kung bakit hindi ako inaantok pag hapon? I can't afford to have a siesta. Hindi ko alam, dahil siguro sa init. Hindi ko din maeenjoy ang rest ko. Pero yun, hindi talaga ako natutulog sa hapon. Malimit na malimit!! Mas gugustuhin ko pang tumulala kesa matulog sa hapon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Eating a superlicious merienda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bongga to! Hindi to pwedeng mawala sa afternoon routine ko! :) Most of the time, I eat bread, since malapit kami sa bakeshop. :)) Minsan, may kapartner pang pancit canton yan. Kahit ano, basta may makakain. Hindi ako nasanay sa pagkain ng junk foods tuwing hapon. Pero kung balak mo kong sanayin, OK lang. Kahit ano naman nakakain ko. :)) Maliban nalang pala sa limpak limpak na gulay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Hanging by the moment: TEXT-TEXT-TEXT-TEXTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kapag walang pangmerienda, ibig sabihin nagpaload ako. Hahaha. Pinakaimportanteng bagay na sakin ang pagtetext no! Sa mga kaibigan ko,, kanino ba hindi? :)) Lalo na ang pagg-GM. Parang blogging lang, you just wanna be heard and let people whom you care about be updated about what's happening to you. Sobrang layo na nga ang narating ng pagsesend ng group messages. Dati greetings lang, tas naging quotes, tas ngayon, yung tipong paghinga, pagexhale at paginhale, sinesend na sa lahat! Well, just look at how the world changes. Kahit walang nagreply sa GM mo, hala sige GM parin! It's such an automatic thing na pag wala kang magawa sa buhay mo, ipaalam mo sa lahat ng contacts mo na wala kang magawa!! SIMPLE! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. And lastly, realizing that it's already evening, and tomorrow will approach so fast &lt;u&gt;AGAIN&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love afternoons so much! I think it's freedom hour. You can possibly do anything. Sobrang at peace talaga ako when the sky, is just so blue at hindi na mainit! I just love going out of the house, magsstretching, tapos mamahalin ko lang yung moment na yun! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so sad for me is when the afternoon is about to end. Feeling ko, pag natapos na ang afternoon, tapos nadin ang buong araw. Another day starts in the evening, parang ganun. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It just denotes that we need to move forward again and if we won't move with the world, the world will leave us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katulad na lang ngayon, darating ang afternoon na kinabukasan college na ako. The line ends there and a new chalkline begins. Wala na ang freedom afternoons ko, I'm leaving preteen afternoons. Feeling ko, ngayon palang magsstart ang TEENAGE YEARS KO. And I hope it's not that haunting as other people's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends who just started college last Monday feels homesick and all. It's as if they want to leave this new life and just go back where everything is mundane. Well, I think, that's what happens when change occurs diba? We don't have a choice but to follow the current and just adjust with it. From being an infant, to a kid, to an adolescent, and then to an adult, those are the roundabouts of life. At kapag nasa borderline na tayo ng bawat isa, may choice tayo: it's either you change with it, or you get left behind. We just have to wait for things to be normal again. EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE. Maybe not as fine as before, but that's just how life goes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every windy afternoon ends with a starry evening.&lt;br /&gt;There will always be good things from endings.&lt;br /&gt;Just say hello to a brand new afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;*TOODLES!&lt;br /&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/1120358570194801036-2644257893626465346?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/2644257893626465346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/after-noon-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/2644257893626465346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/2644257893626465346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/after-noon-freedom.html' title='AFTER-NOON FREEDOM!'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z190285807.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-1840448267162364745</id><published>2009-05-25T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T06:21:39.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex scandal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>NEVER-ENDING RUBBISH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/ththyoudontneeddrugs-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/ththyoudontneeddrugs-1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How far will you go to protect your name, your pride, your dignity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I even have to talk about this, pero I guess, since people have exaggerated so much about this "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sex, lies, and scandal&lt;/span&gt;" thing, the society is already involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why people, in the midst of poverty and social asphyxia, can even manage to create a bigger dilemma to carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit kailangan pang madamay ang lahat sa issue na to? Bakit kailangan pang magkaroon ng tapakan ng dignidad via media? In the first place, bakit ba kailangang videohan ang dalawang taong nagtatalik? Bakit kailangang ikalat?? Bakit kailangang panuorin ng mga curious? Hay. Why o why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kho's mother spoke through her feelings in TV Patrol a while ago, and I think it's the most feeble speech ever. Saying that "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi na ko magsasalita, ayoko nang magsalita&lt;/span&gt;", yet she keeps on blabbing about the goodness of her son. She even had a cross, a saint, and a bible with her, but here's what I think: You don't have to involve God with all those rubbish things! It's cheap and immoral. I have to admit that the people's prejudices are harsh, but what can the society do?? It's what they see that made them say it!! &lt;b&gt;Doing a video scandal is enough to prove someone's impertinent ethics.&lt;/b&gt; Whatever your reasons are, whether you're under drugs that's why you did it, &lt;b&gt;YOU STILL DID IT, FUCK IT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Pakealam namin kung mabaet talaga ang anak niyo? Pakealam namin kung nakadroga siya kaya niya nagawa yun? Pakealam namin kung inimpluwensyahan yang anak mo kaya siya nagdroga? Pakealam naming lahat kung nasisira ang pamilya niyo dahil diyan???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting rude, I know, but it's getting pointless. It's beginning to become the stupidest thing ever. Hindi ko nga alam kung bakit ako naaapektuhan e! Paanong hindi, e sa bawat pagbukas mo ng telebisyon, bubulatlat sayo ang pinaka-baboy na kwento na patok na patok ngayon. Iwasan mo mang marinig, pilit ipaparinig sayo ng mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya na kung naging judgmental ang post kong ito. At kung medyo lampas na sa borders ang mga nasabi ko. Isa lamang itong product ng aking pag-iisip. Wag naman sana akong mademanda. Purong opinyon ko lamang ang aking sinasabe. Medyo nawiwindang lang talaga ako sa nangyayari sa Pinas. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;HERE'S A TISSUE FOR YOUR ISSUES!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TOODLES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-1840448267162364745?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/1840448267162364745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/never-ending-rubbish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/1840448267162364745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/1840448267162364745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/never-ending-rubbish.html' title='NEVER-ENDING RUBBISH.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_ththyoudontneeddrugs-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-3395832794016949624</id><published>2009-05-24T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T10:25:17.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumblr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex scandal'/><title type='text'>TUMBLINGAN NA! *porn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/ththgreatinbed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 102px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/ththgreatinbed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the house of porn today: OLONGAPORN! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bagay na bagay ang icon ko dito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of porn, I hate how the celebrities' sex scandals hit notes that high in the Philippines. Kaya tayo nababastos eh. Kaya tayo nadidiscriminate ng ibang lahi, kasi pati ganyang bagay naaatim nating patulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga nakakaisip naman kasi niyan, pwede ba, kung gusto niyong ipagmalaking sex god kayo, wag niyo namang isipin na lahat ng tao gusto yang malaman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung gusto niyong maging sikat, wag naman sa basurang paraan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung masyado niyong pinagpapantasyahan ang katawan niyo, pwede ba, kailangan niyo pa bang ivideo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung sa tingin niyong pag gumawa kayo ng sex scandal, nakakatuwa, think a million times again, rot in hell, dahil angdugyot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa  mga nagpakalat naman at patuloy pang nanunuod, magtrabaho na lang kayo ng mabuti!! Hindi na pinapansin ang mga ganyang bagay. Bilang respeto na lang sa sarili mo, para saan at kailangan mo yang mapanood??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti sana kung kayo-kayo lang ang naapektuhan -- ang nabastos, ang nambastos, at ang mga taong bastos na nood padin ng nood -- pero hindi eh. Siguradong abot nanaman sa America, Europe, Africa, Australia, at sa buong seven continents ang pagiging masyadong mababa ng mga Pilipino. Sa susunod, hindi lang si Alec Baldwin ang mambabastos sa pagka-Pinoy natin, lahat na sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magkaroon naman tayo ng concern sa Pilipinas. Wag naman nating patunayan na ganito tayo kababa sa iniisip nila. Ewan ko sayo, pero ako, hindi ako ganyan kababa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, to proceed to my life and forget the issue, I just came home from Manila this evening. I hadn't had merienda so the aroma of the Andok's chicken rushed me to our dinner table. I haven't missed this dirty old house, but I do miss the feeling of "home" infront of this slow-paced computer. (Even though it gives me stress lines on my forehead because of its lagging abilities.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main point of this post is to let you know that Arli forced me, (OK, persuaded me! Hahaha) to make a Tumblr account. What loss will I get from making one, right? It's another responsibility (that someday I will-slash-might neglect) pero problema ko na yun diba?? Kayo naman ang matutuwa pag may fruitful akong gawain! HAHAHA. As if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dahil tinatamad akong ilagay dito yung mismong link na ikiclick niyo na lang. Ang Tumblr account ko ay, &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;www.queenbeef.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Pasensya na kung may pagkain sa URL ko, at medyo natutunugan ang pagiging reyna ko ng mga matatakaw. Medyo natimingan lang na wala talagang maproduce na maganda ang utak ko, kaya yan na lang ang natype ko sa URL box doon. Atsaka maganda naman diba? Imbis na queen bee, queen beef! Very appropriate for my body type. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa pa lang ang laman non, at hindi ako sure kung may kwenta. Basta, pipilitin kong may mailagay dun katulad ng pagpilit ko na may mailagay dito. Check it out lang pag wala kayong magawa at natyempuhan niyong kagawa-gawa habang walang magawa yung pagbisita sa site na yon. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito nanaman ako sa Gapo hanggang sa maisip kong gusto ko dito. Pero pag naisip kong I want to go back to Manila this Tuesday with my mom (and with my brothers if they decided to go also), I will definitely go. :) May masayang vibe kasi yung place na yun, kahit na alam mong stuck ka sa unit na yun, hindi ka nasisinagan ng araw, at kailangan mo pang mag-elevator para magkaroon ng access sa world down under. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige na. Ala una na. Wala pa kong balak matulog, pero mamaya babalak-balakin ko na din. Naishare ko lang sainyo ang aking panibagong imbensyon at pahirap sa buhay. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ansakit ng ulo ko. Sa pagpupuyat to. It will explode in ten minutes, so I'm off and kill this exaggeration. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;*Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-3395832794016949624?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/3395832794016949624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/tumblingan-na-porn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/3395832794016949624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/3395832794016949624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/tumblingan-na-porn.html' title='TUMBLINGAN NA! *porn'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_ththgreatinbed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-15846710908877303</id><published>2009-05-22T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T03:45:53.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visitor'/><title type='text'>VISITOR #422</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thz180741391-2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thz180741391-2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You had me right. That is my usual day-to-day routine. I am reading Les Miserables after I finished To Kill A Mockingbird. So far, I am loving it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooo. Parang angtagal kong di humawak sa keyboard. Naaatat ako ngayon. HAHA. Sorry kung ngayon lang makakapag-update. ANYWAY, Si Miss &lt;b&gt;Princess Karen D. Mendoza&lt;/b&gt; ang aking visitor #422. Akalain mo nga naman o. I have to spill good words in your countenance. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ayan si Cess. Isa siyang malapit na kaibigan. :) Sa sobrang lapit, ni langgam hindi makakahinga. Siya ay isang bastusing bata, na lagi akong binabaon sa kailaliman. Pero kahit ganun, mabaet yan! (napipilitan ako.. hahaha) Isa siya sa mga taong you can trust. Basta magready ka nalang paggising mo, alam na ng buong baranggay. HAHA. Joke lang. :) You can tell her any secret you have, sigurado namang hindi niya sasabihin. Kapag kelangan mo ng advice, andian lang sia. Kung kailangan mo din ng load, nagbibigay din yan. Baliw din to. Malalim ang pagkaturnilyo ng turnilyo sa ulo niya. Basta pag may lumapit na maingay, siya na yun. Kung nakita mo na si Charice Pempengco, nakita mo na siya! Pero kung narinig mo nang kumanta si Charice, sigurado din akong hindi niya kaboses. &gt;:)) Pero mataas ang boses nito. Hindi ko lang alam kung angelic o demonic. :)) Isa pa, walang tigil sa pagdaldal to. Lahat ng pwedeng mapag-usapan sa ilalim ng buwan, napag-usapan na namin. Basta, ito lang ang masasabi ko, &lt;b&gt;ISA SIYA SA MGA KAIBIGANG MASASABI KONG WALA KANG MARARAMDAMANG GAP&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamaan ka, kung binabasa mo to. Hahaha. Diba, Cess? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan muna. Medyo, kailangan ko kasing pagkasiyahin ang lahat sa loob ng dalawang oras! Pano, nasa internet shop lang ako.. Alam mo yung, anghirap ng ganto pag sanay ka nang magdamag sa harap ng PC. Nakakamatay. Nakakapanic. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Magcomment kayo sakin and give me something to talk about. haha.&lt;br /&gt;*TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-15846710908877303?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/15846710908877303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/visitor-422.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/15846710908877303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/15846710908877303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/visitor-422.html' title='VISITOR #422'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_thz180741391-2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-6862370320617745023</id><published>2009-05-18T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T02:55:28.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top five'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><title type='text'>LET'S FACE IT: FACEBOOK ROCKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z161572199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z161572199.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BOOM BOOM POW.&lt;/span&gt; -- the most senseless introduction ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized how Facebook begins to take on a significant role in my life nowadays. It has been a trend lately to have a Facebook account that not just gives life, it runs life. It's the first thing I do when I open Mozilla, and logging out is the last thing I do. I won't be smashingly surprised if one day, Facebook has become the ultimate lifestyle. I just hope it won't be conquered by every stereotype in the world, like in Friendster. Friendster is now a place where gangsters, emos, and every rocking shit in the world unite. (I am not prejudging them. I just find it annoying. HAHA.) Well, Friendster became disgusting when people started to put symbols in their names. Oh, misconception. What I should say, is THEIR NAMES ARE NOW SYMBOLS! I also get peeved by those messages flooding the survey board. My interest for the oh-so-fab social network just diminished. I barely log in there anymore, and in those bare times, I do it for my mostly-true horoscope, and that is all. Facebook is now rocking my online life stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are &lt;b&gt;TOP &lt;u&gt;FIVE&lt;/u&gt; THINGS YOU CAN ENJOY DOING IN FACEBOOK&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Play Restaurant City and Pet Society. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto, isa sa mga bagay why Facebook is the best. It has so fun applications that will make your surfing online less boring and more entertaining. HAHA. You can get to enjoy socializing with your friends through games and more exciting stuffs. Sa Restaurant City, you will taste how to run a restaurant, name it, change menus, build it, and get your friends as the employees. Sa Pet Society naman you can style the look of your pet, name it, and design its house. Pagandahan ng bahay, pataasan ng paw points. Meron din namang Word Challenge, Who Has The Biggest Brain, Geo Challenge, and etc. Ang awesome lang talaga ng Playfish, the maker of these games. Sana patuloy pa silang gumawa ng games na ganto.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Create a note and tag some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever you are bored, just search for surveys or notes your friends have created in the past then make it your own. After doing it, tag some friends so they can comment on your note. You can also find a personality picture where you get to tag friends who resemble the people or icons in it. Masaya, kasi you get to be crazy and share your views on how your friends appear to you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Make your "How Well Do You Know Me?" quiz and invite your friends to take it. See how well your friends know you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is fun. I made one, and so far, the highest ones got only 62% correct items. It's nice because you get to see what your friends think of you, and by getting it wrong, they will reason out why they even got it wrong! HAHA. Kill those friends you have since birth who got zero in your quiz. ;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Pick your top five favorite things or whatever in the "Living Social" application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell everyone your top five and start filling up your: top five fears, top five things you won't leave the house without, top five favorite actresses, top five movies of all time, top five dead people you want to have dinner with, top five things you want to learn, and even top five people you want to punch in the face! Making a list of anything under the sun is anything but boring! :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Poke, hug, kiss, send Starbucks drinks and many more things to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, you can show that you appreciate being friends with your friends by sending them anything. People sure do get overwhelmed when they receive something from a friend. Just don't get too irritating! HAHA.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've done the four things above, bravo! The next step is be a friend, comment, and react to the things they've done. Nothing is fun without a little interaction! It'll all be perfect if everyone will just start to be interested with everyone! What a happy place, and it all starts in Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you don't have an account and you are not a fan of Friendster (*evil laugh), be sure to make one! Because it is definitely your loss in not seeing the half of the world. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Don't I make a good Facebook endorser?? :))&lt;br /&gt;*I'm here in Manila, and I am actually enjoying my every-other-day two-hour-radiation-expose! :)&lt;br /&gt;*TOODLES! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-6862370320617745023?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/6862370320617745023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-face-it-facebook-rocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/6862370320617745023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/6862370320617745023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-face-it-facebook-rocks.html' title='LET&apos;S FACE IT: FACEBOOK ROCKS!'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z161572199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-4460245978183305373</id><published>2009-05-16T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:08:51.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>NAY, TAY, ANGKULIT NYO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thz142853628.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thz142853628.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Mahirap magpalaki ng magulang.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a line from a movie, which I forgot the title. Sensibly, may point siya. Minsan, o madalas, hindi ko maintindihan nanay ko. Kagabi, kakauwi lang niya, pinagalitan nanaman niya ko dahil sarii ko lang nanaman daw ang iniisip ko. BLABLA. Hurtful pero not enough. Nasanay na eh. Tatay ko din minsan hindi ko alam kung may pake ba talaga siya sakin o pakita lang yun. Minsan, sobra-sobrang pake! Minsan naman, as in wala talaga. Magulo din ba ako? E masama bang, gustuhin ko lang ang normal na magulang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inay&lt;/b&gt;: Bratatatatatat! (*isang mahaba-habang walang kadala-dalang at karima-rimarim na sermon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anak&lt;/b&gt;: ... (*isang napakatahimik, sobrang mulala at walang kapaki-paking sagot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inay&lt;/b&gt;: O bat hindi ka sumasagot??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anak&lt;/b&gt;: E wala naman talaga akong kasalanan eh! Lagi naman kasi ako ang sinisisi niyo! Wala na kayong ibang nakita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inay&lt;/b&gt;: Aba! Sumasagot-sagot ka na ngayon!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;Paki-explain nga yun. Pag di ka sumagot dahil alam mong lalaki lang ang butas ng bahay niyo sa lakas ng boses ng nagpapagalit sayo, pag-iinitan ka. Pag naman sinagot mo at sinabi ang iyong mga hinanaing at saloobin, sasabog na talaga ang bahay niyo!! Wa ko gets mga magulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anak&lt;/b&gt;: Tay, pwede na ba akong mag-boyfriend? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Itay&lt;/b&gt;: Ha??? Anong pinagsasabe mo?? Ambata-bata mo pang nilalang, yan na ang mga pinag-iisip mo! Mag-aral ka muna!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inay&lt;/b&gt;: O anak, ikaw na ang maghugas ng plato mamaya a. Ikaw na din ang maglaba at magplantsa ng mga damit natin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anak&lt;/b&gt;: E nay, hindi pa po ako marunong eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inay&lt;/b&gt;: Ano??? Anlaki-laki mo na, hindi ka pa marunong?? Anong klaseng bata ba to!! Nung ganyan akong edad mo, marunong na ko no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Teka. Ano ba talaga? Malaki na ba talaga ako o maliit? Bata pa ba ako o matanda? Hay. Minsan naiisip ko, mas isip bata pa ang mga magulang natin kaysa satin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos ng sandamakmak na "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Papunta ka palang, pabalik na ako.&lt;/span&gt;", hindi ko alam kung gusto ko pang tumuloy sa papuntang yon. Ayokong bumalik katulad nila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ang isang kinapapasalamat ko sa mga magulang ko, they never spanked me too hard! Ibig sabihin ba nun, I never learned hard din? Hindi naman ako lumaking spoiled. Siguro nagiging iresponsable ako minsan, sige nga, SINO BANG HINDI? Pero, alam ko sa sarili ko na tinatamad lang akong maging responsable. HAHAHA. Pwede namang tamarin diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa pang kaso yan. KATAMARAN. Akala mo yung mga magulang natin hindi dumaan sa adolescence, o sa madaling salita, sa PAGIGING TAMAD. Yun ang "in" ngayon e. Aminin! Sikat na sikat ngayon yung mga joke na, "Ang taong masipag, paglaki katulong. Ang taong tamad, paglaki boss!". Odiba, alam na alam ko. Likas na tamad din kasi ako. E kasi naman, nakakatamad maging masipag! Nakakapagod. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pagiging batugan ko ay isa pang kaso ng ikinapuputok ng butsi ng nanay ko. Aba, masama bang matulog ng umaga at gumising ng hapon? Bakit, ganun naman yung ibang tao ah? Nakaka-10 hrs of sleep pa nga ako e! O, healthy life! HAHAHA. Ayaw niyo yun, ako ang patabaing baboy niyo dito sa bahay! :)) *Ayoko na nga, baka maging baboy talaga ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Gala ka ng gala, wala ka nang alam kundi gumala."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nakakarindi! Masama bang ikutin ang mundo? Hindi ba't napakaganda ng mundo para manahimik tayo sa bahay natin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hingi ka ng hingi ng pera, naghihirap na nga tayo."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E nay, bat kayo paganda nang paganda?? Naghihirap na nga tayo e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Ubusin mo yang pagkain mo! Maraming bata ang nagugutom dahil sa hindi mo kinakain yang nasa plato mo!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bakit nay, pag ba kinain ko to, mabubusog sila?? Hindi na ba sila magiging mahirap pag nilunok ko tong mga pinapakain niyo sakin?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anglabo-labo-labo-labo. Pero ganun man kalabo, mahal natin sila. DIBA? :) Sa totoo lang, natatakot ako na dumating yung araw na kailangan na nating tumapak sa mundo gamit lang ang ating mga paa. Aalalay na lang sila. Hindi katulad nang dati, sila ang gumagalaw para satin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=z136708634.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/z136708634.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unti-unti na nila tayong hinahayaan, parang batang pag unti-unting natututong lumakad, pinapabayaan na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darating ang araw mamimiss natin ang mga magulang na laging nangengealam ng mga che che bureche natin. Sasabihin natin na buhay natin to at wag nila tayong pakealaman, pero sa totoo lang hinahanap-hanap natin ang pangengealam nila. Papansin tayo e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=z183434722.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/z183434722.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamimiss din natin ang may magagalit sayo pag ginabi ka na ng uwi. Dahil darating ang araw, wala nang magbubukas ng gate para sayo. Wala nang tatawag pag sobrang lampas na ang curfew at wala ka pa. May mag-aalala padin, pero hindi na katulad ng dati. Mag-isa ka nalang sa lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakamiss din na may nagbubunganga sayo isang kibot mo lang. Ay hindi ko ata mamimiss! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life moves fast mga pare! Kaya dapat the next time na pagalitan tayo, lapitan natin sila at yakapin, then say, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mamimiss ko to!&lt;/span&gt;". Okay, instant wala na ang galit! HAHAHA. Tactics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahalin na lang natin ang mga magulang natin, kahit na ganyan sila kalabo. Alam naman nating ibibigay padin nila ang lahat ng kaya nila para sa ikabubuti natin. Yun talaga ang paniniwala ko. &lt;b&gt;Walang magulang ang gustong mapasama ang kanyang anak, hindi ba?&lt;/b&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro nga, mahirap din tayong palakihin. Pero mas mahirap talaga sila! :P Ngayon ko naisip, wala talagang normal na magulang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hindi kami natuloy sa Manila kanina. Later na siguro, or bukas.&lt;br /&gt;*Natanggap ko na na hindi ko makikita sina Archook. OK?&lt;br /&gt;*TOODLES!&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/1120358570194801036-4460245978183305373?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/4460245978183305373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/nay-tay-angkulit-mo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/4460245978183305373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/4460245978183305373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/nay-tay-angkulit-mo.html' title='NAY, TAY, ANGKULIT NYO!'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_thz142853628.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-3590178565659988373</id><published>2009-05-15T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:37:18.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>DREAM A DREAM YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO DREAM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/q185461644.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/q185461644.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dreams are the touchstones of our character."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Henry David Thoreau&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you guys believe that dreams do come true? Or do you think dreams are just failed pictures of what we want to happen in reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lately, I've been dreaming a lot. Napapansin ko, almost everyday na kong nananaginip. I know there are interpretations in the net, pero I can't classify my dreams eh. They are somewhat weird and amusing. The scenes are not really related to each other, it's pretty comical. HAHA. Last night, my dream was very vivid to me. I can still imagine the cursory details from that, and I felt it was as long as a movie. I think it was my longest dream ever. I actually enjoy the fact that I can watch and be a part of those different stories EVERY NIGHT. Whatever the reason of my nightly dreaming, I don't want it to change. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say that the topic of your dream must be the last thing you had in your mind before you went to sleep, pero I still feel unsure if I have to believe it. Magulo ako managinip. Weird talaga. I don't think I think weird before going to bed. Am I? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=z187756350.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/z187756350.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Others think that whatever you dreamt about, it will not happen in reality. Some say that it will happen. I think, happening or not, dreams are all a part of us. I may not perfectly elaborate on why do dreams occur, but in a simple note, I would like to say that we dream for us to have fun in our sleeps. :) We become creative souls, escaping the reality! Sometimes, I can control what I want to dream about. And that is what they call &lt;u&gt;lucid dreaming&lt;/u&gt;. You are called an &lt;b&gt;oneironaut&lt;/b&gt; for being a lucid dreamer. So I am sometimes an oneironaut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko nga e, diba sabi nila when you dream a lot, you don't pray before you sleep. OK, I admit. Sometimes, I forget to pray. Now tell me, am I less of the woman I am? :)) Hindi naman siguro ganun. Is it because Jesus doesn't guide you in your sleep kaya ka nananaginip? Wow, millions of people are not praying every night pala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=z186643639.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/z186643639.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One anime series I watched said that when you dream of someone, that person wants to see you because he/she's escaping reality just to be in your dream. Sa Canvas 2 ko ata yun napanuod. Nung sinabe ko yun kina Pat, they laughed. But believe me, they remembered their dreams and had their own scripts, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ay. Napanaginipan ko si ganyan. Gusto niya ko makita?&lt;/span&gt;" Well, people do trust on me easily. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my dream when my dad and mom told me contumelious words. You know my sensitive side, I woke up crying, but I found myself having forgotten those sharp words. Was that supposed to be a nightmare? Hindi naman siguro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember some mythical interpretation to dreams like when you dream that you are losing your set of teeth, someone close to you will die. But when you lose a tooth, I don't know if someone will die but it's just dangerously the same. :)) Hindi ko alam kung maniniwala ba ako. Naaalala ko when I dreamt that I lost a tooth, pinilit ko daw inuga para matanggal. Nung sinabe ko kay Phil, sabi niya ikwento ko lang daw sa puno, ikagat dun at idura! Wow. Talk about moral insanity. (Peace!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about my uncle living in the States? Does he really have to spend dollars for an international call just to check on us if we're okay because his last night's dream was losing all his teeth? Hindi ko alam kung dapat bang nakakatuwa yun. HAHA. Nakakabilib naman na andaming nai-impose ng Filipino myths sa ating kaisipan. :)) Yung iba nga, when they dream of a number, they'll say it's a sign, tas tataya sila sa lotto. Ano, nakauwi na ba sila ng milyon-milyong piso? Kung sino mang nag-imbento nun, maybe he just wants to create some fun para maexcite tayong managinip. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I know if a dream is already a nightmare? I remember my friend Nicole from grade school telling me in the 2nd grade, that our classmate who died just recently appeared in her dreams. Nasa playground daw sila and Mary (not her real name) reached out her hands to her and said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tara, sama ka sakin.&lt;/span&gt;" We tried to consult it to adults in that time, and they said that good thing she didn't go with her, because if she did she'll not wake up anymore. I am not scaring you guys, but was that a dream in form of a nightmare? Will she die for real if she did??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naranasan niyo na ba yung habang natutulog kayo, nanaginip ka na nahulog ka sa hole, or natapilok ka, or mahuhulog ka somewhere, and then you woke up and you see yourself na parang mahuhulog na nga sa kama? I've experienced that many times! Actually, I read a medical interpretation of that in Reader's Digest but I forgot the main point. HAHAHA. Don't trust me in recalling stuffs. Basta, try to search it nalang if you are that curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;How about déjà vu? I know a lot of you had it happened to them before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;One theory of déjà vu attributes the feeling of having previously seen or experienced something to having dreamt about a similar situation or place, and forgetting about it until one seems to be mysteriously reminded of the situation or place while awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The line "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ay parang nangyari na to&lt;/span&gt;!" is so familiar for those who tasted déjà vu. Imagine, o. Dreams and reality can actually connect at some point.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dreaming, for me feels good, because we see different scenes of our lives not happening in reality. It's sad that we don't dream whenever we want to. Mahirap din naman kasing piliting managinip diba? It just happens. You will just know it the time you wake up that you actually dreamed in your sleep. Sana napipilit ang pananaginip! WALA LANG. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*May application form na ko para sa student's license (for driving). Wala ang. Kumuha lang.&lt;br /&gt;*I'll be going to Manila tomorrow. And we will stay there for another week.&lt;br /&gt;*I have already accepted that I can't watch on the Davids concert. Gagala na lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*I'll be on Plurk and Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;*TOODLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1120358570194801036-3590178565659988373?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/3590178565659988373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/dream-dream-youve-always-wanted-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/3590178565659988373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/3590178565659988373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/dream-dream-youve-always-wanted-to.html' title='DREAM A DREAM YOU&apos;VE ALWAYS WANTED TO DREAM.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_q185461644.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-492279527630644382</id><published>2009-05-14T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T04:13:49.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being beautiful'/><title type='text'>I AM SO BEAUTIFUL, I'M LACKING PRETTY WORDS TO SAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thz149591860.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thz149591860.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something that you have that you feel like you need to hide and why? &lt;b&gt;My flaws. They push me to create my list of insecurities.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is something I wouldn't want to talk about, something that I will be very sensitive talking about, it would be my imperfections. But just look at the crazy world, &lt;u&gt;I am&lt;/u&gt; talking about it (for the second time around). Anyway, it's for you guys to actually read something in here that makes sense. And since I've been lacking things to discuss, I decided to answer the 'featured question' in Xanga. (Blogger and Xanga are friends, right?) I'm planning to answer it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I spank my ass to start this? Well, I would really like to avoid thinking, and worse TALKING, about my flaws. It is something I fear remembering. Is there such thing as flawophobia? Or more like scared-to-realize-I'm-not-perfectophobia? I don't know if I am the only one who stirs up when this thing just pops out of the hemispheres of my brain, but I hafta say I get really affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Minsan, pag naglalakad ako sa kalsada, hindi ko maiwasang tumingin sa mga kapwa kong babae na naglalakad sa kalsada. Hindi ko maiwasang ikumpara ang napakapangit kong sarili sa mga itsura nilang pakiramdam ko ay mas katanggap-tanggap sa lipunan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kapag nakakakita ako ng mga taong mas maganda at mas kaakit-akit kaysa sa akin, nawawalan ako ng gana. Yung kasiyahan ko, lumalagapak. Pakiramdam ko, pwede niyo na kong tapak-tapakan at wala akong mararamdaman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not being melodramatic. Seriously, I don't know why I'm even talking about this. Once in a while, I just want to release those negative feelings inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have to erase this distasteful attitude of mine. Believe me, I'm trying! So if ever you're having this personality disorder that I have, kill it. I'm raping mine!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAVE YOU EVER....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Felt as if everyone is looking at you, judging you from head to foot? A paranoid shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Been shy and scared that people might not want to be friends with you because you look very far from what you dreamt to be looking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lost confidence in yourself because you think you are the ugliest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Been envious of people who you think has everything you don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;HAVE YOU ACTUALLY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Felt that some people love the way you look? :) That when you feel like looking bad, they don't mind at all? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Noticed that people wants to be your friend because you are YOU? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Thought that when you start to smile, it will actually show the beauty you have long been wanting to see? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=s184439580-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/s184439580-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Realized that your smile can start the whole world smiling, something that sounds like the Beatles? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Opened your eyes and looked at that unique beauty you see in the mirror? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Learned that life is not about being perfect, and being beautiful is actually a state of mind? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That beautiful girl I am looking at is oozing with confidence. I can see the happiness in her eyes because I know that she is being herself. She has this "kakaibang" radiant glow because seeing her smile, I feel that she loves herself. From her good posture and graceful gestures, I can infer that she is happy with WHO she is, WHAT she is, and what she HAS in her life. That happy disposition in life, she acquired it by loving the imperfections she was born with, hugging it with all her might because she knows that it'll make her strong and believe in herself more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HEY, WAIT... THAT GIRL LOOKS FAMILIAR.&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS ACTUALLY ME I AM LOOKING AT.&lt;/b&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we are blinded by things that don't really matter in this world. We are not judged by the way we look. W are actually judged by the way we want people to look at us. We decide on how to present ourselves to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Being that low-esteemed girl just can't be me.&lt;br /&gt;Because I believe that I am beautiful inside and out!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Now, isn't that so good to hear?)&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat saying it until you're ringing any bells.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am currently rereading &lt;b&gt;To Kill A Mockingbird&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;b&gt;Harper Lee. &lt;/b&gt;Honestly, the insolent loss of electricity for abominable eight hours provoked me!&lt;br /&gt;* TOODLES! :D&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/1120358570194801036-492279527630644382?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/492279527630644382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-so-beautiful-im-lacking-pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/492279527630644382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/492279527630644382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-so-beautiful-im-lacking-pretty.html' title='I AM SO BEAUTIFUL, I&apos;M LACKING PRETTY WORDS TO SAY.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_thz149591860.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-384068094703423551</id><published>2009-05-13T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T05:19:35.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Archuleta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desperation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>LIFE, BE GOOD TO ME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z190713844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z190713844.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;Hope is always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anglungkot ko kasi!&lt;/i&gt; Sold-out na yung tickets sa David C vs. David A Concert. Why does it have to happen to me? The avid fans can't watch, while the people who were forced by someone in an instance will enjoy on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sabi naman ni Shim, may mga scalper sa mismong day of the concert. Should I put my faith in their hands? That they won't let me down? And that they would actually appear infront of my face on the day of the concert handing me a ticket, if I would actually, in case, believe them?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina, David Archuleta showed up in Mall Of Asia. Arriane, my classmate who won't even stop what she's doing knowing that Archuleta had to be in the place where she is, has actually witnessed his arrival. Why, oh why? Should I stop being desperate to just see him? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=s176225496.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/s176225496.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the fun of life starts here. Life's giving me one hell of an adventure. I won't stop finding, searching, hunting, looking, waiting, or sacrificing anything just to have my hands on a ticket. I don't care if I'll be standing the whole time they are singing. I don't care if I have to squeeze myself in a million-crowded place. I won't mind if I will have my skin in contact with other people's sweaty selves. I sound desperate, because yes I am. I just won't stop. &lt;i&gt;Kung gusto palaging merong paraan!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I changed my layout. Where was the adventure with a monotonous lay? Life is not stagnant as that. I've changed things. And I know that this hopeless moment I'm in will change in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napapansin ko, emotional ang lyrics ng blog ko ngayon. Ewan ko ba. Sakto sa moment eh! I'll spread the news if I've been successful in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life be good to me. I've been good to you for years.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES BABE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-384068094703423551?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/384068094703423551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-be-good-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/384068094703423551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/384068094703423551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-be-good-to-me.html' title='LIFE, BE GOOD TO ME.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z190713844.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-3691064218413318021</id><published>2009-05-12T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T05:49:58.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hang-outs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>FRIENDLY AFTERNOON.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thz66979057-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thz66979057-1.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am really happy right now, I can't think of any unhappy thought. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another great day to spend time away from home and just chill with my lovey-dovey friends. It feels good to see them again after uncounted-yet-long days of not seeing each other. We've been busy with our futures and our lives for the summer, it's nice that we had this day to catch up to the latest updates of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tl invited us to join her today because she will treat us. For no uncertain reason at all, we got a free slice of Yellowcab pizza today! Yum. It was a long time since I last ate pizza. My birthday was the last, I think. As usual, Mcdo is the first place to go. It's like an official thing that when we meet, Mcdonalds will always be the special place. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles and laughs greeted each other and the feeling of lightness came to us when we talked about the good times we've treasured in high school. We never imagined we'd miss hanging out with each other so much that we can't actually gulp the fact that college is just right around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/my%20pictures/MAY/?action=view&amp;current=Image2495-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/my%20pictures/MAY/Image2495-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/my%20pictures/MAY/?action=view&amp;current=Image2499.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/my%20pictures/MAY/Image2499.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/my%20pictures/MAY/?action=view&amp;current=Image2496-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/my%20pictures/MAY/Image2496-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/my%20pictures/MAY/?action=view&amp;current=Image2500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/my%20pictures/MAY/Image2500.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/my%20pictures/MAY/?action=view&amp;current=Image2497-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/my%20pictures/MAY/Image2497-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/my%20pictures/MAY/?action=view&amp;current=Image2501.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/my%20pictures/MAY/Image2501.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/my%20pictures/MAY/?action=view&amp;current=Image2503-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/my%20pictures/MAY/Image2503-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait...&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Ami's lost in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Why the sad face, twin?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating at Yellowcab, we had a walk around SBMA, took some photos, and just enjoyed the frolicking hot sun. I kept on telling them that we will get skin cancer of what we're doing! This is what magazines taught me. We are actually kissing skin cancer in the face, traveling the pathway bare-bodied to the beach. But despite the killer heat, we had a lot, I mean A LOOOOOT fun. Good thing they agreed to eat ice cream with me. You know, just to erase the dryness of our throats and to add bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad thing was, it made us thirst even more! We went straight to the new Mini-Stop inside the bay. And there, we laughed at the Iwa Moto FHM stand. The boys stared at it as if it's a true human body! It would really melt fast because of their stares, not of the sun's rays! LOL. We had our bodies cooled then we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go to Mcdo again to just sit and hang out, and there I saw &lt;b&gt;Ate Jacq&lt;/b&gt;. She is our house helper who left us for his son in Visayas. We didn't know she was working here again until Betina saw her in a party they catered. She really became close to our family because she stayed with us for eight long years. I missed her, but I kind of moved on with my life also. Well, you know the feeling of someone a part of your everyday life leaving you and having plans of not showing up ever again. I was sad of course. She was present in my growing up, in my adolescent years. She knew me more than my friends. And it's just lonely that she's working in a different house now. Well, at least I saw her! And we updated each other of our lives. She said she misses me and my brothers, and that she want to come back and stay with us again. But I don't think it's possible anymore. Certain people just come and leave us. I am aware of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tl, Fords, Omar, and Amiel proceeded for a game of DOTA at OCIC (as usual). Pat went home first because she has a curfew of four o' clock in the afternoon. Whaaat. Jio and Val left also because Val needs to go home early too. The strictness of parents is always there, my brothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danilo, Cess, Koen, and I stayed at Mcdo to talk about our love histories. It was chaka ever! They kept on intriguing me with my own life, but I told them the happiness I really get from being single. &lt;B&gt;I AM JUST PERFECTLY HAPPY AND CONTENTED WITH MYSELF RIGHT NOW.&lt;/b&gt; Well, we really shared some good laughs. We also talked about college and the life we should be ready for. I told them that I want to meet new friends already. And their reaction was fickle yet touching, &lt;b&gt;"Andito na nga kami, naghahanap ka pa ng bago"&lt;/b&gt;. Well, of course I need new acquaintances and contacts to survive someday, but I told them, &lt;b&gt;"May mahanap man na bago, siyempre iba padin kayong orig"&lt;/b&gt;. I am just so sure that these guys will always have their special spots in my life and in my heart. NAKS. DRAMA. It might be cheesy but the cheesier, the more real it is! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some few teases and controversial convos, Meynard texted me if we will still see him. He should have been with us, but since he's got a job, he wasn't able to come with us. We met him in his working afterhours, and then I walked myself home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty day and there's still a next gathering. We told Meynard to treat us in his birthday, on the 31st! We gotta watch out for that!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;br /&gt;:*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-3691064218413318021?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/3691064218413318021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/friendly-afternoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/3691064218413318021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/3691064218413318021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/friendly-afternoon.html' title='FRIENDLY AFTERNOON.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_thz66979057-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-1176117322719023256</id><published>2009-05-11T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T04:30:42.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys Night Out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>IT'S MAGIC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/q144044213.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/q144044213.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing interest in blogging. (Kidding!) HAHAHA. Well blame it on the a-a-a-a-alcohol! Uh, uh, uh, I can't think of anything to write anymore. I don't know if this feeling is an eternal thing, or it's just at-the-moment one. Whatevsssss. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one reasons is that I am actually listening to &lt;b&gt;Boy's Night Out&lt;/b&gt; online, my fave radio show lately at 89.9 Magic FM. :) Good thing they have this special service at the web, now I just feel so great! I missed &lt;b&gt;Tony Toni&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Sam YG&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Slick Rick&lt;/b&gt; and their &lt;I&gt;YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH, MAN!&lt;/i&gt;. I remember one night listening to them, it was their Mother's Day special. Sam YG was reading the messages of the listeners with the question: &lt;i&gt;Bakit malupit ang nanay mo?&lt;/i&gt;. And one message goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I remembered when I was a kid, I always ask my mom to buy me a pet dog, and she went like, "Not until you finished that one on your plate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Reaction? Grosssss but A for a cool mom! :P&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One listener called and she said that her mom is malupit because she hates her boyfriend. Wow, how lupit can that be! They even admitted on the call that they need Bro! &lt;I&gt;Why?&lt;/i&gt; The girl is pregnant pala. And they were asking these boys to be ninongs. ON-AIR. Lol. :D So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this morning I called Ticketnet. Before that, I checked my mail and found a message from them saying that they do not allow ticket reservations anymore. Maybe because the concert is coming close and people might do rush-buying. :) The girl who answered my call told me that I can still buy at SM malls and at the Araneta Center. I called Shim immediately to see if she can check SM customer services to get some tickets. Good thing, she was available! :D I hope she gets two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I lack stories. Oh yeah!! I will tell you about my dream last night. I dreamt of two batchmates having a church wedding! The ugly part is, I can't remember any of their faces! It came as a sketch to me!! But I am pretty sure they are my batchmates! Whatevsss. My dream skipped into a different topic. I just found myself in a medical clinic or hospital, I am not sure. The thing was, I was running away from the just-graduated medtech who will have my blood taken. Sabi niya, itutusok na lang daw niya agad yung needle, hindi na daw niya pamamanhirin kasi no need daw talaga. I was like WOAH. Won't that hurt a lot? The needle was big and I need to fill up a big blood container. I just kept on running and Miss I'll-Get-Your-Blood ran to get me like a bloody vampire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES FOR NOW.&lt;br /&gt;IM OFF O-O-OFF O-OFF O-OFF.&lt;br /&gt;MWAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-1176117322719023256?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/1176117322719023256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-magic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/1176117322719023256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/1176117322719023256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-magic.html' title='IT&apos;S MAGIC!'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_q144044213.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-2634234499251762060</id><published>2009-05-10T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T08:35:03.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>HEP HEP. HOOOOOORAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/850238.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/850238.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How do I explain this outrageous feeling?? I'm feeling like I'm a mom today. I enjoyed the mother's day!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's day should be celebrated everyday, not once a year. The hard work and love of our mothers for us has never left our day-to-day living, why thank them very rarely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family culture has changed a lot over the years. Mothers are now fathers, working through hell just to feed the family. I cannot thank mom less for she struggles day and night to supply our needs. Even though the stress from work and hard-headed children combine like lightning and thunder, very dangerous, mom always kept her golden heart sewn in her sleeve. See, our moms take and give it all. And today, they deserve our attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really look at my mom as a super mom! I know that my dad has always been a super dad for giving us everything he could, and when he went away to work in another country, I didn't expect that my mom can independently and successfully carry on with the things my father usually do for us. She works in Manila, away from us, and she travels every weekend just to see us and look over if everything is taken care of. I cannot imagine the tiresome days and sleepless nights she hurdles on just to pay the bills. I cannot imagine the headaches. I don't need to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But even though being a mom is a responsibility harder than life, thank you for not giving up. Mom, sorry for everything unwanted that I've done. Thank you for being all-out and saving nothing for yourself just to give us enough. Life as a mother may always be stressful but we are entitled to erase those with our bottomless love. Thank you for not giving up. Thank you for not selling us whenever you are in your hardest trials. You deserve our love and warmth. We will always be thankful having you as our family's 'ilaw ng tahanan'. Someday, we will repay you. And don't worry, we will prove that you will never regret us being your children. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=eFmj824fFn3ghh5vMNYwRZw8o1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/eFmj824fFn3ghh5vMNYwRZw8o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;Center&gt;I LOVE YOU MOM!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I was not able to tell it to her. I don't know why I find it so hard to say when I mean it like THHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIS big. When I greeted her this morning, I just hoped she heard my heart crying out the loudest I love you! I just wished that in that second in my life, my heart can turn into my mouth and those words will just spill all along. I am disappointed that I did not say it. But some words are just so hard to say. It requires me double the courage and a lot more un-chickening!! I'll just show it through some housework. CHAKA. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we celebrated Mom's Day with a lunch at the Coco Lime. I really stomached a lot. MUHAHAHA. Diet is not an official word for today, my brothers. After hitting on the hunger, David Felizarta, my grade two classmate who went to Canada, texted me that he's here and he wants to see and hang out with us. He's got today only as his free day so to not miss the chance, I went to meet him with Amiel, Kato, and Betina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at Mini Stop and really he was the same carefree David I knew from Grade 2. He's like 5'10, man! Just look at what Canada can do to your hormones!! David was a significant classmate when I was grade 1 and 2 because since I always dance when I was little, I was always paired with him because his height seems to fit mine. So that's how. Hahaha. He really continued dancing up until now, and he's been a part of Team Canada who once fought with the junior team of the very famous Kabba Modern! How nice is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we walked to Teriyaki Boy, we had some drinks and they had sushi. We really had some good laughs and we just missed elementary so much! Pawie came along with us, and yes, we were five! We can't contact any classmate that's available at the moment so we proceeded in roaming around SBMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;u&gt;THINGS WE DID/KNEW/TALKED ABOUT IN OUR STROLLING AROUND&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Knew that Twilight was shot at his school in Canada!! (Imagine!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. That he bumped into Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson not knowing that they are the famous Bella and Edward!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ate dirty ice cream. It's David's first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Went inside a discount store and laughed that Kato wanted a toy (a pirate gun) that is not sold in Ocampo's. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Talked about Earl being "the head of the food chain" in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Talked about Earl being a hooker and sleeping with older women in Canada. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Talked about Earl being a manager of a department store in Canada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Talked about Earl's band and how it sounds like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Earl, I hope you are not reading this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Talked about how beautiful David's sister is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Talked about (Let Kato talk about) RACISM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Walked around the Lighthouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Posed infront of a mirror to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Watched Kato do his matrix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Goofed around and just talked about Grade 1 &amp; 2 history. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home around 6:30PM with my feet hurting like some mushroom stepped on. I really enjoyed the day! Thank you to the persons who've enjoyed everything with me! I hope this will happen again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing!! I think I'll be getting a chance to watch the Davids Concert!! At first, I told mom that I really would want to go. And then, with my shyness with me, I said that it's okay even if I am on the standing part! So, she said that I can go if someone will go with me. I found Shim!!!!! And yes, she agreed! HOORAY! Thank you, mom! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't care if I will not see them face to face. I just want to be a part of their going to the Philippines!! And I want to hear them live!! There will be a lot of screens in that place! I will see them virtually! It's okay, I know it'll be fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that today rained Davids. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-2634234499251762060?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/2634234499251762060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/hep-hep-hooooooray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/2634234499251762060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/2634234499251762060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/hep-hep-hooooooray.html' title='HEP HEP. HOOOOOORAY!'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_850238.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-3645754545108827876</id><published>2009-05-09T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:26:27.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antukin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visitor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rico Blanco'/><title type='text'>GRATITUDE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z30604583.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 99px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z30604583.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really hope so! From the bottomest(?) bottom of my heart. :))&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine go away, come again another day!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa wakas! May visitor number 311 ako! Tenenenen: &lt;b&gt;Jan Frederick Cruz&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why visitor #311?&lt;/i&gt; Kasi it's my birthday number! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why would I want to know visitor #311?&lt;/i&gt; The reason is nothing too big a deal. I just want to give that person some serving of gratitude. And that gratitude is to talk about him/her here in my post! (Woy. Porke nalaman niyo yung purpose ko, baka yung mga next visitors na i-ask ko, hindi na magsalita sa tagboard ko!) Don't worry, these are pure affirmations! Ayaw niyo ba ng something that will make you smile? Knowing that it came from me! NAKS. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan. So let me begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Yan si Frederick, he's a third year student in my school when I was a fourth year student. He is the now-famous SSG President and he's got tons of activities planned for his last year in the school. Andami nitong nasasabi tungkol sa world and everything in or not in it! I really am amazed at the things he can tell without a book or any fact sheet with him. I think he's got some super storage in his brain, and he is one of those special kids who have it! He is also a funny man! He is the kind of person that tells everything frankly of the things that unpredictably run inside his brain when he's infront of you. It's a pleasure for him to laugh at people and their foolishness! That is not a bad thing. Kasi miski ako ganun din e. Kaya kami nagkakasundo. We are devils! :)) Well, I can't say that it's good, though! Masama bang i-enjoy ang mga kaenjoy-enjoy sa paligid? Diba freddie? Basta, this guy has a lot to give. He can help you in your assignment and he's got responsibility spelled with his name. When he says "leave it to me", no more words needed, he'll do it. :) I think I know him because I've worked with him in the student council. Well, man this is much! Lumalaki na ulo mo kung binabasa mo man to! :)) Goodluck sa 4th yr life!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Do you guys know of the song "Antukin" by Rico Blanco? I just love the lyrics so much! Each verse might not really pertain to every verse, but it's just so amazing. I think I can consider him as one of the greatest Pinoy musicians ever. His tunes are spunk, with lyrics that express a really beautiful soul. Ewan ko, I think his songs got magic that picture the true blue Pinoy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pinaiyak ka ng manghuhula&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na raw tayo magkasamang tatanda&lt;br /&gt;Buti nalang merong langit&lt;br /&gt;Na nagtatanggol sa&lt;br /&gt;Pag ibig na pursigido at matyaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=z160796902.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/z160796902.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahalikan nalang natin ang kinabukasan&lt;br /&gt;Ng buong loob at yayakapin pa&lt;br /&gt;Tadhana'y medyo overrated kung minsan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kung ayaw may dahilan&lt;br /&gt;Kung gusto palaging merong paraan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=z181648113.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/z181648113.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now got my medical certificate with me. I just have to pass it in the Ateneo the next week and I'm off to registration (term of enrolment in ateneo)! :D&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-3645754545108827876?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/3645754545108827876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/gratitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/3645754545108827876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/3645754545108827876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/gratitude.html' title='GRATITUDE!'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z30604583.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-8380522331896113096</id><published>2009-05-08T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:35:52.916-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katipunan'/><title type='text'>UH-HUH. I'M GOOD. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z187239902.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z187239902.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some things are not important. But you are to me. :D&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, what side of the story do you want to hear?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na bibilangin ang mga pagkukulang ko sainyo, dear readers! Pero I thank you! Sa lahat ng pumupunta sa blog kong walang saysay kundi ang day-to-day experiences ko, maraming maraming salamat. Pinapasaya niyo ko! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To update you with what has been happening to my dear dear jolly (&lt;s&gt;dead&lt;/s&gt;) life, I am actually in a good condition. I am very much sure of what I am feeling today! I am ecstatic because after my unexpected three-days-of-living-without-internet, I am actually in my senses to say that I am pretty much OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=z188577429.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/z188577429.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have proved one thing to myself: &lt;b&gt;Ha! You internet! You thought you are my life! Nabuhay ako nang wala ka! Beh!&lt;/b&gt;. It's actually overwhelming that in my stay here in Manila, I've lived a life different from the life I am living at home. I realized that there is more to life than sitting infront of this suppressing gizmo. I know that it has been a very significant thing in my life, spending time with the internet, pero talagang natutuwa lang ako na &lt;i&gt;I've spent my life the way I do not spend it&lt;/i&gt;. There is so many good things in life that I am missing and I'm glad that I created a difference before summer ended. I am proud to be working my ass off to do the chores! At isa pa, I listen to radio stations here in Manila, at hindi ko inakalang ganun kasaya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share with you the SEVEN ULTIMATE THINGS that I do over and over again while I'm living without internet. As in, pito lang talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. WAKE UP.&lt;/B&gt; Hello. Tao padin akong nagigising. Lol. Alam niyo yung 'senseless' tong mga pinagsasabi ko?? Yihee. Alam kong namiss niyo ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. COOK BREAKFAST &amp; LUNCH.&lt;/b&gt; Ha! Akala niyo wala akong alam no? Since I'm with my brothers, it's my responsibility to make food for them. Swerte nila yung pagprito ko hindi sunog, at very edible naman siya! :)) Ayun, kasama na dun ang pagsasaing ng kanin na pwedeng-pwedeng kainin! (I sound defensive, no? HAHA.) At ang effort ng aking supple skin na matalsikan ni ugly mantika! ARGR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. WASH THE DISHES.&lt;/b&gt; Yes. Since partihan kami ng second brother ko sa paghuhugas ng dishes, nakatoka ako sa dirty dishes after breakfast. So far, hindi pa naman ako nag-aala Rihanna, "I'm breaking dishes up in here!! Oh yeah. Uh huh." Hindi ko pa naman yan naging theme song. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. SLEEP AGAIN.&lt;/b&gt; Since my brothers are enjoying the television for their selfish selves, playing PS2 and all the drama, and I have been a good sister to them all week long, I don't have anything to do but to listen to the radio and lull myself to sleep again. Sa sala o sa kwarto, anywhere, but I am sure that I'll be sleeping two more times before the real sleeping time. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. ETO NA: WATCH TV.&lt;/b&gt; I watch Wowowee. Yung portion na iinterviewhin yung mga contestants. Isa yun sa mga napagkukuhanan ko ng katatawanan! Nag-eenjoy ako! Tapos, nakakasingit lang ako sa mga brudabells ko kapag may American Idol at pag nasa bahay na si Mommy. OK lang naman. Minsan lang naman ako maging goody good sister to them. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way! I was really fuming when Danny Gokey didn't leave American Idol yesterday! I wished it was him who went home and not Allison. Allison has such a good potential and I don't like Gokey because of his yabang aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I watch May Bukas Pa. Oo no. I am a holemole person! HAHA. You should watch that I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. LISTEN TO MAGIC FM 89.9.&lt;/b&gt; One thing I enjoy in this station is that aside from the sobrang gandang voices of the DJs, you can really hear that they are enjoying and they are so fun to listen to! I like morning moments with DJ Mo, the TOP5 AT FIVE with Andi and Jessica, and ofcourse ang BOYS NIGHT OUT kasama sina Tony Tony, Sam YG, and SlickRick. So good! Kaya kong mabuhay nang isang araw basta naririnig sila. Tawa ako nang tawa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa time slot nina Andy, they give away free tickets for the Davids Concert on May 16. Grabe, kung may landline lang ako dito, tinadtad ko na sila ng tawag. I really want to see the David's enjoy here in the Philippines!! Gusto ko talaga. Nasasagot ko nga yung mga questions na tinothrow nila para sa mga callers. Just proves that I am one hell of a fan!! Bigyan niyo nga daw akong ticket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. UNYT BLUES!!&lt;/B&gt; Eto. Every other day, one of my friends will register for UNYT. (Yes, the very famous unlimited nite calls from Globe. From 11-6AM) Syempre, hindi namin sasayangin at susulitin to the max talaga namin ang tawagan. When we are in the mood, and our eyes are in a good disposition also, aabutin kami ng 6AM. Pero dahil busy these days at medyo nagccrave ang lahat sa tulog, hanggang 3 or 4AM lang kami. BANGAG NA BANGAG NA YUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we're going home. I'll get more clothes and we'll spend the Mother's Day with my grandmotttha. I actually feel homesick but I am enjoying here naman so it's not a problem. I think I'll go back here with my mom for the next week. My brothers will not be around kasi mageenroll na sila, so I guess, I'll have the condo for myself in spare time! YES. I'll bring lotta dvds! And I'll have many rounds of Grey's Anatomy, Gossip Girl, and so much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina nga pala, Shim and I met. We went inside Ateneo to meet her friends and to just stroll around. Akalain mong after ng rainy days biglang titirik yung araw ng ganto. Hello Sunshine, angdrama mo! :P It's a good thing din na nakasagap ako ng Vitamin D today. D ba o E? Whatevss. :)) We talked a lot of stuffs at namiss ko siya talaga! We ate at Cello's and sayang I didn't get to taste their delicioso Cheese doughnut. Right beside it, nakakita ako ng cute earrings na BUY 1 TAKE 1 for 50pesos! Grabe. ANGCUCUTE. I'll be going back in that place talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yun, usapan namin ni Shim, she'll go with me to pass my Medical stuff next week. Tapos gagala-gala narin siguro kami. HOPEFULLY. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-8380522331896113096?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/8380522331896113096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/uh-huh-im-good-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/8380522331896113096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/8380522331896113096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/uh-huh-im-good-d.html' title='UH-HUH. I&apos;M GOOD. :D'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z187239902.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-1806987158077464512</id><published>2009-05-04T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T01:01:20.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katipunan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pacman'/><title type='text'>YEHEY! HOOOOORAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z167626909.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z167626909.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;No cheers for me because I now got two gaps in my blog. But cheers for a good day!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What I meant with the 'gap' in my blog:&lt;/b&gt;: Dalawang araw palang akong walang post. One in April at kahapon. Pero atleast I still made time today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm here in Manila. Since yesterday, andito na ko. Dito sa &lt;b&gt;Prince David&lt;/b&gt; Condominium in Katipunan Q.C. So far, I'm loving this place. And I'm loving my stay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here with my brothers and mudrabells. Since my mom is working from 7 to 5, ako po ang nauutusang gumawa ng chores, make food and etc. It's a hassle but god, I AM LEARNING! Ansaya-saya ko talaga. :) This place is very homey. Unang gabi palang pero comportable na talaga ako. Buti nman. The unit is actually big for me, kahit na maliit padin siya. Pero sobrang enough na siya para sakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ang elevator, hindi nakakatakot. BEH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was able to roam around the city with all the humid and every irritating thing! Grabe, ibang klase ang pollution dito. I know that it's very obvious when you first hear the word "Manila". Anong klaseng fresh air pa ba ang ieexpect mo diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to SM Sta. Mesa by train, and so far, yun palang ang kaya kong puntahan ng mag-isa. :)) Wag nyo kong tawanan kasi very big accomplishment na yon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, napaka-walking distance lang ng National Bookstore dito. Sa hindi ineexpect na pangyayare, kakagaling ko lang dun ALONE. It was heaven! Very big tapos andun na rin siguro lahat ng books. :) Ansaya-saya. Andami ding katabing restaurant and food chains dito, I am pretty much loving the environment. Hindi nagkamali ang mga advisors ko na nagmamahal sa Katipunan. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a super tiring day! Super kaya naman nung tinawagan ako nina Thea using UNYT, hindi ko na sila nasagot kasi nananaginip na ko nun. :)) I'm dozing my ass off na nung mga panahon na iyon sa sobrang pagod. 10PM pa lang tulog na ang batugang ako. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;HAIL PACMAN!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I am not a fan of boxing. But anything that makes Pinoy blood rise more than anything else I will surely love. My dad and brothers are updated with boxing, and yesterday was one big event for all Filipinos and boxing fanatics, the battle of the east and west: HITMAN VS PACMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=b185784016.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/b185784016.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let me correct that.&lt;br /&gt;6.8 million people live LONELY in England. And for now, more than 6.8 million people are REJOICING in the Philippines!! Not just Filipinos, but every Pacman fan in the whole world!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky Hatton of England had his sweet dreams inside the ring. Round 2 pa lang, tulog na siya with that magnanimous left punch in his jaw. GRABE. I can't even imagine Pacquiao's fists landing on my own face. VERY NOT HAPPENING ANY TIME OF MY LIFE. Hindi ko hihilingin pa. :)) But if I was given a chance to punch Aling Dionisia in the face, I would!! *Hindi ko alam kung bakit ako bitter sa nanay ni Pacquiao. Ansama ko lang talaga. Naiirita lang talaga ako sa mukha niya. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maliban sa napakaraming commercial sa siete, na-enjoy ko namang makita ang gwapong mukha ni Batista. :P Naiirita ako na binago ni Martin Nievera ang tono ng National Anthem natin. I am very much disgusted with the way he sang it. He might have hit the notes, but that is not our anthem, man! Mas maganda pa ang maling pagkakakanta ni Christian Bautista na nasa tono naman kesa sa kung ano-anong changes na ginawa niya sa song. UGH TALAGA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Mayweather Sr. and Jr. Wag silang magmayabang. Talo sila ni Pacman. :P&lt;br /&gt;Angyaman na ni JENKY. :)) $12 Million kahapon. Tapos 60M PHP sa mga nagpay-per view.&lt;br /&gt;LINTEK NA KAYAMANAN. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;br /&gt;I might or might not see you tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;SO, MISS ME! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-1806987158077464512?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/1806987158077464512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/yehey-hoooooray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/1806987158077464512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/1806987158077464512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/yehey-hoooooray.html' title='YEHEY! HOOOOORAY.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z167626909.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-6120856786358146611</id><published>2009-05-02T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:21:12.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone calls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late night'/><title type='text'>*RAMBOLAN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z175711632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z175711632.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I would turn night into day just because..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Today's one of the typical days where I woke up around 11.40AM. And slept around 6.20AM. Yeah, you're right. Sinulit nanaman namin ang magdamagang UNLINYT mula 11-6 sleeping time. E bakit ba kasi? Kung ano-ano lang naman pinag-usapan namin. We just had our heads wasted for no certain reason at all. It's just fun to hear voices over the phone, laugh and comment about anything with your friends. AYEEEE. I will devastatingly miss the phone calls this late. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"So it's not going to be easy. It's going to be really hard. We're&lt;br /&gt;gonna have to work at this every day, but i want to do that because i want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me, everyday."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- The Notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=z189219795.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/z189219795.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iisa-isahin ko mga nakausap ko kagabi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;PRINCESS&lt;/u&gt; - Siya ang naka-UNYT. Ako ang unang-una niyang binulabog at ako ang naghanap ng mga tatawagan para sakanya. Malamang kasama siyang abutin ng 6 at isa rin siya sa mga kapanalig na nagtulug-tulugan para hindi mahuli ni Mudrabells, Pudrabells, at Brudabells. Paulit-ulit niyang pinarinig samin ang "MAHAL NA MAHAL KO SI *TOOOOOOOOT*" na sigaw ng C.O. Pramis, anggandang ringtone talaga. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;JEORGE&lt;/u&gt; - Naka-UNYT din para mapagkasya ang 10 tao sa isang conperensiya. :) Galing pa siya sa party pero inabot din siya hanggang 4.30. Nabangag ng masyado kaya di na niya kinaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;RALPH&lt;/u&gt; - Si Pastor. Wala akong ibang napansin kundi ang sabihing "Kalokohan lang lahat yan" sa bawat topic namin. Masugid na tiga-bigay ng pag-uusapan at laughing stock ng phone call. Kung ano-anong mga prinsipyo na sa buhay ang kinwestiyon niya samin. Future call center agent yan! Siya ang laging dinodrop pag may gusto kaming kausap na iba. Siya din ang tiga-bigay samin ng bckground music. Mga korning kanta. At kasalukuyan niyang tinatapos ang One True Love na movie ni DongYan. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THEA&lt;/u&gt; - Isa sa kadaldalan at tigakwento. Pinarinig niya samin ang tunog ng pagtoo-toothbrush niya at ang kanyang bangag voice habang sinasabayan ang 'Sandalan ng 6Cyclemind' na bckground music ni RALPH. Hanggang sa huli, hindi siya inantok. Pero tignan niyo naman, hanggang ngayon hindi pa siya gising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;----- YAN ANG MGA MATITIBAY. -----&lt;br /&gt;----- ANG MGA SUMUNOD ANG MGA ALIVE MULA 11 HANGGANG 2 -----&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;PHIL&lt;/u&gt; - Ang dalaga ng tawagan. Siya ang laging nagpapatugtog ng American Idol recordings over the phone. Kinakantahan din niya kami ng kanyang mala-(insert an adjective) na boses. Malaborbor na boses. Hindi ko alam, imbento lang ang salitang yun. Siya rin ang mga tumatawag ng mga kaluluwa ng mga taong hindi nagsasalita. And as usual, kinurse nanaman niya ang kanyang mortal underground enemy. Alam niyo na kung sino yun. Kaya ibang klase talaga nung tinawanan niya ang "MAHAL NA MAHAL KO SI *TOOOOOOOOT*" na recording. Pinaulit-ulit pa niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;EJ&lt;/u&gt; - Nakatambay sa terrace nila at tinatahulan na ng aso. Dumating na lahat ng aso at pusa sa terrace nila, umiiyak na at naghihinaing, hudyat na tama na. At ayun na nga, nalowbat na siya. Salamat sa iyong oras EJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;-----ANG MGA SUMUNOD AY ANG MGA ACTIVE MULA 11-12-----&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;CHAMIE&lt;/u&gt; - Hindi siya gaanong nagsalita. May dumating kasi. AYEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DANILO&lt;/u&gt; - Ni Ha ni Ho, wala kaming narinig sakanya. Ni buntong hininga o kung anoman, WALA TALAGA. Binwisit niya lang kami sa mala-karerang tunog ng keypad niya. Nagtetext kasi habang nasa usapan. Makikinig lang daw siya kasi. MALABORBOR din to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;CHACHA&lt;/u&gt; - Napagalitan na ni Mudrabells dahil gabing-gabi na at may kausap pa. Kinailangan din niyang magpaalam. Din-ial namin ang numero ni CJ para lang sakanya. Muhaha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;MIKKO&lt;/u&gt; - Ayan. Nakatawanan namin habang hindi pa ganuun kalalim ang gabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;IANG&lt;/u&gt; - Isa sa mga unang tinawagan. Buhay na buhay pero na-cut din. Hindi na muna namin kayo iistorbohin ng ka-loving-loving mo. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;&lt;b&gt;----- ANG MGA SUMUNOD ANG MGA NAGPARINIG LANG NG MAHIWAGA NILANG BOSES-----&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ARMI&lt;/u&gt; - Nakausap namin ng 5AM. Kakagising lang kasi niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TER&lt;/u&gt; - Nagising din ng 5.30AM. Bibyahe papuntang airport. Pinarinig niya samin ang AM Radio nila sa sasakyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THONI&lt;/u&gt; - Party people na to eh. Busyng-busy sa gimmick kaya binababaan lang kami parati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SAMANTHA&lt;/u&gt; - Nagpatawag pero matutulog na din. Maaga daw siyang gigising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;KATO&lt;/u&gt; - Isa pa to. Sinagot lang ang phone para sabihing matutulog nadin daw siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;----- TAPOS. FIN. THE END. -----&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy naman. Napag-usapan din kagabi kung OK lang bang maligo kapag puyat. At ang sagot: &lt;i&gt;Hindi daw, kasi bababa yung dugo mo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya hindi pa ko naliligo ngayon. Maya-maya nalang. :P&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-6120856786358146611?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/6120856786358146611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/rambolan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/6120856786358146611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/6120856786358146611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/05/rambolan.html' title='*RAMBOLAN.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z175711632.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-4198688209255813627</id><published>2009-05-01T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T02:41:49.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheesy'/><title type='text'>MAY 1. MAY TOPAK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/q164627740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/q164627740.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Bakit sobrang init?????&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer nga ngayon. Sabi ko nga. Pero alam ko din may bagyo. :D&lt;br /&gt;Ano bang nakakainis sa ulan?? Atleast pag pumasok ka ng bahay, hindi ka na niya mahahabol. Unless na lang kung may butas yung bubong niyo.&lt;br /&gt;E ang sikat ng araw??? Habol na habol ka saan mang sulok ka magtago sa bahay niyo!&lt;br /&gt;Isarado mo ang bintana, mas lalong pakshit!&lt;br /&gt;Magbukas ka ng aircon, bubungangaan kang nagsasayang ng kuryente!&lt;br /&gt;Tumapat ka sa bukas na ref, sayang daw yung lamig.&lt;br /&gt;Kumuha ka ng yelo at ipahid mo sa mukha mo, matatawag kang me turnilyo sa ulo.&lt;br /&gt;Buksan mo at itodo ang electric fan, ang-init naman ng singaw!&lt;br /&gt;Malas mo pa kapag yung electric fan mo katulad nung nasa harap ko ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo naman inaano, nasa maayos naman na posisyon, wala nga siyang katabi, in-eepilepsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LINTEK TALAGA OO.&lt;br /&gt;TIGNAN MO NGA NAMAN ANG BUNGAD NG &lt;U&gt;MAY&lt;/U&gt; SAKIN.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Pasensya na kung oozing ang bad mood ko today. Hindi ko sinasadya. Maliban kasi sa temper ng araw, nakikisabay ang hot temper ng nanay ko! Hindi ko alam bakit ako yung napagbubuntungan niya ng inis niya sa mga pagkakamali niya sa buhay! (Watda. Andrama ko.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she arrived home last night. It was just Thursday but she's already home kasi darating yung Lipat Bahay truck ngayon, at ihahatid na yung mga gamit sa condo sa Manila. Lilipat na din kami dun this Sunday. Hindi ko alam kung may mangyayare sakin dun. Siguro mas malala pa ang mga eksena dun kesa dito. Gusto kong magpaiwan pero no choice pare. Marami akong kelangang matutunan dun. Early preparation na din. Kapag naburyo naman daw ako dun within one week, I can go back dito sa Gapo. Well, kung papayagan niya kong magliwaliw mag-isa sa Manila, bakit ako mabuburyo diba? OH CMON. Problema ko lang talaga ang internet connection dun. May net shop sa paligid ng condo pero tiyaga lang. Hindi naman katulad dito sa bahay na one to sawa ang paggamit ko ng PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala, May 1 ngayon at Labor Day. Holiday diba? Isa ring dahilan kung bakit maagang umuwi si ina. (Akala ko nag-leave nanaman siya ng bonggang-bongga. Swerte naman niya. Monthly na ata siyang naglea-leave, baka matodo mapaalis na siya sa Embassy. Lol.) At dahil May 1 ngayon, babalik ako sa clinic para matapos ang medical certificate ko. Too bad, wala yung doctor dun. At too bad because my mom nagged and nagged the whole time. Nakakarindi. Buti na lang may isang babaeng pinapasok ako sa mismong clinic na airconditioned para check-upin ang PPV ko. Medyo nagcool down ang hormones ko. At negative ako sa TB. Salamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinanong ng nanay ko yung isang babae dun kung how much yung Cervical Cancer Vaccine nila, may balak kasi siyang paturukan ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Magkano yung vaccine na yan? Pwede na yan para sakanya diba? (sabay turo sakin)&lt;br /&gt;Lady: 2800 po. Ilang taon na po ba siya?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: 16 na siya. Parang napanuod ko sa TV na pwede na yung mga 16 and above eh.&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Bakit, may contact na po ba siya? Para dun lang po yun e.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: AY. WALA. BAKIT NAMAN SIYA MAGKAKA-CONTACT?? BATA PA YAN E.&lt;br /&gt;(nagtaas na ng tono nanay ko. andami kayang nakakarinig dun.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to say, pero angbobita de amor nung babaeng yun! Natatawa nalang ako sa kinauupuan ko. Hello??? Alam niya ba yung mga pinagsasabi niya? Hindi lang naman dun sa 'contact contact nakukuha yung cervical cancer. &lt;b&gt;EXCUSE ME. HINDI AKO NAKIKIPAG-SEXUAL INTERCOURSE. WALA AKONG CONTACT CONTACT NA PINAGSASABI NIA. MANAHIMIK NGA SIYA.&lt;/B&gt; Hahaha. Nag-fire up! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Sunod-sunod na ang masasamang kaganapan ngayong araw. Naglalabor na yung bad mood ko. :)) Buti na lang at naisipan ng nanay ko na magHalo-Halo sa Chowking. Buti naman, beybe! Kaya ayun, nalamigan kahit papano yung utak ko. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;------- THE NEXT STUFFS WILL SURELY GIVE YOU PURE ENTERTAINMENT -------&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Right now, I am entertained at &lt;i&gt;feedmecheesy.com&lt;/i&gt;. Nakakatuwa yung mga stuffs dun! I got the site from Arli and like what she's doing, I should persuade you to check that out! Promise, mae-enlighten ang mga bad moods ninyo. And you will realize that your day will start to turn into better from bitter! &lt;b&gt;CHEESY!&lt;/b&gt; One thing I loved in there is the &lt;b&gt;10 THINGS YOU SHOULD NEVER DO IN YOUR PROM&lt;/B&gt; with Number One as: &lt;i&gt;Wear a Winnie the Pooh themed suit.&lt;/i&gt; God, I laughed pretty hard seeing this!!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=prom_winnie-440x477.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/prom_winnie-440x477.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. I searched stuffs in feedmecheesy.com and I found a cheesy source: &lt;I&gt;epicute.com&lt;/i&gt; It's a cool food blog! Grabe, if you're a foodophilic mapapasmile ka nalang nang hindi mo namamalayan! Here are some to satiate your hunger for joy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=1555636679_0d2c3c192f.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/1555636679_0d2c3c192f.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby, won't you come to my tea party? :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=cute-food-panda-soup.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/cute-food-panda-soup.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;I know! It'll be weird eating pandas for appetizer, but will your hunger not be satisfied in just seeing that cuteness thing infront of you? :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=cute-food-heart-shaped-sandwiches.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/cute-food-heart-shaped-sandwiches.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just fell in love with that! Ha!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=cute-food-paper-crane-cake1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/cute-food-paper-crane-cake1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Chocolate... Staring at that makes me want to eat it all up! Delicioso!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF THAT, &lt;U&gt;MAY 1: MAY TOPAK&lt;/u&gt; TURNED INTO &lt;u&gt;MAY 1: MAY-SAYA&lt;/u&gt;. :))&lt;br /&gt;Now that's cheesy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I deserved the serving of halo-halo!&lt;br /&gt;Halo-halo kasi ang naramdaman ko ngayong Mayo Uno.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-4198688209255813627?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/4198688209255813627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/may-1-may-topak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/4198688209255813627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/4198688209255813627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/may-1-may-topak.html' title='MAY 1. MAY TOPAK.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_q164627740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-7862431834579845028</id><published>2009-04-30T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T01:09:15.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eighteen'/><title type='text'>W8een: Wait, Weigh, Eighteen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thz182266808-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thz182266808-1.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause 18 means freedom.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got two more years before I turn 8een, the fashionably glamorous age, but I had the idea to post something like this. I got this from Biancamediatrix' blog. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;80 THINGS TO DO BEFORE I TURN EIGHTEEN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(in random order)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have dinner in a pretty restaurant alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Play Playstation with my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sit on my dad's lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sing karaoke songs with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Create 100 new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Fry a perfect sunny side up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have my mom bake something for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Go to Enchanted Kingdom with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Go to Splash Island with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Go camping (with a real tent and bonfire!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Walk in shorts in the mall and feel confident. Hindi ko pa to nattry. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have nothing to complain about, even just for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Eat vegetables for breakfast, lunch and dinner. (Oh God.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Learn how to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Comb my hair more frequently. (HAHA. I comb my hair ONLY after taking a bath.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;B&gt;Meet a boy bestfriend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have more rounds of Pusoy Dos with Terible! (We shall see each other every Christmas!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Go to a comedy bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have a photo shoot with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Learn the basics of another language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Get a job, somehow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Buy my mom a bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Walk in the rain under a pretty umbrella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Attend a mass in a cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Be a bridesmaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have a total girl slumber party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Sleep in a bed beside my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Spend Christmas, not at home, with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Complete a Simbang Gabi! (naman. hindi pa ko nkakakumpleto.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Make a wish under a tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Jump-rope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Start a call conference with high school buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have dancing in PE class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Buy my own digicam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Buy myself Converse shoes. (hindi ksi ako mrunong mgipon e.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Win the bet with Hanna! (first to meet 10 hot guys in campus. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Cook a dinner meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Learn how to iron clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Be present in my inaanak's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Ride a taxi alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Go to a psychic and know my fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have my palms read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Wear a dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Play FLAMES with my name and a crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Play Tong-its with my grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Write constantly in my planner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Write an accomplishment in my calendar everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Finish coloring a coloring book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Eat a gallon of ice cream, all by myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Enjoy a banana split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Jog as a morning exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Eat at Pancake House with my family. (I missed that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Watch a theater play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Meet a FilAm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Watch a basketball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Find a really good swimmer to befriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Cheer for my university in the UAAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Have a cup of coffee and not sleep all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Finish a 300-paged book in one day. (is it impossible?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Ride a carousel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Stargaze while lying in grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Dance under the rain barefoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. See a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Go see a giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Watch the sun set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Get my cellphone turned off for one day. (HARD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Learn chess!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Go to an eat-all-you-can buffet for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Sleep for 13 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Finish a book in a bookstore, without even buying it. (lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Play hopscotch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Play Chinese Garter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Party all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Persuade Christine to celebrate her debut here in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Watch a soccer game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Not tease my brother gay even for one day. (lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Persuade my mom to persuade her brothers to have a family reunion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Spend vacation in a place with a waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Go back to my high school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-7862431834579845028?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/7862431834579845028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/w8een-wait-weigh-eighteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/7862431834579845028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/7862431834579845028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/w8een-wait-weigh-eighteen.html' title='W8een: Wait, Weigh, Eighteen.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_thz182266808-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-3609851121462045686</id><published>2009-04-29T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:12:50.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scoliosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>A CROOKED SURPRISE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z8750047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 101px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z8750047.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't worry! I'm a tough baby!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to the sound of my alarm tone (which is Love Game) at around 830AM. I have to wiwi for my urinalysis. I have to pick up my chest x-ray results. I have to have a CBC in the clinic. I have to produce a 1x1 picture of myself. I have to meet Chelsea and SC. I have to be alive and kickin' today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first. I checked my email. I just received the account activation reply from Ateneo saying I got denied because I was stupid enough to fill up the blanks in the form so wrongly. I thought it was easy being denied, that I just have to fill another form up all over again. Pero bakit hindi ko naisip na maarte ang Ateneo! :)) When I did what I chose to do to make it all up, marked in blue came up a message saying that, &lt;b&gt;my request was denied because the first request I did was denied already (&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ang redundant!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;), saying that there must have some problems (&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;when it's just my foolishness that created all that. Bakit kasi hindi ko muna binasa yung instructions? Boba talaga&lt;/i&gt;.)&lt;b&gt; and the only solution is to call the Office of Admission at the Ateneo&lt;/b&gt;. OK. Hindi ganun kadaling magkamali! Nakakainis for that. Our phone cannot reach long distance numbers, so I need to buy a PLDT card in order to call. I did it successfully, and I was literally having this high smile when the woman said that she activated my account already and I can check the link in my email na. It was so fun. Dapat itetext ko nanay ko eh, kasi nagpanic nanaman ako. Sadyang hindi pwedeng maaccess denied ang account ko, dahil hindi ako makakapag-enroll. Kawawa naman ako. Pero, I resolved things on my own! Even if that is just simple, I still felt triumph crawling inside of me! Naks. I had the right decision to not tell it to my mom kasi maliban sa nasolve ko naman mag-isa, ayokong malaman niyang may katangahan nanaman akong ginawa. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I decided to proceed to Dr. Sagum's clinic. My urine should be sent 30 minutes after I peed it because it might produce unwanted results if I sent it late. Hindi naman sa 'unwanted' baka lang hindi maging accurate yung results. Kung ano-ano nang pinagsasasabi ko! :)) Kinuhanan nanaman ako ng dugo. Naramdaman ko nanaman ang tusok ng karayom sakin. Sanay na ko. Sa Friday, may vaccination pa ko e. (Bakit kasi hindi pa ko binulutong? Nakakatakot tuloy. Kasi diba people's beliefs are that if I'll have it when I'm an adult already, the marks will be hard to remove. AYOKO NAMANG MAGKAPEKLAT.) Anyway, I hurried to get my x-ray result. I didn't mind looking at it because I know that my chest would be normal. But in the middle of doing nothing, I was curious to see the results, and this message welcomed me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X-RAY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lungs are clear.&lt;br /&gt;Heart is not enlarged.&lt;br /&gt;Diaphragm and sinuses are intact.&lt;br /&gt;Dextroscoliosis in the thoracolumbar spine is seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;IMPRESSIONS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEXTROSCOLIOSIS OF THE THORACOLUMBAR SPINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was like, what was that? I barely understood it because of the medical terms but when I paid more attention to the impressions, &lt;b&gt;WHAT????? SCOLIOSIS??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scoliosis?? A back problem? If I remember in Health class, yun yung S yung shape ng spine. Ganun yung akin? I then recalled the persons who always use that term infront of me. Naisip ko din yung mga taong kilala kong may scolio. Tinext ko nanay at tatay ko, I asked them about that. And yun, the first thing they told me is for me to not worry, that it can be corrected. Siguro, nafifeel nilang matatakot ako, WHICH IS TRUE, natakot na nga talaga ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not used to having sicknesses and different findings in my body. Pagdating sa health ko, I am at ease kasi alam kong normal akong tao at walang sakit. But in that case, I was pretty bothered. Naglakad ako pauwi at kung ano-anong pinag-iisip ko. PFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go to a photo shop to get my picture taken. Hindi ko alam, para akong wala sa sarili. Yung mga tao dun sa photo shop, nakakainis. Parang behind my back, they talk about me. Hindi ko alam kung sadyang napaparanoid lang talaga ako. :)) Paglabas tuloy ng photo ko, angsura-sura! That's why I hate seeing myself in photo papers! Ampangit ko kasi! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home at relaxed naman ako. Kagad akong tumakbo sa aking sanctuary, sa harap ng PC, at sinearch ko agad ang tungkol sa scoliosis. Eto ang unang lumabas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dextroscoliosis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start with the basics and equip yourself with as much information as you can to ensure that you make the right choice. For those who are not sure or do not know, &lt;b&gt;dextroscoliosis is a condition that causes a lateral and rotational curvature and deformity of the spine with the convexity on the &lt;u&gt;right&lt;/u&gt; side&lt;/b&gt;. It can be classified as idiopathic or as vertebral anomalies present at birth, having developed as a secondary symptom from another condition such as cerebral palsy or spinal muscular atrophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The symptoms of dextroscoliosis can include uneven musculature on the right side of the spine, pain, a prominent shoulder blade, uneven levels of hips and shoulders, asymmetric location or size of breasts in females and an unequal distance between arms and body. &lt;b&gt;The cause of this condition is poorly understood&lt;/b&gt;. Many causes have been identified but none have reached consensus among researchers and scientists. It may be caused by a congenital vertebral anomaly present at birth, by an underlying anomaly such as a tethered spinal cord or most often the cause is unknown or idiopathic. &lt;B&gt;It does not come from slouching, sleeping on an old mattress or sitting in awkward positions.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patients that are believed to have dextroscoliosis will undergo a physical examination to determine an underlying cause of the deformity. During this examination they will assess your skin for cafÃ© au lait spots indicative of neurofibromatosis, your feet for cavovarus deformity, abdominal reflexes and your muscle tone for spasticity. X-rays will be taken to determine the diagnosis, the patient's gait will be assessed and tests will be done for signs of any other abnormalities. &lt;b&gt;A thorough neurological examination will also be performed&lt;/b&gt;. This all should be done to ensure that you are correctly diagnosed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Halt Scoliosis before it gets worse. We can make a Difference!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts excerpted from:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.scoliosisspecialists.com/dextroscoliosis.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read this, I was relieved. Sana lang talaga hindi malala yung degree ng curve ng spine ko. &lt;B&gt;NAMAN, PLEASE!!!&lt;/b&gt; Ayokong dumating sa point na I have to get a brace for my back, or worse, a surgery. OK na saking magundergo ng therapies to get this back corrected. Natatakot lang kasi ako na it might be connected to the brain or problems like that. &lt;B&gt;AYOKO NA NGANG ISIPIN! TAKOT KASI TALAGA AKO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself comforted when I read that it does not blame slouching, sitting in wrong positions or whatsoever. Ayoko kasing sisihin ng dad ko ang paggamit ng computer. Baka kasi i-ban nanaman niya kaming magtagpo! Hindi ko kaya yun. :) Sabihin na nating nakakadagdag lang ang whole-day usage ko ng PC sa curve ng spine ko, that is totally far from the computer CURVING it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go back to the doctor this Friday for the interpretation of my results. Kailangan ko ding bumalik para maayos ko na ang medical check-up na kaartehan. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi nga pala natuloy ang pagmeet ko kina Sea ngayon. Maybe we'll see each other nalang in Manila. Wala kasing mahatak kanina eh! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to here na lang. Nananakit na yung likod ko. ;PP&lt;br /&gt;I'll be available at Plurk!&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to comment.&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-3609851121462045686?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/3609851121462045686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/crooked-surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/3609851121462045686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/3609851121462045686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/crooked-surprise.html' title='A CROOKED SURPRISE.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z8750047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-798388247397160162</id><published>2009-04-28T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T06:26:03.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='showbiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>THE USUAL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thz187152579-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thz187152579-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I will eat you, aliens!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mag-comment naman kayo sakin! Kapag walang nagcocomment, feeling ko patay yung blog ko.&lt;/i&gt; Make me feel good with just typing anything in my cbox. Thanks! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was my usual self today, my lazybone self hanging around the house. Bangag ako kasi 4AM na ko natulog. Sinulit kasi ni Jeorge ang UNYT niya, kaya dinamay nia kami nina Thea at Bree. We talked from 12AM hanggang 4AM. Tumilaok na ang mga manok, pero hindi padin kami naubusan ng sasabihin. We talked about randomness, and lots of it! Hindi naman ako nabore at hindi talaga ako inantok. Pinagtawanan kasi namin si Aling Dionisia, ang mahaderang nanay ni Pacman. I am angry at her kahit na wala siyang ginagawang masama sakin. Hindi ako naiinggit sa kayamanan niya, ayoko lang ng masyadong MAHADERANG INA. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up without feeling any currents around me. Yes, it's brown out. Why in the hell? Napaka-perpekto ng araw, bakit kelangang walang kuryente? I remember my smallest brother blaming Gordon for not being a good mayor kaya daw walang ilaw. :)) I don't know the reason for today's lack-of-power, but it made me slack throughout the day. Dahil kapag walang kuryente wala akong magawa, wala akong ibang napansin kundi ang bilang ng beses ng pagkain ko sa buong araw. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole afternoon, my grandmother shared some stories to us siblings. Yung mga grandma stories. The usual things that grandparents tell to their grandchildren. How she raised up mom and uncles, how grandpa died, how she took college and everything. I love how lola talks about a lotta things! I realized that mom never did that kind of good talking. I missed these times when I get to picture and listen to everything she's saying. I miss having fun with a complete family, sobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my dad told me that he's still making a way for us to spend our summer there in Ghana, Africa. Sometimes I am thinking if I want to go because I would rather enjoy my leftover time being a couch potato in the house where I'll be staying in college, and loving it while I have the free time. Alam ko namang malapit nanaman akong mastress at kailangan ko ng matinding pagde-destress kung ganon. But I think, if it will be granted by the boss, I just have to go because opportunity should be grabbed. Sayang naman diba? If I want to travel around the world, I would have to be OK going anywhere! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck uli ako sa bahay ngayon, but tomorrow I will go out. Nakakainis lang, I have insufficient money. Pero bahala na, I just have to see my friends. :) I will have a picture taken. I need to send my urine sample to the clinic. I have to complete the things I have to complete for my medical. I have to worry about Ateneo activating my AISIS account because I did something idiotic. I have to meet SC because it's Chelsea's last day here in Gapo and she will move to Manila by the next day. Magkikita pa naman kami pero last gala dito sa Gapo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, I was shocked and happy that Judy Ann and Ryan Agoncillo had their dream wedding today. I just like the both of them. They have this cute chemistry that I first saw in KKK. They look so comfortable with themselves and they are simple human beings, that's why I think that in the show business, their relationship is one of the most respectable. I became a fan of their 'samahan'. Goodluck to both of them and their future family! (As if this will reach them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I've got nothing to say anymore. :D&lt;br /&gt;Ay. Meron pa pala. I've been to BB. GANDANGHARI'S blogspot, and I can't say anything negative. I was impressed on how she expressed HERSELF in a way that she will be understood by everyone. I respect her now, but I still think that she's got some psychological misfits with her having that perspective. It's just weird to neglect your past gender as easy as throwing a banana peel. Well, it's just one heck of an opinion by a consistent blogger. :P&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-798388247397160162?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/798388247397160162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/usual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/798388247397160162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/798388247397160162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/usual.html' title='THE USUAL.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_thz187152579-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-4848300633411968868</id><published>2009-04-27T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:01:35.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='check-up'/><title type='text'>INDEPENDIENTE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/ththz95474342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/ththz95474342.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;I never enjoyed check-ups anyway! But I love doing things by myself!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I have been a successful independent girl! Uh huh, since my mom is not around, I don't have a choice but to do things my own. My today's task was to go to the doctor and have my medical stuffs taken care of. I thought it was just an easy job. That I'll just give the paper and I'll get some vaccines, then it's done. I totally forgot of the waiting part and the misfortunes along with the fortune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagising ako dulot ng matinding vibration ng aking mahaderang cellphone. Pasalamat sa kanya at pinutol niya ang tulog ko, kundi patay-patay ako. 9:30 na kasi ako nagising. Actually, that's an early time, pero for April 27, sadyang hindi! Sa totoo lang, uhaw pa ko sa pikit kasi ang magaling kong kapatid, hindi ako pinatulog! Akala ko hinahampas ako ng walis sa panaginip ko! Yumpala, mga parte na ng katawan niya ang dumadagan sakin! HANEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulit, dahil sa vibration na yon, naalala kong may iniwan palang responsibilidad sakin ang aking mudra. Iniwan niya ang pambayad ng mga credit cards nila ng aking ama, at kung hindi yun mababayaran ngayon baka ako yung ipambayad. Buti na lang sinalo kagad ng sumunod kong kapatid ang bilin, at siya na ang nagsabi kay Ate Sara* sa mga dapat bayaran. (*ang kasambahay namin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil din sa vibration, nabasa ko ang mensahe ng aking mahal na ina, na kailangan kong pumunta sa clinic ng 10AM. Wag ko daw kalimutan. WOW. 9:30 na! 30 minutes na lang ang natitira, maliligo pa ko at mag-rerefresh ng utak para hindi ako magpanic katulad ng dating nagsend ako ng files through FedEx by myself! Oo nga pala, nagpanic ako nung time na yun kasi natakot ako na baka may mga bagay akong hindi napansin. For short, natatakot ako sa "katangahang" maaaring mangyare due to lost of my senses. At hindi ako nagkamali, maraming katangahan ang naganap nung time na yun. Nung mga oras na yun, para akong batang nawawala sa gubat! Sa loob ng utak ko, sinisigaw ko na ang pangalan ng nanay ko! Sana siya na lang ang gumawa nun para sakin, like the usual! Pero, anong magagawa ko nun, I don't have a choice but to move forward with time! Such a simple thing, pero hindi ko magawa ng tama. &lt;i&gt;Charmaine, utak!!&lt;/i&gt; ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kulang na kulang ang 30 minutes para makalimutan ko ang tinext niya. WOW talaga. So, hindi na ko nagmadali, alam ko namang malalate ako dun sa 10AM na yun. Kailangan kong maging malinis, check-up yun! Nakakahiya naman kung hindi ako maliligo. Nahihiya ako sa sarili ko at sa mga taong hindi makakahalata na hindi ako naligo. Kaya talagang todo nag-freshen up ako! Pinili kong wag nang mag-almusal dahil sa kahihiyan sa paghihintay sakin ng doktor. :) Dapat maglalakad ako! Although hindi siya walking distance, alam kong kaya kong lakarin kaya dapat lalakarin ko lang. Pero kumakatok na ang kahihiyan sa utak, "Charmaine, may pinaghihintay ka!" So pinili ko nang magtricycle kahit bentsingko yun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating ko dun, maraming tao! Malamang clinic yun, hindi lang ako ang kailangang magpacheck-up. Sabi ko sa babae dun, may appointment ako ng 10AM, pero mukhang di niya pinahalagahan yung sinabe ko, kaya dinagdag padin niya ko sa pila. Kinuhanan ako ng blood pressure, 90/60 daw. Siguro naman normal yun, wala namang napanganga at nag-react, so normal siguro! Yung height ko, hinulaan ni ate kasi mas matangkad daw ako sa kanya. Akala ko yung weight ko huhulaan din niya, halata namang magaan lang ako. ;) Pero hindi, pinasampa niya padin ako dun sa kasumpa-sumpang bagay na yun! At wala pang 3 seconds, nabasa niya na agad yung numero. Hindi ko pa nga nakikita e! Actually hindi ko tinignan! Ha! Joke lang. :P Binilang din nung isang practitioner ata yung ppm ko. Antagal niyang binilang, akala ko tuloy wala akong pulso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naenjoy ko naman yung paghihintay kasi may TV at nakita ko si &lt;b&gt;MOMMY&lt;/b&gt;, ang mudra ni Mikko. Dun din pala nagpamedical ang loko, kaya ayun may nakakwentuhan ako. Ayun, nauna pa siyang tinawag sakin kasi nagpa-"appointment" siya! &lt;b&gt;ALAM KO AKO DIN E, NAGPA-APPOINTMENT!&lt;/b&gt; Pero, OK lang. Nung binigyan na ko ng number, ayun biglang sabi ni doc, kanina niya pa ko hinihintay. Gusto kong sisihin yung babaeng secretary dun kaso wala nang panahon. Ayun, alam na ni doc yung pakay ko, kasi dun din naman nagpamedical si Mikko na kaparehas ko ng iskwelahang papasukan, so madali na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa kasawiang palad, hindi ko alam kung kumpleto yung vaccines ko. Paano, hindi ko naman na maalala ang mga bagay, at wala sakin ang baby book ko, hindi ko naman nanay ang sarili ko. So mukhang sa Friday pa ako matatapos nito, dahil sa Friday pa hahanapin ng nanay ko ang baby book ko, na kung hindi mahanap ay hahanapin na lang ang pedia ko. Kung hindi din siya makikita, hindi na ko mag-aaral, peste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first things first, tinurukan ako nung PPV, yung pangdetermine ata kung may TB ako o pang-anti-TB ata yun. Tapos, inutusan akong magpa-xray. Para akong nasa amazing race, tinuturo sa kung saan-saan. Yung lalakeng namamahala sa pagx-ray dun, akala ko zombie siya. Kinakausap niya ko, pero para siyang patay magsalita. Parang naka-set na yung mga sasabihin niya at wala siyang pake sa isasagot ko. Basta magtatanong lang siya ng dapat niyang itanong. Ayun, madali lang magpa-xray pero hindi madali sa paligid nung x-ray man dun. Pagbalik ko sa babae, binigyan niya ako ng puting bote at punuin ko daw ng ihi ko. Akala ko andali-dali lang. Edi pumunta ako sa CR. May pila pala ng mga nagpapaihi dun na hindi maihi. Oo, mga lola! Nung turn ko na, ay dyosko, walang lumalabas! HAHAHA. Magtatalon man ako dun, wala talaga kahit na anong pilit ko, kaya lumabas na muna ako at bumili ng tubig. Edi ayun, nakinig ako sa mga pinag-uusapan ng mga tao dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK na siguro kung ganito lang kadami no?"&lt;br /&gt;"Kaya pala masakit yung puson niya eh, kasi hindi sia makaihi."&lt;br /&gt;"Ay. Ganyan din ako nung buntis e. Nahihirapang umihi."&lt;br /&gt;"Ma, bakit di pa tayo umaalis? Hindi ba maihi si lola?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo, usapang ihi ang mga narinig ko!! For the second try, edi sinubukan ko uli, kaso wala talaga!! Naisipan kong babalik na lang ako bukas. At pwede naman pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, umuwi na ko na gutom na gutom. Hindi ako nag-almusal at lunchtime na. Pagdating ko sa bahay, wala si Ate Sarah at nasa bangko pa. Ako tuloy ang nautusang magluto ng ulam. Alam mo yung sakto, kakauwi ko lang mula sa isang mahaba at mainit-init na paglalakad, hindi pa ko nakakaupo, nautusan ulit ako. OK lang naman, enjoy naman akong mabusy nang ganto! Prito lang naman, kering-keri ko yan! :D Success naman ako. Ay buhay. Natuto naman ako, at masayang matuto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my another first. Napahaba ng husto ang post ko! So babalik ako bukas para ibigay ang nakabote kong urine. (Watdahek?) Babalik uli ako sa Wednesday para pick-upin ang result ng xray ko. Tapos babalik pa ko sa Friday kasi dun palang maipapakita baby book ko. DYAHE NAMAN. Taong clinic ako nito! Hassle talaga. Kailangan ko pa palang magpakuha para sa 1x1 picture ko. EEH! Pinakaayoko sa lahat, magpapicture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon ko lang naisip, sa Wednesday na ko babalik dun para isahan nalang! :D Wala man akong gagawin bukas, tinatamad talaga ako. Nakakapagod lang talagang maging masipag. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem. Kailangan ba talagang bumaba at tumaas ang karma sa Plurk? Nagpapapansin. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-4848300633411968868?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/4848300633411968868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/independiente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/4848300633411968868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/4848300633411968868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/independiente.html' title='INDEPENDIENTE!'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_ththz95474342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-866776531722623481</id><published>2009-04-26T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T04:17:36.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>HONK HONK: SICK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z187412824.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z187412824.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm back from Wonderland!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to have to talk about last night! Twas super fun! TALAGA! Yun yung first official party ng Terible, which is bar style. Angsaya! The party was a celebration of Kato's turning 17 and we partied the whole night. Thank you for the good time, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yun, we gathered at the Mistral at Yacht Club, hanggang sa napuno namin yung place. Platinum, Gold, and Silver. Lahat may representatives. We enjoyed the food, the drinks, and the dancing! May mga umuwing tipsy talaga, for sure. HAHA. We took a lot of photos, thanks naman dun sa official photog ng party. Sana maulit to! Kailangan lang talaga ng organizers. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisip namin na we're departing ways na talaga. Mahirap na magkita-kita, seryoso na to. :)) The Green Archers will start school on May 25 (lagi naman silang early!). UST &amp; FEU people will be busy starting June 8 ata or depende sa mga sari-sarili nilang schedule. The Blue Eagles, sa June 15 pa (buti naman). The MAPUAns, July pa ata. So far yan palang ang balita ko. Hindi ko alam sa mga Maroons kung kelan start ng classes nila, kung papasok pa ba sila. HAHA. Sa mga magc-CEU, UPLB, UPV, UPB, PLM, Lyceum Subic, Gordon College and other schools na papasukan ng mga Terible, wala pa atang news. Well, napag-usapan nanaman namin kagabi lahat ng possibilities sa college. As usual, yun ang main topic. Maliban sa maghulaan ng commercials na pinapalabas sa TV dun at magpaka-autistic, yun lang ang pinag-usapan namin. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa wakas, may ADMU kit na ko. When I read everything, nafrustrate ako. Andaming gagawin! Maarts. HAHA. Well, I have to bear with it. Our ORSEM will be on June 10, 11 and 13. I had a talk with Kuya Jerney, ang dating Atenean na kuya ni Tiny, and he told me about different stuffs in Ateneo. So far, hindi sila nagkaiba ng sinabe sakin ni Ate Vance. That I should expect people that I will hate in my first day, na basic lang ang Science sa mga galing RS, at nakakapagod ang first two days ng Orsem. :)) Sabi pa sakin ni Kuya Jerney na salihan ko daw yung mga orgs kasi siya yata niregret niya na late na siyang sumali. Pinapasali niya din ako sa CADS, which is I think is impossible for me to get in. Ewan ko ba, hiphop dancing has been very difficult for me this high school! Puro novelty dances na nga lang ang sinasayaw ko. Nag-improve sila Tiny, pero feeling ko ako hindi, that's why little by little, parang nawawala yung passion ko sa hiphop dance. Siguro, one of the reasons na din ay dahil naging busy bee ako nung high school at medyo tinamad na din. Paano, nagpakabigat ako. :)) Although, I've been dancing ever since I was a kid, hindi ko talaga alam kung hiphop is for me. Sa totoo lang, I'm planning to join a theater club or something. Naisip kong I don't know how to sing, e kailangan yun! &lt;b&gt;NATUTUTUNAN NAMAN YUN E, DIBA? SAGOT!&lt;/b&gt; :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thb38161995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thb38161995.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this day, we went to SM Pampanga to just stroll around. Wala kasing magawa dito sa bahay. We took a morning mass first before we commuted. Ngayon nalang ulit ako nakasakay sa bus, and it's feeling weird. Nahihilo ako na hindi naman ganun dati. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Pagbaba dun, nag-Pizza Hut muna kaming pamilya. Busog-busog talaga yung P99 Meals nila. Hanep. I decided to stick with my mom to find for things we need in our condo in Katips. Yung dalawa kong kapatid, dinayo ang SM Pampanga para magcomputer shop, sana hindi na lang sila sumama. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my mom went into the department store at inikot namin ang housewares. Mula sa bathroom curtains, mga unan, plates, cups, rice cookers, clocks, etc etc, sinuyod namin yun. Pero she's not planning to buy all of what we saw, &lt;b&gt;HINDI AKO MAGBIBITBIT, EXCUSE ME.&lt;/b&gt; :)) So ayun, next time na lang daw niya bibilhin pag dala na niya yung kotse. (Oo nga pala, she decided to not sell it anymore. Hello naman kasi, in these times, a car is considered a need! WAG NA TALAGANG IBENTA, Pls.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we proceeded to SM SUPERMARKET. Dun bumili ng mga extensions, light bulbs, and other things. Sabi ng nanay ko, pwede kang maglakad-lakad mag-isa. Sabe ko sakanya, bakit mo ba ako pinapaalis? Sabi niya kasi, baka daw mabore ako, dahil yun lang naman daw ang plano niyang ikutin, ang housewares. Hindi niya alam nag-eenjoy talaga ako ng bonggang-bongga! Kasi it's like Pet Society Live for me! Hanggang dun ba naman! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andami kong nakitang gwapeng kamo! Pero ANGRILY, mga Badinger-Z sila! Nakakainis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked for laptops around, at ayun mga cheapest prices na siguro na nakita ko, mga 24k? Pinakamahal na nakita ko yung Macbook na 96k. Angganda naman kasi, pero kung may mga mas mura naman, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napadpad din kami sa SM Appliances, at dun ko lang naappreciate ang widescreen TVs like Sony Bravia and Samsung brands. Grabe, ansarap pala talagang manuod ng TV pag ganun kalinaw at vivid ang colors! ANGBUHAY-BUHAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumasok din kami ni Mommy sa Surplus Shop. For the first time uli, naappreciate ko yung store na yun! Babalik ako dun promise. I started to love cheap things, surplus stuffs today lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in to The Body Shop din. Grabe, that is my heaven! Sobra. Body creams and everything. Wala, ansaya-saya dun and all the smell! SOBRANG HEAVEN TALAGA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napabili din ako ng reversible bag sa EGG. Angganda ng paper bag nila ah, infairness, and yung mga bagong labas nilang bags, anglively ng colors, it's so easy to love! Kaya nga napabili ako eh. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYUN, it went fun naman, kahit na nanakit yung paa ko, kakabalik at kakaikot. Atleast, naexercise ako!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride going there and going home has been harsh on me. Pagpunta, headache. Pag-uwi, headache plus coldness from the aircon and the rain! Pagbaba ko talaga, rambol rambol nanaman utak ko. I think I'll be sick! Seriously. Sumakto pa nga na bukas ang medical check-up ko. Nakakainis. Please please, I wish na kumpleto ang vaccines ko. Ayoko nang magpainjection. Hindi sa takot ako, but it's such a hassle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it for now. Nananakit ulo ko. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-866776531722623481?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/866776531722623481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back-from-wonderland-i-have-to-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/866776531722623481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/866776531722623481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back-from-wonderland-i-have-to-have.html' title='HONK HONK: SICK.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z187412824.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-3294246972595740058</id><published>2009-04-25T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:44:08.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connection'/><title type='text'>PARTY 2NITE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/q146887664.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/q146887664.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All the hoooooooters say, YEAH! :PP&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be the birthday bash of my friend, Kato. He'll be celebrating his 17th birthday along with his brother who is turning I don't know. :D Every Terible is invited, so why not come? We are looking forward to see each other again, mukha kasing maraming pupunta. 8PM @ Yacht Club. Kitakits nalang, my dudes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've got my Plurk for the 3rd time, and this time it went on successful! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PLURK: http://plurk.com/charmenn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have my 2nd time Twitter, although I find it boring in there. :D Just add me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TWITTER: http://twitter.com/charmenn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add me up in Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FRIENDSTER: charm2go_31193@yahoo.com : chaaa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check me out in Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FACEBOOK: charm2go_31193@yahoo.com : Charmenn Dimaculangan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my Multiply account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MULTIPLY: http://peekaboochii.multiply.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YM - Not available. :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had an early sleep. 11PM. Oo, early na yun compared sa 1AM-2AM na tulog ko. And I realized how it is nice to sleep that early. I had a super good night sleep. Kahit na wala akong dream, maganda padin! It's very pacifying! Hindi ko na nga nasagot ang tawag ni Phil at Jeorge, kasi tulog na ko. Sayang ang conference, madami pa naman sanang chikadudlets. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, till then! I'll play Pet Society first. Mukhang busy ako mamaya, baka di ko malaro. Sayang gold coins &amp; level-up points! Sorry, pero adik talaga ako e! It helped me a lot, lalo na sa pagsasave ng sarili kong money! AYOS talaga.&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-3294246972595740058?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/3294246972595740058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/party-2nite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/3294246972595740058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/3294246972595740058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/party-2nite.html' title='PARTY 2NITE!'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_q146887664.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-310344751786461765</id><published>2009-04-24T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:36:26.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wild'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>I'LL BLAB AGAIN TODAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z164116388.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z164116388.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wild, wild, yesterday! :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sun-day sainyo! Napansin ko kasing mataas ang tirik ng araw ngyon! I somehow miss the joy from the rain. Pero, okay naman na sunny uli! Mahirap din kasing lumabas kapag putik-putik sa daan. (Yun talaga ang inisip e.) Anyway, medyo nagugulat padin ako sa mga nakakalap kong kaalaman mula sa ibang tao! It's been fun reading different blogs, lalo na yung sa nakita ko kahapon, napasaya talaga ako ng sobra! And oh yeah! I've got a few things to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;BELATED HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY KATO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FAVORITE RAPPER IN THE WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BELATED HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY FRANS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FAVORITE EVENT ORGANIZER IN THE WORLD!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. TAMA BANG MAG-BIRTHDAY KA SA BAHAY NG IBA?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I laugh at this. Yesterday, Chacha asked me if I can come with them. They'll roam around Gapo daw. It's quite funny, walang magalaan dito sa siyudad na to, pero lagi padin naming naiisipang lumabas. I guess it's right, that the people you're with matters more than the places you'll be in. Kahit san mapadpad, basta kapit bisig no? So ayun, since it's raining, hindi ako papayagan, lalo na that I have to go somewhere on Saturday, so medyo nahihiya na kong magpaalam. Chacha will enroll herself to school and along with her are &lt;b&gt;CESS&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;DAN&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;ERVIN&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;AMI&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;OMAR&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;CHAMIE&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;KATO&lt;/b&gt;. Hanggang sa nagtext sakin ang babae, nasa labas daw sila ng bahay namin! Ayun, hindi siya nagbibiro at nandun talaga sila!! At first, I was thinking if I should go out! (1) &lt;i&gt;Hindi pa ko naliligo&lt;/i&gt; at (2) &lt;i&gt;magulo ang bahay&lt;/i&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since it's Kato's birthday and it's raining outside, do I have a choice to not meet them and let them in? HAHA. Ayun, we did nonsensical stuffs. Mukha namang enjoy! Hindi ako nahiya na hindi pa ko naliligo no! I AM PROUD PA NGA. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate ice cream, chips, and drank some cola. Nagbiruan at banatan nanamang muli. Naglipat-lipat ng channel sa TV, at si Kato ginawa ang kanyang famous &lt;u&gt;EROTIC SIOPAO&lt;/u&gt;! Oo. You should definitely see him do dat! Super laughable. HAHA. Nakakatuwa din yung mga stories niya tungkol sa aso niyang NILIBAG kaya namatay. Ay mali, GINALIS daw pala. (??wtf??) Nagsayaw din siya ng "3-in-1 plus 1 Happy Kaarawan!" habang naglalagay kami ng Ice Cream sa cone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it went out nice naman! Nag-enjoy naman sila, at nag-enjoy naman ako kahit na na-disturb ang peace ng panunuod ko ng Full House! I'm in the middle of crying a tear, tas biglang may gaganun sakin! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. TAMA BANG MAGCHIKAHAN SA ISANG CALL CONFERENCE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, many people do this for sure. Nagulat na lang ako na may tumawag sakin in the middle of 12AM, tas si Ona pala, kakausapin daw ako nina Jeorge and Ian! :D Ayun, nagchikahan kami tungkol sa mga kagagahan at kabalastugan ng mga tao. Napatawa naman nila ako! Thank you. Kaya ayun, yung awake hormones ko ginising nila ng tuluyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;3. MEDYO RAMBOL NA ANG UTAK KO, TAMA BANG WAG AKONG PATULUGIN NG ISANG TAO??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakahiga na ko at lahat, nang may nagparamdam at nag-share ng istorya niyang kababalaghan. Sabi ko, wasak na ang utak ko, kaya matutulog na ko. Sabi niya, wag daw muna, kaya sabi ko kakausapin ko siya hanggang sa makatulog ako. Nakatulog ako sa kwento niya. WASAK, PARE. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. TAMA BANG MAG-SURVEY THROUGH A TEXT MESSAGE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawain ko na ito kapag wala akong magawa, kaya since wala akong magawa kahapon, ginawa ko uli! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;QUESTION: &lt;b&gt;Kung isa kang bagay sa banyo, ano ka at bakit?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAN&lt;/U&gt;: Salamin, cause I smile when you smile, I cry when you cry. Pero, I feel what you feel. But I can't see what's deep inside. (Emo! Malaret!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TL&lt;/U&gt;: Salamin, para nakikita ko yung naliligo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;CESS&lt;/U&gt;: Sabon, para nararamdaman ko ang bawat parte ng katawan mo! (HAHA. Parang green?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TINY&lt;/U&gt;: Toilet bowl, para ako yung unang pinupuntahan! (Gusto niya top priority sia. HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;JN&lt;/U&gt;: Toilet bowl, para masaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;TENANG&lt;/U&gt;: Inidoro, kasi cute! (laging out of the reason talaga tong matandang to! haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;EJ&lt;/u&gt;: Body wash, because I like to refresh other people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;VAL&lt;/u&gt;: Towel, ewan ko din kung bakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;IAN&lt;/u&gt;: Muriatic acid, dahil nakakapaso ako at nakakasunog! (Ano ka, Hot? HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;CHA&lt;/u&gt;: Tabo, para 100% Pinoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;KUNN&lt;/u&gt;: Shower curtain, para matakpan ka, maprotektahan ka, para ako na ang bahala sayo! (Nice one din. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;MIKKO&lt;/U&gt;: Stress ball, para makatulong.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odiba, kahit nakakapagod at nakakatamad, masaya namang malaman ang mga sagot nila! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, excited akong makuha yung ADMU kit ko! Sa lahat ng kasama kong maga-ADMU, ako na lang ang walang kit kaya inaalipusta nila ako! Makikita niyo din! :D&lt;br /&gt;Isang episode na lang, tapos ko na &lt;b&gt;FULL HOUSE&lt;/b&gt;! I'll watch &lt;b&gt;MY QUEEN&lt;/B&gt; next. :D&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-310344751786461765?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/310344751786461765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/ill-blab-again-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/310344751786461765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/310344751786461765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/ill-blab-again-today.html' title='I&apos;LL BLAB AGAIN TODAY!'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z164116388.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-8546756954592131017</id><published>2009-04-23T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:04:06.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>RESTRICTED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thz185387121-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thz185387121-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh how pretty the morning is!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into Kaye's new blog, a blogger friend. Just click her in my links if you want to visit her too. ;) One of her posts included a blog rating that is done in some kind of site. So here, I got my blog rated, and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/blog_rating"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none;" src="http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/rated_r.jpg" alt="OnePlusYou Quizzes and Widgets" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RESTRICTED!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site's reason? Because I got pissed (4x) and bitch (2x) written in my blog. Now, they are 5 and 3 times respectively. :)) They want more? &lt;s&gt;BITCH BITCH BITCH. PISSED PISSED PISSED.&lt;/s&gt;  So that is how you rate it. So, BITCH and PISSED aren't to be used by 17 and below people. OOOOH. Anyhow, let your parents know if you're reading my blog! HAHA. (And by the way! That blog rating site is cool!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's with my early posting? Nothing, so that it won't be a hassle later, since I am busy watching &lt;b&gt;Full House&lt;/b&gt;. I can't believe I don't have time for American Idol lately. But here's my views and opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;KRIS ALLEN&lt;/b&gt; - For me, he's number one! I like his singing. I like his face, very cute! I like his choices of songs, his genre. ;) He is one of the "dark horses" of the competition! (Simon, what's bad with a white horse??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MATT GIRAUD&lt;/b&gt; - He is one cool singer! I don't understand why he has to be on the bottom three when he really sings good! Does America see that? According to the judges, he has this Justin Timberlake-Michael Buble aura in him that makes him MATT GIRAUD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ADAM 'gay' LAMBERT&lt;/b&gt; - OK. He is a heck of a dramatist, and he has this I-don't-understand facial expressions. He always got this OK-Good-Amazing feedbacks from the judges. I am definitely sure, that he'll make it to the Top Four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALLISON IRAHETA&lt;/b&gt; - I saw David Archuleta in her because she's also sixteen! But David's David! I also see Kelly Clarkson because of her singing style! But also, Kelly's Kelly. ;) She has this amazing voice, very powerful and different, but I think she lacks consistency. Just give us one more blast performance, and you're sure on top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANOOP DESAI&lt;/b&gt; - I like Anoop, but they say he sings boring songs. But, I like the sincerity in his eyes. And the Indian desire! (Scent of Desire?). He looks good for an Indian! And I think he is cool, and funky. I don't know what songs he's been up to in the last episodes because I don't seem to watch anymore. HAY. I know that he's one of the bottom two, I just hope there's a miracle for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DANNY GOKEY&lt;/b&gt; - I don't like Danny Gokey. I am a certified ANTI-GOKEY! I don't know why but his voice and face, I find irritating!! I want to kill the TV when I see him on stage. I sometimes like it, but I know that I'm just forcing myself! ;)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;LIL ROUNDS&lt;/b&gt; - Last and the least! I can't imagine why Lil Rounds remained that long in AI. Oh why, does Obama vote for her? I am pretty sure that she stays in the show because of the votes she gets. I would rather choose MEGAN CORKREY to stay! She's way unique than her! Every episode, Lil always get the same comments. That she picked the wrong song choice, that she lacked the Lil-ness in her, for short, it's unlikeable! I know she'll be kicked out today. SO BAD OF ME. ;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah! Another thing. I visited a blog that asked for help so that she can win a contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Rosa is a participant of the &lt;u&gt;Bhabhiejhoice-xoxo.net&lt;/u&gt; contest. I am here to show my support for her. I think that she deserves my help, and other bloggers' help to win the contest. There is no reason for me to not support her. So here I am, helping her!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you also think that you like to support her, visit her blog at www.pink-precious.com. She will really appreciate it if you will! I don't really know her, but does it even matter? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on. Check it out. ;)&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES FOR ME NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-8546756954592131017?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/8546756954592131017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/restricted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/8546756954592131017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/8546756954592131017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/restricted.html' title='RESTRICTED!'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_thz185387121-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-1890636930086471403</id><published>2009-04-22T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T02:52:23.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><title type='text'>TOOTHABRACADABRA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thz31537065.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thz31537065.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Happy Earth Day!&lt;/i&gt; For once, let's celebrate a smashing Green Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain, rain, and more pouring. That welcomed our once-in-a-year Earth Day. Wow, hindi ba nananadya o nang-aasar ang panahon? Is this something like a treat to the bad mankind? I know that global warming should &lt;b&gt;"warm the globe"&lt;/b&gt;, but since when did it mean the opposite? Everything went topsy-turvy so fast! I am getting confused, but anyway I love the vibe of the rain today. The coldness hugged me like it hadn't seen me for years, although it gave me chills. There are things that remind me of the rain, which technically makes me sad and gloomy. &lt;b&gt;It reminds me of childhood and high school.&lt;/b&gt; Yep, the things in life that I already chewed and swallowed and I know I will never taste again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got awake by my brother, murmuring "thank you, thank you" to himself. At first, I was like WHAT THE HELL IS HE UP TO THIS EARLY IN THE MORNING?. And then, when I looked at him, I asked, "&lt;i&gt;O. Anong meron?&lt;/i&gt;". He replied back, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yung ngipin ko naging piso!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;". And then he showed me the coin! I remember that last night, he chipped one of his milk teeth, and then he said that he will put it under his pillow. That's the usual thing kids do as if the tooth will turn into Santa Claus, Spiderman, or whatever you wished it turned out in the middle of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I halfheartedly believed him and uttered, "&lt;I&gt;Oh?? Sure ka?? Asan yung ngipin mo?&lt;/i&gt;". And then he answered me that the tooth was nowhere under his pillow!! So could it be?? Could it be that the tooth turned into a coin, FOR REAL? I can't imagine that something like that could really happen. I mean, I wasn't a fan of the tooth fairy when I was a kid. Actually, tooth fairies were just introduced to me by some movies. And as lame as it is, I can't believe I am actually close to believing it! Did the tooth fairy &lt;i&gt;poofed&lt;/i&gt; that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also thinking, what if my brother just pulled his tricks just to amaze us or something, but I don't think so. He was frantically serious of it. He even added, "&lt;i&gt;Alam ko na to dati pa eh!&lt;/i&gt;". So, he already knew that the tooth will be a pot of gold in the morning!! Uhum, a coin, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still left in shock, I texted some friends if that happened to them when they were just small tooth fairy believers, Koen replied with "&lt;I&gt;Ginawa ko din yan nung bata ako. Paggising ko may limang piso. Pero halata namang mama ko yung naglagay.&lt;/i&gt;" Okay, we are parentless here in our house, so definitely it is not my mom nor my dad who did it. Another, kaming tatlong magkakapatid lang ang nakakaalam na nabungi yung smallest brother ko, and none of us knew of that tooth-changing-into-coin thing, except for my smallest brother who says he already predicted it was gonna happen. So besides me and my brother next to me, no one will try to make it. &lt;B&gt;It remains a mystery, ladies and gents.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at it as if it's magic. I don't know if I have to believe it, but I have nothing that proves it was not true! Is my brother really making fun of us??? Grabe, natatawa ako at this moment. Hindi padin ako makapaniwala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, my day happened to go with the flow. It was a cold afternoon, that's why I love today's afternoon. Hindi pa ko naliligo, pero hindi ko ramdam na hindi pa ko naliligo because of the cold breeze. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I came to look outside the window and I saw droplets of rain fall in the ground. I don't know why but I felt something weird. Naisip ko na I am close to leaving and not walking in this wet-because-of-the-rain ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was still in grade school, whenever classes are cancelled due to the storm, I always go home happy because it was always fun to wrap myself under the sheets and squeeze my body into the blankets while drinking hot chocolate and watching cartoons in the telly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in high school, magga-gather kami ng mga friends ko at sabay-sabay susugod sa ulan! We are all in our wet uniforms, while playing ball in our UNcovered court. After that, we'll all sit in the bench, watch the fog cover the clouds and the whole sky and just talk of all the nonsense things. Nothing beats that feeling with Cup Noodles in our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college, what kind of impression will class suspension leave me? Will I just go home, which is not home, and still bring the pressures of college with me to my not-home home? I don't know, but my mom says it's fun! I just have to experience it, before I can tell. Well, I am pretty close to that anyway.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am enjoying a glass of halo-halo while watching Full House for the 4th time! I just can't get enough of that Korean drama!&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty ironic, what I'm doing, but this is fun!&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-1890636930086471403?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/1890636930086471403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/toothabracadabra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/1890636930086471403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/1890636930086471403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/toothabracadabra.html' title='TOOTHABRACADABRA!'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_thz31537065.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-8623322154918725115</id><published>2009-04-21T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T07:34:31.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>OH MY CAT! IT RAINED DOGS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z61056479.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z61056479.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How do I start this bloody, floody, schmolly post?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=Image2221.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/Image2221.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;b&gt;Cess&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sweet Sixteen!&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's floody sweet. :P&lt;br /&gt;May your wishes come true.&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;MWAA. :*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal greetings I have said through a text message. I just want to let everyone know that my super friend, Princess Karen Mendoza, just turned SIXTEEN today! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this day is her WILD RAINY celebration. Lumindol @ 2AM, according to my vampire friends who felt it. So, masamang pangitain na ba yun? HAHA. My morning is sunny, but not until 12noon struck. There were buckets of rain already, a thundering roar of the clouds, and a flash of lightning in the skies. May nag-spark pa nga sa bahay that almost scared me to death! May phobia na ko sa mga ganun no! Two times na akong may bad experience sa fire no! Napaisip tulyo ako, &lt;i&gt;"Ay! Masamang pangitain na nga ito."&lt;/i&gt; I had a feeling that the heavens are slightly mad. They're furious about something I don't know! :)) *It's just my crazy hypothesis, anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cess texted that our meeting time was moved from 1PM to 2PM due to some technical cloud difficulties. ;) At ayun, nagkita kami ng 1.40PM sa Pandayan Bookstore para sabay nang dumating sa Mcdo! The moment I stepped my foot at Mcdonalds, I felt nostalgic! Grabe yung flashbacks sakin nung mga moments namin sa place na yun! I do not feel exaggerated kasi sobrang unforgettable talaga yung place na yun! It had its important role in my high school, fourth year, life. Namiss ko kaagad, samantalang two weeks palang naman ang lumilipas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw &lt;b&gt;Ami&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Tl&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Pok&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;B&gt;Abby Fords&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Joan&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;Ryan!&lt;/b&gt; Grabe sumigaw ako! Niyakap ko agad si Ryan. He was so pogi. Namiss ko siya! Pano, naka-Sun Cellular na siya. Hindi na siya nagpaparamdam sa Globe. Fordan is so pogi also! :)) Krass ko na sia nuon pa. Grabe, namiss ko silang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our seats, tapos chitchat lang, and then &lt;b&gt;Mikko&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Omar&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Iang&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Danilo&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Hanna&lt;/b&gt; came! Ayan, madami-dami na kami. Kung ano-ano nang napagusapan namin. It was so fun,I can sit there all day and just talk to them. Kaso, naramdaman kong gutom na ko. Hindi pa kasi ako naglulunch eh! Kaya ayun, I sang them to buy food already! It was a French Fries day with matching Cheeseburger Deluxe. Himala talaga, walang nag-Crispy Chicken Fillet! :D Ayun, we ate our orders with &lt;u&gt;Love Game&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;U&gt;Thinking Of You&lt;/u&gt; as our background music! Totally namiss ko mga labidabies ko. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, some headed to the cinema to watch Dragonball Evolution. At kaming others, we decided to walk inside the bay. Just have a walk lang, nakakamiss e. I realized, when will be the next time that we will bond like this. Siguro mahirap nang maghagilap ng sampu when college starts! We know that the clouds are getting black already. &lt;B&gt;MASAMANG PANGITAIN&lt;/B&gt; na talaga. Gusto lang talaga naming magboardwalk! Sabi ni Ryan, wala na daw boardwalk, kaya beachwalk na lang. OK fine! While walking, we saw Sir Buqueron and we said, &lt;I&gt;"Sir! Sembreak na namin!"&lt;/i&gt;. Tumawa naman siya. Feel na feel na talaga namin ang sembreak. At mamimiss namin ang mga teachers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought to sing in a Korean videoke place! Kaso nga lang, angexpensive! 500PHP per hour daw! Grabe ha! Limang piso lang isang kanta dun sa videoke machine! :P We also thought that it might rain super hard pag ginawa namin yun, so hokus pokus na lang kami sa lakad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=Image2204.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/Image2204.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=Image2201.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/Image2201.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=Image2211.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/Image2211.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=Image2209.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/Image2209.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=Image2215.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/Image2215.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, college matters parin ang laman ng mga usapan namin. Hindi na yun mawawala. &lt;b&gt;Excited&lt;/b&gt; na kami, na in a way &lt;b&gt;dreaded&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;May nakita kaming sign...&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Ano kaya yung ibig sabihin niyang "Park at your own risk"?&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Parang ano, "Sige. Mag-park ka dian. Ikaw din ang bahala!".&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Waw. Sana "Mag-park ka dian, ikaw din ang bahala" na lang ang nilagay nila!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung malapit na kami sa Board.. I mean Beachwalk, biglang nagpapansin yung clouds. Sabi ko nga, "Isang pitik na lang sa clouds, babagsak na o." Oo, isang pitik na lang talaga, Kaboogsh na! I guess I was just not right with that, dahil hindi pa namin pinipitik yung clouds, sumabog na. Kaya ayun, to the run kami talaga sa pinakamalapit na &lt;b&gt;SILONG&lt;/b&gt;. Two out of 10 lang ang may umbrella samin! Tapos, si Ami at Dan din lang ang may jacket, at si Omar lang ang may suspenders (HAHA. Pinagtitripan namin siya dahil dun.) so we chose to stay under the umbrellas of the Aresi restaurant. Yun, tinry naming hintaying TUMILA ang ulan, according to Ami's vocab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=Image2202.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/Image2202.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=Image2206.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/Image2206.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=Image2212.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/Image2212.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=Image2216.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/Image2216.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Danilo: Sino nang nakakain sa Aresi?&lt;br /&gt;Amiel: Ako!&lt;br /&gt;Danilo: Tara! Naiihi na ko. Kuya! Kuya! Nakakain na to diyan, papasukin niyo naman kami!&lt;br /&gt;Kami: (tawa)&lt;br /&gt;Amiel: Dun na lang kaya kayo sa Gerry's Grill!&lt;br /&gt;(Pumunta naman nga sila Dan at Omar sa Gerry's Grill!)&lt;br /&gt;Hanna: Hey guys, don't you wanna run na lang? Do you think this rain will stop?&lt;br /&gt;Amiel: Sige, you run! Call us a taxi na lang!&lt;br /&gt;Hanna: Angepal! I'll walk na lang.&lt;br /&gt;Mikko: OK, you walk! Call a taxi parin!&lt;br /&gt;Kami: (tawa)&lt;br /&gt;Omar: Nakita niyo yung mga babaeng dumaan? Angduga!&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Anong maduga dun?&lt;br /&gt;Omar: Wala. Di man lang ako hinintay.&lt;br /&gt;Kami: ???&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news and good luck, there arrived a cab infront of us! Edi yun, we rode it. And we sang happy birthday inside the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ryan: Grabe yung dala ng Year of the Ox sa 2009! April pa lang umuulan na o.&lt;br /&gt;Amiel: Malakas daw umihi yung Ox kaya malakas yung ulan.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Wala lang. Yung mga ganyang banat ang pinaka-namiss ko eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=Image2217.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/Image2217.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=Image2225.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/Image2225.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=Image2226.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/Image2226.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at the gate, the rain still poured so bad we went straight to 711 just to chill out. Naisipan naming magkape habang hinihintay na mag-stop yung ulan. Nagchikahan, nagbanatan, at nagdaldalan na kami at lahat pero unfortunately, wala ata siyang balak huminto. So ayun, bumili na lang kami ng mga umbrella. Kaming tatlo nina Mikko at Iang, bumili ng 50PHP na payong. :)) Sobra kasi talagang lakas, wala namang bagyo. Nga pala, nakita namin si Mang James! Talagang nagpapakita yung mga taong mamimiss namin a! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=Image2218.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/Image2218.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=Image2219.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/Image2219.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=Image2223.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/Image2223.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=Image2224.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/Image2224.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By two's kami sa payong maliban kay Amiel! Sinugod niya ang ulan kasama ang kanyang raincoat na nakakabasa pa din naman. Kawawa. Naisip naming dapat plastic cover na lang yung binili namin! ;) Stop-over muna sa National. Paano ba naman, closed pa yung daanang may bubong! Napasabak talaga kami sa kalsada. Kasabay pa namin ang mga Hanjineers and employees na palabas na din. Siksikan! Pasabawan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang tubig-ulan, umabot na sa aming talampakan. Pumasok na sa sapatos! Imaginin niyo yung kay Mikko! May medyas. EEEEW. HAHA. Tapos, tapos, edi tumawid na kami at diretsong OCIC. Yung tatlong autistic, magdo-DOTA kasi, so tumambay muna kami sa labas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ryan: Baskil (basang kilikili) nanaman ako o! --dahil sa ulan.&lt;br /&gt;Joan: Hindi yan Baskil! Basbal. Basang balikat!&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Basikat mas maganda!&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Baskod nga din ako e!&lt;br /&gt;Omar: Anong baskod?&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Basang likod! Hello? Yung pick-up mo kamo andun!!&lt;br /&gt;Omar: AAHH. Sorry a! Ano pala yan? (sabay turo sa basang hita ni Joan)&lt;br /&gt;Joan: Bas-hita!&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Bashita! Waw, sosyal. Bashita.&lt;br /&gt;Omar: Ako nga, basrif! Basang brief!&lt;br /&gt;(tawa, hala.)&lt;br /&gt;Mikko: Ayun o! Basoti! Basang OT! (sabay turo kay Amiel)&lt;br /&gt;(tawanan lahat!)&lt;br /&gt;Omar: Basboy! (sabay turo sakin) Basang baboy!&lt;br /&gt;Cha: HA-HA. Ikaw din!&lt;br /&gt;Omar: Basig ako e. Basang pig.&lt;br /&gt;Cess: Yun. Basgong! (turo kay Dan) Basang Pagong!&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Ha! Basahib! Basang talahib! (turo kay Iang)&lt;br /&gt;Cess: Si Ry, Bashorse! Basang Seahorse!&lt;br /&gt;Mikko: Basot! (sabay turo kay Cess) Basang bansot!&lt;br /&gt;Cha: Bagay talaga kayo ni Amiel! Basoti and basot nuptial! Ganyan daw kayo ikakasal!&lt;br /&gt;(tawanan)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narealize namin na senseless na ang lahat. Kaya pagkatapos ng APAT NA BESES kong madamdaming yaya, sa wakas, nagkayayaan na ngang umuwi. Napansin din namin na kapag si AMIEL yung laughing stock namin, tawa talaga kami ng tawa. Ganyan ka namin kamahal, Ami! Pero guys, nakita niyo ba yung kababawan natin?? Sa ganyang bagay, sobrang saya na natin! I don't know if college was meant to end this joy, baka kasi college was meant to be serious. Kaya nga I will definitely miss this.. One day, alam kong mangyayari uli lahat ng to. I AM SO SURE. Pero sana, sa next na pagkikita natin, ganito padin kababaw. Ganito padin kasaya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan, Cess, and I rode the same jeepney. At infairness, pati sa loob ng jeep umuulan! May butas yung bubong. GRABE. Cess and I went down on the same spot and we decided to look for Meynard in the both 711s. UNFORTUNATELY ULI, wala na siya sa mga 711! Hindi niya alam na sinugod namin ang nagbabahang Rotonda nagbabakasakali lang na makita siya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking the floody bloody roads, I went straight to our house, at INFAIRNESS ULI, nagbabaha at nagsasabaw ang kalsada namin. WOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;So far, it was fun naman!&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed it kasi I was excited to see them again, talk to them again, bond with them again. Nalulungkot lang ako kasi I don't know when the next time will be. Again and again, we hafta move forward.&lt;br /&gt;May nakita nga kaming mga third year and we said, "Grabe o! Fourth years na sila! Ano nang tawag satin??". &lt;b&gt;The answer, &lt;U&gt;"COLLEGE STUDENTS"&lt;/U&gt;.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gdbye, guys.&lt;br /&gt;Nangangati na ko, kasi nilusong ko talaga ang baha.&lt;br /&gt;I'll change muna. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-8623322154918725115?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/8623322154918725115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-cat-it-rained-dogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/8623322154918725115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/8623322154918725115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-cat-it-rained-dogs.html' title='OH MY CAT! IT RAINED DOGS!'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z61056479.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-2372052732069480896</id><published>2009-04-20T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T05:17:52.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady GaGa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>FLING-FLING, LOVE-LOVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z86169646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z86169646.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want to have my own Summerboy!&lt;/I&gt; Are you game? I'M GAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it feels like having one! E kasi naman diba, isn't it fun to have a summer fling, that ends the same time summer does. That is cool! Who tried it before? Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hey there summer boy&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking off my heels&lt;br /&gt;Lets go for a run&lt;br /&gt;Have a little summer fun&lt;br /&gt;Have a little summer fun&lt;br /&gt;Summer boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get lost you can take me home&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere nice we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;Bikini tops, popping o-o-off&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sad when the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;You'll wake up and I'm not around&lt;br /&gt;I've got to go oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;We'll still have the summer after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Lady GaGa really hypnotizes me with her bitchy songs. And right now, other than having &lt;b&gt;Love Game&lt;/b&gt; as my Last Song Syndrome, I got attached to &lt;b&gt;Summerboy&lt;/b&gt; so much since the second I woke up. That song is my perfect summer hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been heartless for two years already. Actually magth-three na this July. Opo, I would not deny na in those almost three years I fell in love with someone, pero that is nothing. Ha! I mean, what's happy with love kung hindi naman two-way diba? It's such a pain in the ass, kaya I don't consider it as a FUN thing. (HAHAHA. It's just that I don't want to recall the pain from that. Ha! Emo!) All the while, I miss the kilig moments, the times where your heart just flutters wherever the wind wants it to fly. Nakakamiss yung fact that there is someone who will always be concerned, that will never give you a blank moment, kasi through your every second, minute, and hour, andiyan lang siya. &lt;i&gt;I really long for those moments.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya nga gusto ko ng SUMMERBOY. Yun na ang pinaka-perfect thing na magco-complete ng summer ko. I don't want a cartoon. I don't want a character in a drama. I don't want a mannequin. I don't want a robot. I want something real. Wag namang tokis. Sino kayang pwede? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not go for a friend dahil pag nagkasakitan, I mean if it got serious which is not supposed to happen, the end na ang friendship. That is one scary thing about flings, when you start falling for that person, you are falling in the trap. It's no one to blame but you, because first of all, everything is just for fun. Every thing is just a game. FLING NGA DIBA? Kaya in a way, you're risking your heart. But if you know naman na playing is your forte, what's bad in trying, right? Let's just think that love doesn't happen anytime, dagdag confidence lang para maging successful ang game natin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it didn't happen that way, atleast you got an INSTANT SUMMER FRIEND plus! You had a good time. You've tried a relaxed and laidback relationship with someone without feeling the burdens of commitment. Odiba! Pray that you won't fall, yun na lang. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to meet someone through a friend siguro. Ayoko din ng mamemeet ko siya sa web. It's so unreal. Gusto ko naman matry yung nangyayari sa mga movies, the girl will meet a guy from the beach or wherever she will be and just start the flirting there. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige na, kahit hindi na Summerboy. Kahit Summerfriend na lang. OK na ko dun. Someone I can hang out, at magiging dahilan ng pagiging memorable ng summer ko. :D If it not happens, maybe it's too early for me to do that. Wala naman, I just realized that this summer will be plain boring kung wala man lang akong ieexert na effort. E sorry naman, taong-bahay lang po kasi ako ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get jealous to those people who can talk to anyone, even if they hadn't met that person before. Yung tipong, you'll throw pick-up lines to that person that when he picks it up will make him be your friend already! I want to try that. Pero, sincerely enough, I don't have the guts. Ippractice ko pa ang aking confidence. I'm getting ready though kasi alam kong that is the first thing I should do to create friends in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo. Marami pa kong self-enhancing workshops na gagawin para maging different naman yung approach ko sa college. Sa totoo lang, I want to be the first one to create a friend. Ayoko yung I am the friend they will create. Gusto ko ako ang lalapit, which is kind of a normal and not thing to me. Depende kasi sa tao kung approachable o hindi. I know, ako, I don't look approachable. (Lahat naman sinasabi na mukha akong masungit e!) But I'm sure, hindi lang ako ang nag-iisang mukhang masungit sa college. That's why ako na nga ang lalapit diba? I'll get through the needle para lang maging success ang social life ko sa kolehio. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. From Summerboy, naging college nanaman yung point ko! I am so sorry, kasi nagiging instant worry ko na ang college since I graduated. Hindi naman na mawawala yun, diba? Pabayaan niyo na ko. Let me savour the worry, kasi pagdating ng war, I know I've prepared my weapons na. Kung hindi naman sa mga pagwoworry ko ng ganto, wala akong mararating. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-2372052732069480896?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/2372052732069480896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/fling-fling-love-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/2372052732069480896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/2372052732069480896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/fling-fling-love-love.html' title='FLING-FLING, LOVE-LOVE.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z86169646.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-5392516284685098941</id><published>2009-04-19T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T02:47:34.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insecurities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human'/><title type='text'>SERYOWSOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z117735896.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z117735896.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we care so much when our imperfections are on the line? We're really having a hard time just to erase those mistakes in us. What's with PERFECTION, why do we want it so bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I've got my own set of insecurities that I'm really trying to forget. I've been spending time on self-improvement books just to make me feel delighted about myself. I always think I look ugly, I look fat, I hate myself being 'balbon', my hair looks bad, why am I not so rich and everything negative. But right now, I really am starting to appreciate my human self. I believe in the quote in the left,&lt;b&gt;"Human is beautiful. Perfect is boring."&lt;/b&gt; I just do this exercises and beauty steps to in a way be presentable infront of others. There's nothing wrong in doing things for you to feel better, right? It all gets bad when we try to complain and complain and complain, get depressed and do hazardous things just to be perfect. Another, happiness is acquired not because of perfections, you just choose to feel and live with it. Those things we ask, some people may have it, but are they happy? Let's just love ourselves because there's only one US in the world. And let us not worry because we've got our friends and family to accept us despite every little bad thing we don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you with that sad face, keep your chin up! We're all imperfect out here. It's the way you feel perfect despite those imperfections that really matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, na-stop nanaman ako sa aking diet measures because of &lt;b&gt;GIRL POWER&lt;/b&gt;, a term I call the bloody cycle. Three days ding hindi ko nagawa ang lahat cause I got scared that I might get cramps. Readyng-ready na e! I planned everything out. Akala ko magiging flawless na dahil sa aking determination, pero I forgot to join Girl Power in my plan. :)) Nakakainis talaga. I really believe that when something comes out of spontaneity, it really happens. That's why minsan lang ako mag-plan, lagi kasing hindi nacacarry-out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero right now, I went back to my exercise routines. &lt;B&gt;SERYOSO NGA KASI AKONG MAG-LOSE NG WEIGHT!&lt;/B&gt; HAHAHA. Ayaw niyo ba talagang maniwala? :D I've been continuing my diet din for two weeks na! Pramis, hindi na ako nag-eextra rice. Tapos, I always fill myself with the should-be number of glasses of water a day. That is water therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaso, kaso, I'm still not eating veggies... D: Sobrang problema ko talaga. Although I've been missing eating Caesar Salad! Sobra! Since hindi talaga ako VEGETARIAN, not even a VEGGIE-EATER, iniisip kong idaan sa fruits. OK naman. Pero gusto ko ding mag-veggie, kailangan ko nga lang ng trainer! HAHAHA. Sayang nga e. My dad is the perfect trainer if ever, but he's sadly not around so I have to learn it myself. Nanay ko din kasi hindi big fan ng veggies, kaya ganto nalang kami ka-TABAIN. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck na lang sakin.&lt;br /&gt;Imma take the mass.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see my CRUSHES. Naks. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-5392516284685098941?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/5392516284685098941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/seryowsow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/5392516284685098941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/5392516284685098941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/seryowsow.html' title='SERYOWSOW!'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z117735896.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-7251833192295688041</id><published>2009-04-18T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T08:01:45.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>"CHANGE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z51375519.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z51375519.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to be ready. Tomorrow is not a big joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really a big deal to us for something to change in our lives. Even the smallest serving of change scares us. &lt;b&gt;They say that change is the only thing constant in this world&lt;/b&gt;. Oh please, I'm tired of that. It really sounds banal as I hear it over and over again from people who are great believers of that "change" and "constant" thing. I don't know what that quote supposed to mean, if it concerns acceptance or something like saving the mankind? Those people, they really have a lot to say, haven't they? But still, when change comes along they are still left bewildered. It's like seeing a deer strolling in the streets of the Philippines. &lt;i&gt;THAT IS WILD! THAT IS CHANGE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I think that change is turning something impossible into possible. It's doing something abnormal in order to produce an outcome that either benefits you, benefits others, endangers you, or endangers others. Change is expected by everyone, yet everyone disapproves of change when it is there. It is expected from the youth, from the new generation. Change is just between moving forward or pacing backwards. It can be a choice, a fate, or a destiny. It might happen anytime, anywhere, to anyone. Even if you're ready or not yet, you have to be ready for change. It sometimes comes with hope, peace, or love, but it doesn't come with a bad intention. Bad changes are produced by influence, and they are usually meant to teach. Change always brings something good out of us. It can never produce something useless or insignificant. It's just superbly wild but that is the usual change we know.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to now, I'm still getting surprised of the different happenings, uh, CHANGES, around me. I don't know if the Almighty plans us to get used to the world. I don't think so. I really am thinking that He has this big MANKIND planner with him in the pearly gates, with each of that 3 billion people a different life. I think he's having draw lots there in the heavens. ;) Imagine looking down to the world seeing your creation going into chaos, turmoil, deep rage, blind love, uncertain happiness, and everything you planned. From down below here, we everyday see that, how about seeing that top view! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not so sure what point I am making here. HAHAHA. Please laugh at me. This day is such a day for me to blab about anything funny and natural. I mean, whatever goes out of my mind, I really have to say it. Or else... you know the dangers of insanity, right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the EXPECTED changes I will be closely encountering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;u&gt;Our car will be sold&lt;/u&gt;. I know that ever since I was a kid, there was always a family car for us. I just can't believe that now I'll be experiencing having none. I guess, I really am starting to escape my being a child. Noone drives it anymore because dad is out of the country, meanwhile mom is working in Manila and she has barely guts in bringing it there, so they decided to sell it. Maybe it's the best for it. Tsk. I was just planning on taking driving lessons this summer. What's the use without a car to be driven? I know that I have to let go of the memories we made with that car. SO SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;u&gt;This April 27, I will be transferring to the condo in Manila in preparation for my college&lt;/u&gt;. I know it's too early, pero I need to familiarize myself narin in the new place I'll be getting together with. I also want to spend summer in a different environment din kasi. Kailangan ko talagang mag-ikot ikot sa Manila. (Sa mga tao diyan na pwede kong makasama, while it's summer, just lemme know!) I have to know how to get to places for GIMMICK purposes. NYAK. But I got one problem, I don't have a laptop to bring. Tapos, no connection pa. PANO NALANG YUN? Deprivation of my friends nanaman ang drama ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;u&gt;I'm already a college student in June!!&lt;/u&gt; Sobrang big thing nun. Sa totoo lang, I am scared and I'm not ready yet. Feeling ko, I still need to take a lot of good sleeps bago mapressure and everything. I should be ready bago sumabak sa giyera, as they say. Natatakot ako sa new people, new experiences, and new challenges. Pero may new lessons naman which will be super helpful for me as a human being. Hindi ko lang maimagine that I am actually taking a big step right now. Tapos na ko mag-high school! Hindi pa kasi totally nagsisink in sakin. Alam ko, sa first day of being a colehiala ko pa maiintindihan na this is real na talaga. No more dreaming sa June. Wala na ding tulugan. HAHA. I am excited though, kasi matagal ko nang gustong makameet ng mga bagong tao! I also want a new study aura. Medyo deads kasi ang learning ko since December. OO, wala akong natutunan since December kaya feeling ko magiging attentive ako sa first day. Sa totoo lang, ayokong magsawang mag-aral. Kaya nga if ever I will take European Studies as a pre-law, if I really can continue it, with no holds barred, I don't think another 5 years of learning is a big matter to me. Gusto ko talagang i-enjoy ang life with continuous learning, yun lang. :D WHOO. Good luck to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, Ieenjoy ko muna ang Gapo (especially my bed!!) Nakakainis kasi, I can't sleep in our room pa kasi di pa magamit yung aircon. E SOBRANG INIT KAYA. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So till then, my friends!&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-7251833192295688041?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/7251833192295688041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/7251833192295688041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/7251833192295688041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/change.html' title='&quot;CHANGE&quot;'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z51375519.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-5845954001380042703</id><published>2009-04-17T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:18:26.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>I'M YOUR WHORE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z43823994-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z43823994-1.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember when Computer and Internet did not yet exist on Planet Earth? &lt;i&gt;I actually forgot they had not existed before.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it's like SUPER INFLUENCE to me, affecting me in all of my life's aspects. I can't say they're my air. But they can be my wind instead... I just seem to get pissed (menstrual pissed, that's something hazardous) when they're not there. Am I making a point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook, Friendster, YouTube, MySoju, AnimeSeason, Multiply, Blogger, Blogspot, Yahoo. All of them became my to-go friends this summer. I can trust them with anything, may it be knowledge or secrets, they are always there. I can go to them when I am loneliest and spend my time with them when I'm my happiest. &lt;b&gt;Computer and Internet created me an INSTANT FRIEND&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They might not talk back when I express something, but their music really comfort me. I get an Instant Katy Perry to jam to, an Instant T-Pain when I feel like dancing, and an Instant The Cranberries when I want some music time travel in the past. They may not understand me but I think they do. Whatever I talk about, they allow it in their world. My world became theirs, and theirs became mine. Depression, dismay, rapture or extreme anger, they always listen, that's what I think. If dogs are man's bestfriend, why can't Computer and Internet be? They may not show emotion, but they just make you complete. They should be more than my best friends, shouldn't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if sometimes they get me mad because of the unwanted facts they let me know, even if they turn me into a furious humanoid for depriving me of connection, I also understand them in return. I know they have their own set of problems. It will not compare to the happy times they bring me. They also connect me instantly with my true friends. Through blogging and instant messaging, they taught me how to get to my father in Africa in the fastest time possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also knew a lot of stories because of them, like Boys Before Flowers, Full House, and etcetera drama. They introduced me to hot Koreans like Kim Bum and Rain. Song Hye Kyo also became my friend. Meanwhile, I enjoyed meeting Naruto and Gaara. I was entertained having a date with them and getting to learn a lot of jutsus. Sometimes, I wished I was a ninja like him. I hope there was NarutoLand or something like Naruto 3D! Just look at me, I am dreaming of the impossible and the fantastic because of THEM. They really brought me to places like Japan, Korea, Brazil, Australia, USA and England while sitting. Someday, when I've been there myself, I will thank them for taking the world to me earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also shared my happiness with them when I passed the college universities I loved to go to in the next years. They saw the joy in my eyes the moment I smiled when I knew the good news. Whenever I receive a bad message, I cry it to them. They're my saviour. They just relieve me of my problems. I learn life when I am with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time that they caused me stress, but in reality, they were helping me cope up to stress. I will never forget spending mornings and evenings with them. I will never forget procrastinating with them. I cannot forget accomplishing deadlines with them. My articles in our high school paper, the feature things I wrote for the graduation class, and my messages to my friends, they read it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my good friends computer and Internet. We've been through a lot and they never left me. There was a time that they almost did, that's the time when they broke down. I thought, they would really leave me. But, they're still here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Right now, because of them, I feel like another body is growing in my back. HAHA. It hurts like hell because of my addiction. How can I not be addicted with my friends? :DD Although overexposure to radiation kills, I am not scared because I am not having an overexposure!! I repeat, I believe that I am not having an overexposure with 13 hours of usage a day. HAAHAHHA. Crazy, huh?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. You won't kill me, right? ;D&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-5845954001380042703?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/5845954001380042703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-your-whore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/5845954001380042703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/5845954001380042703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-your-whore.html' title='I&apos;M YOUR WHORE.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z43823994-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-1068673925831218719</id><published>2009-04-16T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:49:44.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys Before Flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korean drama'/><title type='text'>BOYS BEFORE FLOWERS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/q119231851.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/q119231851.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boys before flowers before anything else! :PPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was one of my most perturbed nights because of visions of &lt;b&gt;Boys Before Flowers&lt;/b&gt; in my head. Other than the reason that it's so cold in the room, I can't concentrate on my should be peaceful sleep because of the familiar HOT faces of the F4!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I want to say something about the F4: Korean version, yes, the fair men of the Boys before Flowers. (I know these are spoilers to those who haven't seen it yet) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jun Pyo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Pyo was such a mad man in the first episodes. He doesn't treat people they way they should be treated. Just because he owns a lot in Korea, he thinks he could buy people off with his sparkling Won. As a lover, he was really serious of his first love, although he's a rascal at times. I feel sorry for him because of his responsibility as an heir to their company. He's given consequences for everything and her bitch mom is always a nuisance. He is not that handsome, but handsome enough! He is really a funny guy for me. A true brat! :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ji Hoo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Hoo is the quiet type. He is a reserved man. The son of the past president. He's the only one that lived after an accident, and since then he always blamed himself. He looks nice. He smiles nice and he really loves good. He respects people and for the name of love, he tries to do what he thinks is good. He loved Jan Di but since she is Jun Pyo's girl, she retreated. But when the time came that Jan Di was left alone, he comes off as a hero, supporting Jan Di in everything and starting to fight his love for her. :D Very majestic!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yi Jung&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very, very, VERY CHARMING Yi Jung. He is a cute boy!! He's into pottery and he plays the sax. He is a good friend of the F4, he really protects their friendship, but a really bad ass when it comes to girls. He doesn't take girls seriously. Yeah, a playah! Although when Ga Eul comes along, he realizes things. He actually believes in soulmates but he just won't admit. He is my type in the four of them! So lovable!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Woo Bin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all I can say is that he is also a fun guy! He's always with Yi Jung and they're like the closest in the group. He is also a player, but not that much as Yi Jung. He is also a good friend and an heir to their family business. :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm off. I'm currently in Episode16 and it's just my third day today. Addicting, huh? I hafta finish BBF as soon as possible!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-1068673925831218719?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/1068673925831218719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/boys-before-flowers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/1068673925831218719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/1068673925831218719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/boys-before-flowers.html' title='BOYS BEFORE FLOWERS!'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_q119231851.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-3181196329045044308</id><published>2009-04-15T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:50:44.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys Before Flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korean drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>ADDICTION, BABY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z117307819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z117307819.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I'll get defensive. The reason that I wasn't able to post something yesterday was the fact that &lt;b&gt;I WAS BUSY&lt;/b&gt;. My load of "business" came to the extent that I was requesting another hour of the day. But I really guess that extra hour would be for another thing. But atleast, I had a time to post today! I'll make this short. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Lee, I've been into KDrama lately. I am watching Boys Before Flowers, which they will also show in ABS-CBN. But please, just go online streaming than watching it in Tagalog. They really destroy the Korean emotion! I hate it. So,, BBF is so amusing!! I super like it. Kinikilig muli ako and everything! I love how those hot boys make me go crazy. HAHAHA. After watching this, I think I'll watch Full House again, or Fated To Love You (recommended by Rich) or Mei-chan (recommended by Thea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't know why I ended up watching Asian Drama. I should be watching anime, actually. I was looking some hot new anime series down the web, in case I finished Naruto, and so I found Eden of the East. I kind of liked it. After I group messaged that I found something to watch. Samantha replied and told me to watch BBF instead. And I ended up liking it. And now I'm addicted!!! HAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I have a story. I slept around 1AM kanina, and then I was dreaming of BBF. As in I hate it because it's haunting me!!! Hindi masarap yung tulog ko hanggang 7AM because whenever I close my eyes, I don't sleep. I am actually thinking about what will happen next. Nakakainis. HAHAHA. THIS IS ADDICTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my schedule full na. After I ate breakfast, I will update my Pet Society first, which can take me hours because of my virtual memory low PC. HAHAHA. And then, I'll finish BBF until the time it takes me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I RECOMMEND THIS DRAMA, GUYS. WATCH IT WITH THE SUBTITLES! NOT IN TAGALOG. :PP&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that the works of the Philippines should not be supported, praised or whatchamacallit call it. But when it comes to these things, the original is still the best. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Lee, I realized that we're doing the same things. We even find the same things about things. HAHA.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-3181196329045044308?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/3181196329045044308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/addiction-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/3181196329045044308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/3181196329045044308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/addiction-baby.html' title='ADDICTION, BABY.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z117307819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-804600923208008354</id><published>2009-04-13T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T05:18:13.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>MY FIRST BUSY SUMMER DAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/ththz94874833.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/ththz94874833.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heaven and hell, ladies and gents.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was not officially included in my boring summer hot days, since I had a lot of things to make up to. I exercised a lot, went to the derma, had a solo walking moment, and ate a yummy serving of Choco Crumble (ZAGU!). :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Lee, I know you would read this. I do post everyday because everyday is my boring hot day except today, but I still made one entry! I just promised myself to not neglect the blog. THAT IS ALL. :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished a dose of &lt;I&gt;May Bukas Pa&lt;/i&gt;, the religious and very inspirational teleserye in ABS-CBN. I always loved that show, and how it vividly shows true-to-life everyday stories. It's just so meaningful, may it be light or dark, that I get affected. &lt;b&gt;I totally love Bro (and Santino, that cute kid)!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about what happened today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had bellydanced (Imagine my pretty ass do that HAHA) and did some special exercises for the tummy. &lt;b&gt;I AM SHOUTING THAT I AM DESPERATE!&lt;/b&gt;. Hindi ko alam kung magiging ningas kugon ako at bukas e wala na tong kakaibang desperation at matinding determination ko, pero, si Bro na ang bahala. I am actually following the diet tips in my previous post days ago. I fervently hope that it will really help me in my desperate moments. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;----------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a rejuvenating bath, which felt like my first bath after a hundred years. Seriously, my bath this afternoon was so refreshing!! Maybe because of the icky sweat my EVER-PERSEVERED EXERCISE gave me. Hahaha. This should be getting me somewhere!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;----------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode a tricycle to the dermatologist clinic that should be worth PHP40, but I used my charismatic personality, so the driver agreed that I pay twenty! What a lucky Easter monday. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;----------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat for an hour to wait for my check-up, which is normal. I really missed my weekends full of that patience thing. I missed the voice inside me that keeps on insisting that PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;----------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I underwent facial scrubbing and cleaning, that I consider HELL! My face was scrubbed like a foot that walked miles of dirt! I almost died of the steam that had me breathe hard. Goodness, I was scared! I almost slept but I was scared that I might die in my sleep. But even though, it was a lucky day! I felt not enough pain like I used to. I guess my pimples are starting to surrender. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;----------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/?action=view&amp;current=z143021095.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/z143021095.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked alone in the middle of the night because I love night strolls! It just pacifies me. I thought of taking the shortcut but it's too dangerous with all the Lasengos on that street. I plunged to take the long rooooooooad which felt good because I miss seeing the city lights at night! I saw a familiar face and it never left my head because I was trying to picture where I've seen that face! My hypothalamus bled so I thought I needed a sip of freezing chocolate. At first, I decided to have Chillz, but then Zagu was open so I had one of my latest fantasies, a cold chilled Choco Crumble. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;----------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now at home and I'm done with my today's things.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed your own version of today.&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-804600923208008354?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/804600923208008354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-busy-summer-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/804600923208008354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/804600923208008354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-busy-summer-day.html' title='MY FIRST BUSY SUMMER DAY.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_ththz94874833.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-6661653040063921260</id><published>2009-04-12T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T04:50:22.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lenten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='different'/><title type='text'>EASTERRIFIC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thz142232901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thz142232901.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bunnies come alive!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today should be a happy day, since it's EASTER! It's a reason enough to enjoy, especially that Jesus already rose to the heavens. It is a day to be thankful and a day to spend the blessings of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/m189490203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 160px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/m189490203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something special that I had today is the &lt;B&gt;hanging-out part in the beach&lt;/b&gt;! I woke up at around 8 AM. (Guess what, I slept at around 2AM and I woke up with my head pretty wasted!) But my sleep last night was one of my good nights, henceforth, I believe that sleeping in a SLEEPY sense will actually produce one serene sleep. Yihaaaaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was woken up by the loud, loud, 250 decibel sound of my grandma's bellowing voice. &lt;i&gt;"Hoy! Gumising na kayo!! Hindi ba kayo sasama sa beach??"&lt;/i&gt; Holy Cheese and Fries! &lt;i&gt;Yes, yes, I'll wake up if you just stop&lt;/i&gt;. I should be supposingly in the bad mood since then, but the day was a prophesied good day so things probably will move on smoothly. I just ignored the waking-up part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! We're at the beach already. It's been days since I last seen this many a crowd. This day must really be something. I didn't have my breakfast, so at the exact time that we sat in the cottage, we began eating Brunch. Yup. We enjoyed the grilled everything and mangga with bagoong! Plus the Vitamin D from the oh-so-hot sun, and the swirling wind. It was fun, although the videoke boys are pretty irritating. Pag-apak ko pa lang sa sand, &lt;U&gt;Through The Years&lt;/u&gt; pa yung kantang bumungad sakin. Thinking that that was our grad song! Ano ba yan! That was sad. HAHA. Well, I can't avoid those singing lalas with beers beside them at beaches. It's more of like an expect-it thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat for two hours already, and nobody's planning to swim with the sun that high (even without the disturbing sun, I guess, no one's in the mood for the ocean).I guess were just in the beach to enjoy the salty sea breeze which is apparently impossible to feel in the city. We just munched on some finger foods and watched everyone do their own thing. All those little chubby kids were likened to me when I was a child, my mom keeps on talking about my childhood days. And then I realized that I'm growing up already, and I am not game anymore into swimming with the &lt;i&gt;pangingitim&lt;/i&gt; disadvantages. My mom and I thought that as we age, we tend to dislike the thought of swimming in beaches. Well, I hope I'm still fond of it. It's just that I am not in the perfect mood. My grandma and next brother ate a lot. My smallest brother played with the sand, he did miss that. Ate Sarah texted, like that was something new. HAHA. And I listened to Katy Perry the whole time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time came that we found ourselves bored, and we can't erase the fact that everyone's really sleepy. I think the sun sweeps off everyone's energy for that matter. We realized that it's boring na nga. Might as well go home na lang and sleep. We missed our daddy-yo! Whenever we have a family outing like that, we usually laugh with him around. It's just so different that he's not there to make pangungulit. If he was there, we'll stay till the sun sets and he'll force us to go swim in the salted water. This is something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home and did our normal things. I ate a menthol candy which is not normal for me, since I hate eucalyptus candies. It makes me puke!! But I ate it. I think it's something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of something different, here's some excerpts from another Katy Perry song entitled &lt;B&gt;Ur So Gay&lt;/b&gt;. The song is so weird (in a funny way) and different! HAHA. I told you!! I'm pretty a Katy Perry #1 fan!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You're so sad maybe you should buy a Happy Meal.&lt;br /&gt;You're so skinny you should really Supersize the deal.&lt;br /&gt;Secretly you're so amused, that nobody understands you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so mean that I cannot get you outta your head&lt;br /&gt;I'm so angry cause you rather MySpace instead&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I fell in love, with someone who wears makeup than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so gay and you don't even like boys&lt;br /&gt;No you don't even like&lt;br /&gt;No you don't even like&lt;br /&gt;No you don't even like (penis)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. That was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES. I'LL GET SLEEP. :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-6661653040063921260?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/6661653040063921260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/easterrific.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/6661653040063921260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/6661653040063921260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/easterrific.html' title='EASTERRIFIC!'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_thz142232901.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-585309685563202614</id><published>2009-04-11T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:31:08.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl power'/><title type='text'>THE INDUSTRY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z167405590.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z167405590.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one friend this vacation to introduce to you. Summer, meet Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer, Katy Perry, Lady GaGa, Beyonce, Britney Spears, Rihanna, Taylor Swift, and Kelly Clarkson probably captured my heart. They do make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am not the only one with a parent that says our generation's music evolved from damn good to damaged. They've always cared about how music changed drastically from their age to ours. All they do is compare, well hello, it's generation MINE not YOURS anymore. We have to say that we do get lazy sometimes with the boring songs of their age, although we have to agree that music in their time will always make history in the music industry. Plus, those old songs got changes already with the hundred hot renditions of today's artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever hates today's hit songs, seriously man, you're getting old. I love how pop, rock, and rnb music held their independence in the industry. It's freedom that's come alive with their hanky-panky tunes that got us swaying in our own heartbeats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, I love the girl power conquering the radios and tv box sets! It's just awesome. I love Katy Perry's iconic look, randomness, and funky beats. I love Lady GaGa's so-unique talent, catchy rhythms, and rockin dance moves. Beyonce with her soulful songs and magnificent lyrics is the &lt;i&gt;woman&lt;/i&gt; of the generation. Britney will always be Britney, and it's good that she's back in the music scene! Meanwhile, Taylor Swift is just so young but she's got her own country style and glamorous lyrics for us to love. Rihanna is just the woman of the moment. With her latest issue of the pain she got from Chris Brown, let's give justice to her songs! And Kelly Clarkson, the idol that's taken everyone with her powerful voice, she just amazes everyone with her new hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, the song that my iTunes play and play and PLAY over and over again is &lt;b&gt;Thinking of You by Katy Perry&lt;/b&gt;. I just watched its music video the other night, and I was baffled. It was so good, and sad in a good way. It made my heart melt. That was love in a somewhat bad kind of thing. But anyway, it was still lovable, all sides lovable! Another thing! I really am crushin on Katy Perry. She is uber-gorgeous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're like an Indian summer in the middle of winter. Like a hard candy with a surprise center. How do I get better once I've had the best? You said there's tons of fish in the water, so the waters I will test. He kissed my lips I taste your mouth, oh! He pulled me in, I was disgusted with myself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I already turned two today here at Blogspot! I can't believe that I've started blogging two years ago!! Awwwww. That is good! I will make it three, four, and more!!! &lt;b&gt;HURRAH TO ME!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-585309685563202614?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/585309685563202614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/industry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/585309685563202614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/585309685563202614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/industry.html' title='THE INDUSTRY.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z167405590.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-1920139489700271652</id><published>2009-04-10T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T05:18:57.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><title type='text'>GOOD-TIME-TO-DIET FRIDAY. (APPARENTLY, I POSTED.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z103284366.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z103284366.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I've been living a FAT life for 16 years now."&lt;/i&gt; :)))&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, Lord. Hindi ko po kayang hindi magpost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to share with you the information I got from the internet. It is the &lt;i&gt;10 Miinor Tips To Help You Lose Your Weight&lt;/i&gt;. I found it when I was megalomaniacly searching for desperate weight loss tips. It's getting irritating, and I am quite desperate. Paraphrased, here are the tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Focus on the taste, forget the hunger&lt;/b&gt;. This should be true. What's the use of the flavors of the food if we don't pay attention to it, right? We don't need to rush. Hindi natin kailangang magpaka-PG (patay guts) because rushing gives the brain not enough time to realize that your stomach is full. And that is not good. Kaya ang target, forks and spoons up after every bite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;C-H-E-W&lt;/b&gt;. Yep, we've got time in our hands and fat to kick out from our body. Yummy food is just so fascinating. With control, get your chewing abilities in the zone. Slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Eat normal for breakfast&lt;/b&gt;. Don't give in easily to experts saying you should fill yourself up like a king every morning. Big breakfasts are also dangerous for when you eat more, you crave for more. A small breakfast should be alright, since you can have snacks hours after. Five very small meals are better than three big ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Do not remove your fave food from your system&lt;/b&gt;. It might have a lot of calories, but it's not bad to have it once in a while. You won't even make it, so why try? Just eat less with no guilty feeling. After having some, put the bag away. Just put it away! If you don't see the bag anymore, you won't put an effort in having one more serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Eating must not be the first thing to do when there's nothing to do&lt;/b&gt;. I must admit na dahil bakasyon ngayon, eating became an instant hobby. Para siyang 911, andaling tawagin. HAHA. Let's join forces to get our minds into other thoughts and other things to do, rather than munch and get heavy. Drinking fluids really helps in wanting and needing more food. Success always comes after not taking those calories, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;Have a small plate for your meals. Store those larger dinner plates out of sight.&lt;/b&gt; The smaller the plate, the lesser food it holds. And the less you eat, the less you will want to eat, because the stomach shrinks accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Slice the food into small pieces. Leave the spoons and forks at rest while chewing&lt;/b&gt;. Eat your food one slice at a time. Finish one up first before you're ready for the next slice. Slow down and don't cheat as you will only cheat yourself! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;Remember that you eat to satisfy your hunger. That's just it&lt;/b&gt;. Do not overindulge! Push away from the table hungry, then abracadabra!, you won't feel hungry anymore. This is true so you better stretch those meals out. It takes 20 minutes for the brain to assimilate hunger impulses, so take half the normal portion, then eat slowly over twenty minutes. YOU'LL START TO FEEL FULL. Have you ever been interrupted in the middle of a meal, then, on returning to the table, you didn’t feel like eating any more? It’s the same principal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;Snacks are tastier when they make you healthy&lt;/b&gt;. Always keep a supply of fruit yogurts (or anything that boozes your healthy hormones) since they are way tastier and healthier than having potato chips for the afternoon. It is also good for the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;Enjoy eating while sitting&lt;/b&gt;. Make it a rule. Sitting slows down your food intake. Just don't eat standing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOO. WE BETTER FOLLOW THIS!&lt;br /&gt;Let's get physical with the diet!&lt;br /&gt;Let's be thin together. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Since it's the holy week, might as well have fasting!&lt;br /&gt;It fits the season and it's the season to be fit!&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-1920139489700271652?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/1920139489700271652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-time-to-diet-friday-apparently-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/1920139489700271652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/1920139489700271652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-time-to-diet-friday-apparently-i.html' title='GOOD-TIME-TO-DIET FRIDAY. (APPARENTLY, I POSTED.)'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z103284366.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-1724866504278472894</id><published>2009-04-09T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:11:31.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lenten'/><title type='text'>PONDER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/ththaa7fb671.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 99px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/ththaa7fb671.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I am a flower quickly fading, here today and gone tomorrow. A wave tossed in the ocean, vapor in the wind. Still You hear me when I'm calling. Lord, You catch me when I'm falling. And You've told me who I am. I am Yours."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;A plan for today's Thursday:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get some peace and quiet and have a pray'r.&lt;br /&gt;To think that it is the lenten season once again, we are given weeks to ponder our lives, our sins, and our mistakes. It's our chance to thank Jesus Christ for he had cleansed the world with his love for us. &lt;u&gt;Thank you&lt;/u&gt;. Here's our moment to apologize that in committing our sins, we did some by will. &lt;u&gt;Sorry, forgive us&lt;/u&gt;. And, it is the time to thank the Lord that He has never failed to give us more opportunities in life. He has given us more days for reconciliation and more life in our years, despite our shortcomings. &lt;u&gt;Lord, thank You for never leaving us&lt;/u&gt;. Please continue to guide and bless us until our closing time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we will be doing Visita Iglesia (the visitation of churches).&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow, we will join the holy procession.&lt;br /&gt;I will not be posting anything on the next two days.&lt;br /&gt;Good Friday &amp; Black Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Meet me on the Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; Have your peace with you.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-1724866504278472894?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/1724866504278472894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/ponder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/1724866504278472894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/1724866504278472894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/ponder.html' title='PONDER.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_ththaa7fb671.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-779904385279389212</id><published>2009-04-08T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T01:39:14.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>HIGH SCHOOL: WAY BACK DONE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/q126264893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/q126264893.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;---&gt; Ooooooh. That sounds like Spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You can walk away and say we don't need this, but there's something in your eyes that says we can beat this. Cause these things will change. We can feel it now&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;Change by Taylor Swift&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left high school in a blur, and I don't know how to love college. But since, it's still summer, I can still sulk before it starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 THINGS I WILL MISS IN HIGH SCHOOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;My jolly, good, &lt;s&gt;momentarily fake&lt;/s&gt; friends&lt;/b&gt;. To tell you honestly, I am scared of going to a place not knowing anybody. As much as it's possible, I want to bring a friend along with me on my journey to the future. Pero para saan nga naman ang independence and 'moving forward' ko if I have to stick with the same people, diba? I'll just miss everyone. Super. The laughs, the crazy crankiness, almost everything. Some of them I have been classmates with since grade school so it's pretty a hassle to present myself again, for a long time had passed since I've done it to anyone. It worries me to think that I'll be making introductory lines again, make lasting impressions, and find replacements for my goody-good friends in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;The autochthonous environment&lt;/b&gt;. If the big four universities are just here in Subic Bay.. If there were just bigger possibilities here, I would prefer to study here. Honestly. Sa totoo lang, there is something in Manila that tells me "Don't Go". Hindi ko alam kung ready na ba ako to separate myself from home at kung ituturing ba akong anak ni Manila. Manila might be harsh on me or anything. Pero, I got no more choice. It is the best place for me to be someday's best. I have to bear with all the consequences for a good college learning. Takot din lang akong masagasaan! HAHA. Takot ako sa mga eskinita at masisikip na lugar. Ayoko din sa lugar na may crowd. AHAY. Talking about my fears, madami pa kong kinatatakutan. Eh kasi naman, comparing Olongapo to Manila, it's like Earth to the sun. Big differences talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;My parents' strict collar&lt;/b&gt;. As a teenager, I used to get pissed at my parents because they never allow me on any gimmick with my friends. I used to hate it when they won't allow me to stay outside the house until 5 in the afternoon (Imagine a 5PM curfew!), when my classmates are allowed till 10. I also wept on the fact that my friends were present in our beach closing party, when I wasn't allowed to go because they say it's not safe. I should also ride the school bus going to school and going home, because they were afraid that I might get an accident if I'll just go by myself. But as time passed, everything changed. I am now allowed to go wherever I want, with a curfew not as strict as 4PM like they do before. I can now attend night parties in our school without crying to them. I can now go to sleepovers without sobbing a tear. I can now stay outside, whenever I can. I now have a choice to not ride the school bus in going home from school. I've gotten everything I wanted before. It is fun, but I miss them being THAT strict. I think it's a sign that I am growing up. They have to let me go at some point that I have to learn things on my own. I am not the little girl anymore who deserved the Stop, Look and Listen advice when crossing. I know that it's hard for my dad to let me go, since I am the only girl, but HE HAS TO. Wala din pala silang choice in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Dependence&lt;/b&gt;. A BIG WORD I AM LEARNING NOT TO HANDLE. I just realized that even in just the small things, I already have to learn how to decide for myself. Not like before that I have to trust everything to my parents, now, I have a right to not agree with them, especially that it's my life on the line. I can consult them, pero hindi na yung type na iaasa ko sa kanila lahat. I have to admit that this will be very hard for me. Marami man akong natutunan na ways on how to be independent, hindi ko pa totally kaya na wala mommy ko beside me. (I am not the only one feeling this, am I?) In simple things like walking my own documents or enrolling myself, I can't see myself accomplished. HAHA. Hindi padin ako sanay na walang mom and dad to complete everything for me. So, I really have to start adapting myself to my should-be life in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;B&gt;The comfort of being home with my brothers&lt;/b&gt;. That is one thing I will totally miss. I will be staying in a condo unit in Manila with my mom, and hindi ako sanay na wala yung mga kapatid ko to add worry and wrinkle in my mom's forehead. I will miss the fact that there are evident existences in my life that at some point in time will bug me out of my senses. My brothers were always there to piss me off when I'm totally stressed out, to tease me when I am in my depressing state, and to share ice cream with me when I don't want to. I will also miss that there are punks who will try to steal the computer from me!! I will miss their evil doings and my drive to kill them especially when they connive! I will also miss how more evil they can still get, when I share a secret to them and they will start ruining my life by telling it to my dad. Talk about blackmail. We also have this quality bonding before going to bed, that we just talk and reminisce moments in our childhood life, until we all fell asleep. Most of all, I will miss their cockiness and their laughter. I would definitely find it in Manila. I will surely find their presence whenever I'm back from school. I will also miss my bed nga pala! Mamimiss ko din ang mga Sunday nights namin na barbecue night with ice cream after. (I began to miss my dad tuloy. He's in Africa kasi.) SAD, but again, THIS HAS TO HAPPEN. Magiging exciting siguro ang bawat pag-uwi at pagkikita namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to miss them, and then see them. I am looking forward to that. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-779904385279389212?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/779904385279389212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/high-school-way-back-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/779904385279389212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/779904385279389212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/high-school-way-back-done.html' title='HIGH SCHOOL: WAY BACK DONE.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_q126264893.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-4554870107358924628</id><published>2009-04-07T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T03:56:15.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>GAPS: "A (SMALL.. BIG?) GAP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z73197312.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z73197312.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hot n cold, baby!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it goes. There are times that in your relationship with someone, whatever special connection it is that you have, a friend or a lover, you get to taste hot and cold moments. Hot, when you feel like you can consider one another a body part that you certainly can't work magnificently without the other, and cold when you've considered living without the other as eating ice cream under the hot sun, delicious! Gaps begin in the latter parts... &lt;u&gt;the cold, hard, shaky gaps&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication is a word as simple as HI and HELLO. That's where friendship starts. But for a friendship to last, it is way complicated than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication is an exchange of words wherein people try to create a clearer and deeper understanding. It is so important that good and lasting friendships depend on a very good communication. A friendship without communication is a non-existing thing. Less communication, on the other hand, that's where gaps start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gumala nanaman ako ngayong araw na to and I've had this day to deal with a lot of misunderstandings. HOT AND COLD nga, katulad ng sinabi ko. I have to tell you the controversial yet funny Winstar eksena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Nakasakay kami sa Winstar at ang ingay-ingay namin. Not to the point that you'll curse us for breaking your eardrums, pero the type na, nagkakagulo na nga yung driver and the other girl paying fare, nakikigulo din kami. Here goes my paraphrased convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JN&lt;/b&gt;: Kuya, bayad po. (Nag-abot ng bente.) Dalawa. Yung isa, yung nandiyan sa harap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MANONG&lt;/b&gt;: Ilan to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DANILO&lt;/b&gt;: Dalawa daw po. Yung isa, nakaupo sa harap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LADY&lt;/b&gt;: Kuya, bayad po. Magkano po ba hanggang Royal? (Nag-abot din ng 20pesos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MANONG&lt;/b&gt;: Otso lang sa Royal. Ilan tong bente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CESS&lt;/b&gt;: Otso lang pala sa Royal, bakit ten pesos yung pinabayad satin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LADY&lt;/b&gt;: Isa lang po, sa Royal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JN&lt;/b&gt;: Kuya, dalawa po yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DANILO&lt;/b&gt;: Yung isa po, nakaupo sa harap.&lt;br /&gt;(Si Manong, nag-abot ng four pesos na sukli.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LADY&lt;/b&gt;: Manong bakit kulang yung sukli ko? Pakibalik nga sa kanya yung sukli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DANILO&lt;/b&gt;: Kuya, kulang daw po yung sukli nung bente sa Royal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MANONG&lt;/b&gt;: Ilan nga uli yung bente kanina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JN&lt;/b&gt;: Dalawa po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DANILO&lt;/b&gt;: Pati daw po yung nakaupo sa harap.&lt;br /&gt;(Napansin naming nakakairita na si Danilo. HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LADY&lt;/b&gt;: Wala bang barya? Eto na lang manong o, sakto. (Nag-abot na ng saktong 8)&lt;br /&gt;(Si Manong, pagkakuha ng sukling isinoli sakanya, pinalitan at ginawang 12, dahil yun ang tamang sukli.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MANONG&lt;/b&gt;: O, eto na yung sukli nung bente sa Royal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RYAN&lt;/b&gt;: Kuya, sakto na yung binigay niya, isoli niyo na lang daw yung bente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MANONG&lt;/b&gt;: Eto na yung sukli o, pakiabot na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMAR&lt;/b&gt;: Kuya, nagbayad na siya ng 8 kanina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DANILO&lt;/b&gt;: Pinalitan na niya yung binayad niya. Isoli niyo na lang po yung bente.&lt;br /&gt;Sinoli ni Manong ang bente... Nang may tumayong matanda at nagsalita bago bumaba,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MATANDA&lt;/b&gt;: Ang iingay niyo kasi, panu magkakaintindihan?&lt;br /&gt;Nang nakababa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMAR&lt;/b&gt;: Eh public vehicle to eh, anong gusto niya? Kung ayaw niya ng maingay wag siyang sumakay dito..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RYAN&lt;/b&gt;: Maingay pala eh, edi magtakip siyang tenga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AKO&lt;/b&gt;: Kaya siguro bumaba na, natakot. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMAR&lt;/b&gt;: Public vehicle to e, Hello?? Sigurado may mag-iingay. &lt;br /&gt;(Tawanan ang lahat, pero napapansin namin, tawa padin ng tawa si Julian at JN. Nang bumulong si Julian..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JULIAN&lt;/b&gt;: Hindi yung matandang bumaba yung nagsalita.... Itong katabi ko...&lt;br /&gt;(Nagulat kami, all this time, alam namin yung bumaba yung nagsalita kaya nagsasatsat kami.. Nanahimik na lang ako sa hiya. Hanggang sa nakaabot yung bulong na yun kay Omar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMAR&lt;/b&gt;: OH??? SIYA PALA YUNG NAGSALITA?? SORRY, HINDI KO ALAM!&lt;br /&gt;(Sobrang lakas. Lalo naman kaming nagulat. HAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KAMING LAHAT&lt;/b&gt;: SSSSSSH.&lt;br /&gt;(Nakatungo na kaming lahat. Natakot kami na baka magsalita uli yung matanda.)&lt;br /&gt;(Akala naman ni Omar dun sa bulong, yung katabi daw niya yung nagsabi. Antapang pa eh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;OMAR&lt;/B&gt;: Ay. Siya ba?? Siya pala. Akala ko sabi niyo yung katabi ko.&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHAHA. TAWA NA LANG. Nakakahiya sa matanda. Hanggang sa bumaba siya, tumatawa padin kami. HAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CESS&lt;/b&gt;: Kuya, yung sukli namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AKO&lt;/b&gt;: Oo nga, Kuya. Otso lang pala sa Royal. Sa Starbucks lang din naman kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DANILO&lt;/b&gt;: Eh magkaiba nga daw yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AKO&lt;/b&gt;: Ang epal mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LADY&lt;/b&gt;: Kuya, dito na lang ako bababa. (telling it in the not unloading zone)&lt;br /&gt;(Nung pababa na yung babae, biglang umandar si kuya.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KAMI&lt;/b&gt;: Kuya, sandali lang daw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MANONG&lt;/b&gt;: Hindi naman babaan yan. Ay sus. Dun pa ang babaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LADY&lt;/b&gt;: Eh kuya sabi niyo naman, okay na dito e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;MANONG&lt;/b&gt;: Maghintay kasi kayo. Hindi naman kayo umiimik. Kaya nga kayo may boses para magsalita eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;LADY&lt;/b&gt;: Sabi ko, dito na ko bababa eh. Akala ko naman pwede, dahil hininto niyo naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;KAMI&lt;/b&gt;: Boses pala eh. Kuya yung sukli namin..&lt;br /&gt;(Wala padin..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;KAMI&lt;/B&gt;: Kuya. Yung sukli naming bababa ng Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;(Wala padin..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;KAMI&lt;/b&gt;: Kuya. Asan na po yung sukli?&lt;br /&gt;(Wala padin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KAMI&lt;/b&gt;: Kuya, Sukli namin.. 10 pesos po yun..&lt;br /&gt;(Ayun. Binigay din. Parang nagbibingi-bingihan.)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a HOT, and a COLD, in the middle communication. Just look at what misunderstandings bring us. Magulo talaga ang Earth. Kaya sa friendship, importante na you talk about your lives. You share your life, he'll share his. Quits lang. Kaya nga friends diba, whatever you have to share, friends will surely understand. Anghirap naman na lost ka lang lagi sa mga pangyayari like a ghost in the daylight, diba? Bakit ka matatakot na mag-open when you have your friends that you trust? If you're scared to trust, then you're scared of the thought of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap din kasi para sa isang kaibagan, na walang alam sa iyo. How can you deepen the bond? How can you say that you've reached far in your friendship kung walang sharing? Kung puro keep to yourself na lang ang nangyayare? Sometimes I feel, I am just a friend who is there to laugh with you. Hanggang dun lang. Anything beyond jokes and trips, I don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think of how sad one-sided friendships are. You keep on telling them your lives because you believe that it'll get easier if they carry the load with you, but when it's their issues and their problems, they keep themselves away. The barriers start to appear out of nowhere. I don't understand why it's supposed to be like that. I thought we can talk about anything, but just look at me, I'm lost at your life map. Open up, my friend. I wait for it to happen. I know things about you, but I am not sure if I really know you. I know we have private lives, pero it's just sad that you've become so private that I don't know anything to talk about if we're alone together. Sad yet true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Palits! Thank you for the Venti frappe. :D&lt;br /&gt;** Nga pala! Nakita ko crush ko. He was walking at the other side of the road and we are going the opposite directions. Hindi ko nga lang siya nakita ng mabuti... You know why?? &lt;i&gt;May epal kasing truck ang humarang saming dalawa!&lt;/i&gt; So sad. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;** I just bought a Naruto Shippuden dvd, I am excited to watch later. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles, luvs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-4554870107358924628?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/4554870107358924628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/gaps-small-big-gap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/4554870107358924628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/4554870107358924628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/gaps-small-big-gap.html' title='GAPS: &quot;A (SMALL.. BIG?) GAP'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z73197312.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-1845132529076829715</id><published>2009-04-06T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T05:09:12.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Archuleta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Cook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>OFFICIAL DETAILS OF A SUPER DUPER MEGA MAJOR EVENT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z149462637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z149462637.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Bomb!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the information (from Ticketnet Online) of the upcoming concert that will surely take the Philippines by storm. &lt;b&gt;DAVID ARCHULETA AND DAVID COOK: LIVE IN MANILA&lt;/b&gt; on May 16, 2009 at the Mall Of Asia Concert Grounds at 8:00 PM. Hindi pinapalampas ang mga gantong pagkakataon!!! Devoted akong manood! PROMISEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Category: Entertainment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Mall of Asia Concert Grounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event Date/Time:&lt;br /&gt;May 16, 2009 | Saturday at 8:00PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the safety of your children, they will only be allowed entry&lt;br /&gt;at the venue if they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * 4 feet and above&lt;br /&gt;    * Accompanied by paying adult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prohibited Entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Children below 4 feet in height&lt;br /&gt;    * Pregnant women&lt;br /&gt;    * Individuals under the influence of drugs or liquor&lt;br /&gt;    * Persons with severe heart or medical condition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prohibited items inside the venue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Professional audio or video recording devices&lt;br /&gt;    * Professional Cameras&lt;br /&gt;    * Weapons&lt;br /&gt;    * Glass&lt;br /&gt;    * Cans&lt;br /&gt;    * Plastic Bottles&lt;br /&gt;    * Food&lt;br /&gt;    * Large metal belt buckles&lt;br /&gt;    * Big posters/placards/signages&lt;br /&gt;    * Fireworks&lt;br /&gt;    * Alcoholic beverages&lt;br /&gt;    * Spiked Bracelets&lt;br /&gt;    * Wallet chains&lt;br /&gt;    * Back packs&lt;br /&gt;    * Waist packs&lt;br /&gt;    * Laser Pens&lt;br /&gt;    * Large chains&lt;br /&gt;    * Long &amp; pointed umbrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORGANIZERS HAVE THE RIGHT TO REFUSE ENTRY TO ANYONE&lt;br /&gt;NOT COMPLYING WITH ANY REGULATIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seat and Price:&lt;br /&gt;Seat Location  Price&lt;br /&gt;Titanium (Reserved Seating)  CALL TICKETNET AT&lt;br /&gt;911-5555 FOR PRICE&lt;br /&gt;Platinum (Reserved Seating)  CALL TICKETNET AT&lt;br /&gt;911-5555 FOR PRICE&lt;br /&gt;VIP (Reserved Seating)  3625&lt;br /&gt;Gold                    2075&lt;br /&gt;Silver (Standing) 625&lt;br /&gt;Bronze (Standing) 315&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS! Kahit VIP (Reserved Seating) or GOLD, okay na okay na yun, promise!! I've tried sitting in that area in a Journey concert with my mom and her friends, and it's definitely good! Hindi mo makikita nang vivid yung face, pero may big screen naman!! Atsaka the sound is good padin, para mo padin silang nakaface to face! Iba padin talaga pag Live, mga pare! Grabe. I am so much excited even if it's still in May! I hope, I can watch it!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another wish, I pray that we can get free tickets again, like what happened in the Journey concert. Imagine to get to watch for free! That would be awesome, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES, MY LUVS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-1845132529076829715?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/1845132529076829715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/official-details-of-super-duper-mega.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/1845132529076829715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/1845132529076829715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/official-details-of-super-duper-mega.html' title='OFFICIAL DETAILS OF A SUPER DUPER MEGA MAJOR EVENT!!'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z149462637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-7729591130784776898</id><published>2009-04-06T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:51:47.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>IT IS NECESSARY. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z144878728.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z144878728.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all catholics! My belated greetings to ye all! Belated Happy Palaspasan Day!&lt;br /&gt;(I hope you appreciated my icon for you. :PP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up too early as necessary, nine in the morning. I slept beside my mom last night. Oh, how I missed that. :D Our aircon was not working at its best, so I and my brothers decided to snuggle into my mom's room and just enjoy the night with ooh la la movies. Well, I was just the one who enjoyed it right. They're all sleep-dead when I started playing &lt;b&gt;P.S. I Love You&lt;/b&gt; starring Hilary Swank and that 300 guy. I bought that movie for 40pesos. How piracy makes my life convenient! HAHA. That movie was a thumbs up recommendation by friends. They said they got all sad and recognizably lonely and made their tear glands pump like never before. And so, like the sensitive person I am, I want to cry myself also. (I've been longing to cry a tear since graduation. Ehem. TEARS.) Sadly, my night was ruined by the 40pesos pirate. Scenes started to get squeaky and then stopped. How piracy makes my convenient life a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wiped, and wiped, and wiped, and played it again. But it still squeaked and stopped. So maybe it was a sign to not get all emotional for the night. I changed movies, and rather watched &lt;b&gt;Seven Pounds&lt;/b&gt; with Will Smith in it. As expected, I got sleepy. I didn't finish any movie. Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, after our Palm Sunday mass, after my brother got into the wave of the coconut palms swaying in the air, it is planned that we will have a Chicken Joy dinner and head out to Times Square for a fast and furious movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bro 1(Nikko)&lt;/b&gt;: Nag-communion na ba tayo???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOM&lt;/b&gt;:*gawking. Hindi na tayo magcocommunion.. Magcoconfess muna tayo bukas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bro 1&lt;/b&gt;: Ahhh. Magpapasampal tayo bukas???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. KUMPISAL = KUMPIL. HAHA. B*B*. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;It made me laugh lang. My brother's a Grade 4.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home after the mass and as usual, my brothers had their game of playstation. They are excited too much because this is the first day they got to play since the house almost burned into ashes. I have to wait for their "3 minutes na lang!". Their 3 minutes, all in all, wasted 15 minutes. We arrived at Jollibee and we even have to find chairs. It is in its most busy season and to tell you, their crew already lost a game of Diner Dash. But atleast, we get to sit peacefully. I loved my plate of spaghetti and a hand of Chili Cheesedog. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bro 2 (Paolo)&lt;/b&gt;: Ate Meng, sa American Idol, sinong mas magaling kumanta, si David Cook o si Adam Sandlers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bro 1&lt;/b&gt;: Anong Adam Sandlers? Actor yun, baliw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother 2 is a 2nd year high school student. You get my transition? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Well, what he meant was Adam Lambert. Even the Sandlers made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;WALA LANG. Nararamdaman niyo ba ang kababawan ko? HAHA.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another as usual, my brother ate as slow as a Bok Bok Bok Chicken, chewing like a toothless saber, so sadly AGAIN, we weren't able to catch up to the last showing. My mom, meanwhile, is somewhat preoccupied with the latest worry she has up her sleeve. So, I guess, nothing was successful last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I have decided to watch Naruto Shippuuden, my all-time favorite anime. I got tired of it the last time I watched. (Who will not with 17 episodes a day, 20mins per episode??) But right now, I am actually in the mood. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, right after I woke up, I prayed that P.S I Love You will play. And yes!! Almighty God, it did!! :D I haven't cried much. Although, it was such a sweet movie. You have to watch it also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back whenever it's necessary. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-7729591130784776898?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/7729591130784776898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-is-necessary-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/7729591130784776898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/7729591130784776898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-is-necessary-d.html' title='IT IS NECESSARY. :D'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z144878728.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-186302321320462692</id><published>2009-04-05T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:57:53.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>MISSING! SUMMER HEAT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thbored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/thbored.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Day 2 of my Summer Hotdays. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my Terible post in Multiply. It was super long that my back hurt like hell when I was typing. It was a big relief that I finished it. HAHAHA. It's worth the pain anyway. My million thanks to my batchmates who helped me graduate. :D I'm really starting to miss them (find them) big time! I got used to going to school with nothing to do but hang out. Now, after my two days without the I-got-used-to thing, I feel like there's something missing in me. I am not exaggerating. Maybe, it's just the self-inflicting emptiness when you are bored in your own self. :D So maybe that was it, I am longing to be with them. Grabe na to. Second day palang na hindi ko sila nakikita, nag-ffreak out na yung hormones ko. HAHAHA. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Habang naglalakad kami sa City Square, napatingin kami sa Gangster Shop dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MEY&lt;/b&gt;: Si Tupac o. Si Tupac nga ba yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KAMI&lt;/b&gt;: Oo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MEY&lt;/b&gt;: Idol ko kamu yan, pero ngayon ko lang siya nakita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KAMI&lt;/b&gt;: *no comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MEY:&lt;/b&gt; Patay na yan diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KAMI&lt;/b&gt;: Oo. Matagal na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MEY&lt;/b&gt;: Namatay si Tupac.. TUPACin kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos ng isang segundong pagnganga, tawanan. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Mey, mamimiss kita! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My graduation went okay to fine to okay to fine. Yeah, it is one of the important events of my life, but I can't seem to consider it as one of the happiest. It's just.. ugh.. like a random tv show. I have to admit that I brought my self-inflicting emptiness in that night, the feeling of another piece missing. (Excuse me. Hindi ako emo. And my heart is perfectly there. It's not broken, no blood flushing out, and I'm not giving it to you. Just clearing it out.) As a solemn human being, I felt what I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got carried away of the emotions in that place, especially when the huggin-me-bones part came along. The thing was, I was not carried away &lt;u&gt;ENOUGH&lt;/u&gt;. As if being carried away has some kind of standard. I want to cry and cry and cry my heart out in that day, to release it all, but nothing's urging me to do it. Sayang kasi eh. Hindi napalabas yung slideshow namin. Feeling ko, it's one of a factor that will make the evening more meaningful and special. It's really not going up the stage that creates the moment, it's the thought that here's a night to look at the people who were present in your multi-million efforts. Finally, they're all here. Somehow, here's a night to thank the aliens who got your back when you feel like losing all your backbones. :D A night that says, "Here's your homies. Kiss them in the cheek. Tint happiness in their koala eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They already know how grateful I am.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know if a million times is enough. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop telling stories of our grad. It's getting irritating. My mind is irritated already. HAHAHA. I think, it's telling me that the graduation is not the only thing to talk about. Para bang nag-end of the world na nung graduation no? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the music on the right side is &lt;b&gt;SUMMER RAIN&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;b&gt;THE KUNG FU GIRLS&lt;/b&gt;. I just thought that it might suit my blog's theme for the moment. Well, I'm quite obsessed with the thought of summer in my calendar. It's just that I think it's been so long (longgggg longgggg) since I've felt the summer heat in my skin. But after it came, like a typhoon on a small city, I really regretted wanting the desert dew getting on my skin!! Cheese and rice! This is not summer, this is hell. Bummer. All that's missing is a pretty camel and a far far away oasis and perfecto, I've got the ultimate death summer getaway! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other song is &lt;b&gt;WALKING AFTER MIDNIGHT&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;b&gt;MEGAN JOY CORKREY&lt;/b&gt; of the American Idol Season 8. I really like her funky voice. She's unique and I think she could have had a big chance in winning if she just chose the right songs. :( I was really sad when Megan left. But it's okay! Kris Allen is very much alive and kicking! I also enjoy Matt Giraud's voice. I can't wait for Wednesday to come. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I hate about summer is that, because my flat out days are finally over, I've not been recognizing the time, and I always say "I'll take a bath later." HAHAHA. Alam niyo ba yung feeling na gustong-gusto mong maligo kasi anlagkit-lagkit mo na pero tinatamad ka? Like yesterday, I took a bath around 1AM. HAHAHA. E kasi naman kung hindi ka maliligo, hindi rin magiging sweet ang dreams mo. HAHA. Kung hindi ba naman ako naghahanap ng pasma or whatever. The 'hotness' is killing me. TRULY! Anyway, I will have Zagu later, in the pits of the afternoon breeze. It's when the wind blows from the NorthWest to my face. The perfect o'clock to get a booze. HAHAHA. Pasensya na, I am getting out of my zone, this heat is making me OT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so happy!! :D I now got two financers in Pet Society! HAHAHA. Thank you Cess and Palits! :D They earn so much, they're pretty responsible to their pets. HAHA. I don't know how this game just took me and my friends by storm. It just appeared out of nowhere in Facebook, and now everyone's into it. Others say it's too effortful, but still, everyone's playing till midnight just to level-up their pets. HAHAHA. Just like what I believe in, it is for the single men and single ladies, with their time noone to give in to. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;I'LL BE SURFIN DOWN THE WAVES OF THE WEB.&lt;br /&gt;Just visit and comment.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got nothing to talk about, ayt? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-186302321320462692?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/186302321320462692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/missing-summer-heat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/186302321320462692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/186302321320462692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/missing-summer-heat.html' title='MISSING! SUMMER HEAT.'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_thbored.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120358570194801036.post-2836419575901147996</id><published>2009-04-04T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T05:19:36.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>HELLO SUMMER. IT'S BEEN A WHILE!  AND I GOT NEWS! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z28858910.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/z28858910.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the fourth installment of my boggling blog. Forgive my ass, because I am about to deliver something I consider a &lt;b&gt;hassle&lt;/b&gt;. I would just like to ask your goodness, to puhleassse plug my new link into your page! You see, I just updated, and so I created a new blog (with empty archives!) It's a fresh start, ladies and gents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my url again, because agree with me, we all get tired of our urls!! Plus!! A new url pushes me to express in my best creative writing mood! (whatever whatchamacallit it is!!) Okay, I am pushin' myself to create more excuses. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that updating links is not an easy job, especially if you are a lazy one blogger. But I beg your golden heart. Please. :D It's just that having your url pressed in another's blog gets more visitors. And visitors are what I want. I want to have more blogger friends whom I can share adventures with! I just really got tired of that old blog. I also want my summer-lovin to start in a refreshing way, through a new blog. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just type anything in my tagboard if you got anything to share, that will be highly-appreciated. Meanwhile, commenting on my posts will have me praise you!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Please, update me in. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'll promise that this will be for long!&lt;br /&gt;No more changes for the next two months. :PP&lt;br /&gt;or more.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; I missed my blogspot friends! Superrrrrrrr. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; I'm back for the summer. I know you want me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; I will appreciate what your golden heart wants. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I was so occupied with this blogging shit the whole afternoon, editing my page and all. (Btw, I meant blogging shit as a good thing. :DDD) Surely did I miss this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went into a realization night, and I've considered blogging to be one of my life responsibilities. So yeah, expect me to share a lot in the following days. Expect me to be lazy also. How many times have I told this thing, that I'll be more devoted??? About a hundred, I think! HAHAHA. But don't worry, I've been collecting all memories I've created for the past days. Not everyone might be interested, but having you to give me some readin' is surely an overwhelming thing.  I just got the nerve to go back to blogging, since the summer hotdays start today. I'll do nothing again for months. But it's good to enjoy my time in this house, cause college is coming close. I don't want to separate myself from the home that's protected me for 16 years. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Summer Hotdays! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Day 1. :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120358570194801036-2836419575901147996?l=kolehiala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/feeds/2836419575901147996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-summer-its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/2836419575901147996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120358570194801036/posts/default/2836419575901147996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolehiala.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-summer-its-been-while.html' title='HELLO SUMMER. IT&apos;S BEEN A WHILE!  AND I GOT NEWS! :)'/><author><name>Ms. Brightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11971075643895410796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXYO7XmKOw8/TWJMaoYon9I/AAAAAAAAACA/xlca_XdqoKM/s220/cha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp75/charmenn/iconeriffic/th_z28858910.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
